hmmmm....
Where do i even begin with this?? i've had soooo much on my mind in the past couple of weeks, i don't even know where to begin to sort things out.
I definitely need summer to come...i can't wait until i have almost zero responsiblitiy!! anyway, i've just been really lost lately...lost in life, friends, love, and of course, school...i think i am getting closer to straightening this whole friends thing out, but it still needs some work. as for life in general...WOW... we won't even touch on that subject...it's so confusing, i wouldn't want any of you, my readers, to get bored and/or confused with my life. we now move into my love life...nevermind...i don't like to talk about my love life...that's a personal thing...not that i have one...but even if i did...whatever.
as for school, well i think we all know that i, as is everyone else, am ready for it to be over!!
I had a HUGE eye-opener tonight. let's just say i need to do some serious thinking before i jump into anything, just because my friends are doing it. i'm glad it's the end of the year and i can take some SERIOUS time to gather all of this and just think! to all my friends who know what this is all about, i hope you can understand where i'm coming from and how i'm feeling.
well i'm off to support the Children's Miracle Network, yet again! it's for the kids, right?? riiight. mmmmm pancakes!
sweet dreams
Kayla Ann
my piece of inspiration for the night:
"I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in th crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet." -Sylvia Plath
I definitely need summer to come...i can't wait until i have almost zero responsiblitiy!! anyway, i've just been really lost lately...lost in life, friends, love, and of course, school...i think i am getting closer to straightening this whole friends thing out, but it still needs some work. as for life in general...WOW... we won't even touch on that subject...it's so confusing, i wouldn't want any of you, my readers, to get bored and/or confused with my life. we now move into my love life...nevermind...i don't like to talk about my love life...that's a personal thing...not that i have one...but even if i did...whatever.
as for school, well i think we all know that i, as is everyone else, am ready for it to be over!!
I had a HUGE eye-opener tonight. let's just say i need to do some serious thinking before i jump into anything, just because my friends are doing it. i'm glad it's the end of the year and i can take some SERIOUS time to gather all of this and just think! to all my friends who know what this is all about, i hope you can understand where i'm coming from and how i'm feeling.
well i'm off to support the Children's Miracle Network, yet again! it's for the kids, right?? riiight. mmmmm pancakes!
sweet dreams
Kayla Ann
my piece of inspiration for the night:
"I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in th crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet." -Sylvia Plath