I have been thinking a lot of thoughts lately.
And yes, they involve my past. Of course they involve my past. This time last year, a critical part of me began to change and now, I'm trying to figure out where to go from here. It's been 365 days of struggles, disdain, happiness, tears, forgiveness, grudges, jealousy, stress, excitement, wonder...
Ultimately: change. Then again, a lot has remained the same.
Just...those past feelings and thoughts come back and it's hard to know what to do. Should I bask in them or should I run the other way? I think either way, you are screwed. If you focus too much on the past, you lose sight of the Now. If you completely disregard the past, you don't learn anything from your failures or your triumphs. I've been in both situations too many times and I've grown by aiming for middle ground. I aim for remembering--not dwelling on--the past as well as learning from it.
For now, that's all I can hope for.
8/30/11
8/22/11
Year 2
Wow, it's here already and it's going way better than my freshman year. I actually know people!
And this year, I'm going to make better choices. I mean, I still want to have fun but I don't want a repeat of last year. But I'm not dwelling on it. I'm not perfect, obviously, but I'm making progress. I even went to the first official unofficial Alma College chapel service last night. :D
It was awesome.
Band camp is tiring though so I've been veging out in my room since about 8:00. I'll go socialize at the house/Bruske tomorrow night; I'm just sore and sunburnt currently.
My roomie arrives a week from Wednesday. Yaaaay!
And this year, I'm going to make better choices. I mean, I still want to have fun but I don't want a repeat of last year. But I'm not dwelling on it. I'm not perfect, obviously, but I'm making progress. I even went to the first official unofficial Alma College chapel service last night. :D
It was awesome.
Band camp is tiring though so I've been veging out in my room since about 8:00. I'll go socialize at the house/Bruske tomorrow night; I'm just sore and sunburnt currently.
My roomie arrives a week from Wednesday. Yaaaay!
8/8/11
It started out as a feeling...
I had forgotten this until today and I don't know why. Maybe this is another reason why I want to be a writer. Here it goes.
I was 8 years old at the time. It was the summer before third grade--the summer I went to Summer Recreation and broke my right arm. More specifically, my humerus bone. As my 6 year old brother pointed out, "It's not very humorous to break your humerus." I remember being on a car trip and somehow, I was sitting in shot-gun. That was probably mildly illegal but whatever. My mom and I were definitely in the front--Mike was probably sleeping in the back or something. However, I was working on a story about a dog named Skip. Of course, we can forget about copyright infringement too. It had nothing to do with the actually movie called "My Dog Skip." This was my version of it. It was about a yellow Labrador Retriever named Skip who decided to leave his home and go on a huge adventure. I had this great idea and I had to write it down so I did, with my arm hanging out of the sling to write. I remember my mom laughing and saying something like, "Look at you, writing away like your arm isn't even broken!" I didn't even stop after this: I kept going. Why? Because I was chasing a dream. My dream.
In fact, today? I am still chasing this dream and that isn't about to change.
I was 8 years old at the time. It was the summer before third grade--the summer I went to Summer Recreation and broke my right arm. More specifically, my humerus bone. As my 6 year old brother pointed out, "It's not very humorous to break your humerus." I remember being on a car trip and somehow, I was sitting in shot-gun. That was probably mildly illegal but whatever. My mom and I were definitely in the front--Mike was probably sleeping in the back or something. However, I was working on a story about a dog named Skip. Of course, we can forget about copyright infringement too. It had nothing to do with the actually movie called "My Dog Skip." This was my version of it. It was about a yellow Labrador Retriever named Skip who decided to leave his home and go on a huge adventure. I had this great idea and I had to write it down so I did, with my arm hanging out of the sling to write. I remember my mom laughing and saying something like, "Look at you, writing away like your arm isn't even broken!" I didn't even stop after this: I kept going. Why? Because I was chasing a dream. My dream.
In fact, today? I am still chasing this dream and that isn't about to change.
8/1/11
I know where you've been...
It's all been a pack of lies!
*drum solo (ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum-bum, dadadada! crash!)*
Anyway:
I hate to break it to ya, but... I don't want to be your girlfriend. Sorry. I have higher standards that I have been ignoring for far too long. We can still be friends but don't expect me to drive to SVSU every weekend that you don't have a game of...rugby. Or is it lacrosse? Damn it, I'm terrible. :P
Btw, what DO tigers dream of when they take a little tiger snooze?
*drum solo (ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum-bum, dadadada! crash!)*
Anyway:
I hate to break it to ya, but... I don't want to be your girlfriend. Sorry. I have higher standards that I have been ignoring for far too long. We can still be friends but don't expect me to drive to SVSU every weekend that you don't have a game of...rugby. Or is it lacrosse? Damn it, I'm terrible. :P
Btw, what DO tigers dream of when they take a little tiger snooze?
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