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I really try to live without regrets. It's just one of my things.
I miss home. I haven't been home in a month, and I know lots of people don't go home near as often as me, but I miss my family. My mother really is one of my best friends.
Drum corps starts in approximately 6 days. I am SO excited. I hope my knee holds out. It's been failing at the dance classes I've been teaching, so I'm nervous to get in and have class with Justin. Dear knee, one more season. Thanks.
I don't understand people who stress unnecessarily. What needs to get done will get done, inevitably. You may be a little late, or it may not be as good, but at least it gets done. I'm taking a very zen approach to work this year. I hope it doesn't kick me in the ass later.
I'm also, oddly, excited about my senior sem. I get to read Cormac McCarthy, a favorite, and Stephen King. How badass is that?
I'm making an effort not to keep everything bottled in. It's hard. I don't want to open up. I don't like being wrong or getting hurt, no one does. Nor am I letting myself get my hopes up. I'm just afraid of both awkwardness and things going back to the way they were. Guess we'll find out sooner or later. It's inevitable. So why stress? See, I'm much more zen then I used to be. This is good.
And then there are times that all of it just seems overwhelming, and I don't want to cry. I mean, I cry at everything but nothing that is personal. I cry at movies, and books, and tv shows, and for other people. But I hate crying over my personal issues. I don't really know why (and I feel like I should...) but that's just how it is. I hate being an emotional mess, but I realize I'm just that nearly all the time. Gross. I shudder at that thought. Okay, I'm letting myself wallow. This is bad. Moving on.
Thanksgiving break in t-minus 48 hours. I can make it. I can make it.
I miss home. I haven't been home in a month, and I know lots of people don't go home near as often as me, but I miss my family. My mother really is one of my best friends.
Drum corps starts in approximately 6 days. I am SO excited. I hope my knee holds out. It's been failing at the dance classes I've been teaching, so I'm nervous to get in and have class with Justin. Dear knee, one more season. Thanks.
I don't understand people who stress unnecessarily. What needs to get done will get done, inevitably. You may be a little late, or it may not be as good, but at least it gets done. I'm taking a very zen approach to work this year. I hope it doesn't kick me in the ass later.
I'm also, oddly, excited about my senior sem. I get to read Cormac McCarthy, a favorite, and Stephen King. How badass is that?
I'm making an effort not to keep everything bottled in. It's hard. I don't want to open up. I don't like being wrong or getting hurt, no one does. Nor am I letting myself get my hopes up. I'm just afraid of both awkwardness and things going back to the way they were. Guess we'll find out sooner or later. It's inevitable. So why stress? See, I'm much more zen then I used to be. This is good.
And then there are times that all of it just seems overwhelming, and I don't want to cry. I mean, I cry at everything but nothing that is personal. I cry at movies, and books, and tv shows, and for other people. But I hate crying over my personal issues. I don't really know why (and I feel like I should...) but that's just how it is. I hate being an emotional mess, but I realize I'm just that nearly all the time. Gross. I shudder at that thought. Okay, I'm letting myself wallow. This is bad. Moving on.
Thanksgiving break in t-minus 48 hours. I can make it. I can make it.