MLK, hooray hooray.
It's only been a week, and yet everyone seems to have been ready for a three-day weekend. I myself didn't think I needed one; I've had no real workload yet. However, I soon came to realize that a three-day weekend was exactly what I needed.
At the beginning of the semester my life seemed to be relatively good and calm. Nothing completely solid (still working on that), but at least at a cool, safe place.
Then my computer stopped working, my iPod froze, and I found myself in the midst of a female drama explosion. Couldn't last forever, eh?
The thought of losing all of my music hurt me beyond reason. I didn't really know what I would do. The thought of losing something in one of my most valuable friendships scared me even more.
Girls are obviously much different from guys, especially when they have conflict. While girls eventually feel the need to sit down, have a talk, discuss our feelings, guys are pretty content with a "Dude, what you did was pretty fucked up" "Yeah man, sorry about that" sort of thing. So we talk, and sometimes it involves screaming and sometimes it involves crying but the end result is somehow, more meaningful.
I am slowly learning how to express myself to the people I care most about. It's hard, but if I can't trust these people, who can I trust? And I think I'm working more on my jealousy problem. This weekend I took a huge step towards something. I'll let you know what later.
This semester is about expressing myself through all the art forms I can. I want to spend more time outside. I need to breathe more air.
P.S. Does anyone have a Windows CD I can borrow? My computer is still dead until I find one.
At the beginning of the semester my life seemed to be relatively good and calm. Nothing completely solid (still working on that), but at least at a cool, safe place.
Then my computer stopped working, my iPod froze, and I found myself in the midst of a female drama explosion. Couldn't last forever, eh?
The thought of losing all of my music hurt me beyond reason. I didn't really know what I would do. The thought of losing something in one of my most valuable friendships scared me even more.
Girls are obviously much different from guys, especially when they have conflict. While girls eventually feel the need to sit down, have a talk, discuss our feelings, guys are pretty content with a "Dude, what you did was pretty fucked up" "Yeah man, sorry about that" sort of thing. So we talk, and sometimes it involves screaming and sometimes it involves crying but the end result is somehow, more meaningful.
I am slowly learning how to express myself to the people I care most about. It's hard, but if I can't trust these people, who can I trust? And I think I'm working more on my jealousy problem. This weekend I took a huge step towards something. I'll let you know what later.
This semester is about expressing myself through all the art forms I can. I want to spend more time outside. I need to breathe more air.
P.S. Does anyone have a Windows CD I can borrow? My computer is still dead until I find one.