earlier, i thought i might hurl...
I think I ate too much this afternoon and as a result, I felt as though I might be violently ill all over the place when I got home from dance. Yes, I'm quite sure that was too much information for you lightweights.
The past three days have been spent in elementary school No necessarily in the same classroom or even school systems, but somehow I managed to get called for 3 consecutive days in 2nd grade. By the end of the day today, I was tired of being nice. I didn't want to smile at the little children, nor did I want to listen to their rambling (read:stupid) stories. Does that make me a terrible person?
So coffee, or more specifically soy mocha cafes make me really alert which is good when I have one right before going to dance because I'm on top of all the shit that I have to do and I don't get cranky. But because dance classes are at night, I then cannot fall asleep. And then the next morning, I'm very tired again. It's very vicious.
I think the moral of the story right now is that I'm desperately craving change, but I'm also terribly afraid of it. i need something to push me. I'm tired of Western Mass and want to move away from places that have some unpleasant memories for me. But I'm also terrified. I feel like I'm waiting for something drastic to happen that will push me to find a new place to make my home. Hopefully I'll be strong enough on my own.
The past three days have been spent in elementary school No necessarily in the same classroom or even school systems, but somehow I managed to get called for 3 consecutive days in 2nd grade. By the end of the day today, I was tired of being nice. I didn't want to smile at the little children, nor did I want to listen to their rambling (read:stupid) stories. Does that make me a terrible person?
So coffee, or more specifically soy mocha cafes make me really alert which is good when I have one right before going to dance because I'm on top of all the shit that I have to do and I don't get cranky. But because dance classes are at night, I then cannot fall asleep. And then the next morning, I'm very tired again. It's very vicious.
I think the moral of the story right now is that I'm desperately craving change, but I'm also terribly afraid of it. i need something to push me. I'm tired of Western Mass and want to move away from places that have some unpleasant memories for me. But I'm also terrified. I feel like I'm waiting for something drastic to happen that will push me to find a new place to make my home. Hopefully I'll be strong enough on my own.