So the past 3 posts were just recaps of events. Since I am so close to finals and the end of the semester, I am pretty slammed with work. i will try my best for this not to happen anymore, but no promises. I also am behind on a few days, but I was home this weekend. Everything is coming as soon as I can make it happen.
~ Future Stage Manager/Writer, Current Survivor of a Freezing College Town (and Finals)
Monday, April 18, 2016
Pancake Party
Jeopardy - becoming a usual thing
Helios stopped by
Shakira was here - explained religion and watched a ton of vines
Princess came at around 11:30
We lost can collection :( - came in second/third (whole 3rd floor beat us, though floors were supposed to be slit in half)
Shakira lost UNO - Helios and The Farmer quit - Double Shalom won
Free pancakes and ice cream
Shakira's roommate broke the light in their room again
Double Shalom drew a candle
There was some singing
Princess danced and I missed it :(
I went to see HPC put on the show Godspell
I miss singing :(
Helios stopped by
Shakira was here - explained religion and watched a ton of vines
Princess came at around 11:30
We lost can collection :( - came in second/third (whole 3rd floor beat us, though floors were supposed to be slit in half)
Shakira lost UNO - Helios and The Farmer quit - Double Shalom won
Free pancakes and ice cream
Shakira's roommate broke the light in their room again
Double Shalom drew a candle
There was some singing
Princess danced and I missed it :(
I went to see HPC put on the show Godspell
I miss singing :(
Dinner and Papers
Everybody wen to dinner sans Shakira (he doesn't like fish) I also don't like fish, so I had pizza
I got a table for everyone and then after waiting for what seems like forever I saw everyone at another table (thanks guys :/)
Weird conversations at dinner - a bit perverted - snaps to Australia - chocolate chip cookies from dining hall were "discovered' by some of the people
Jeopardy - becoming a normal thing
Lot of papers
Was supposed to watch movie - didn't happen
Loudmouth fell asleep on the floor - still is
NOWL - Double Shalom, The Beast, and Mojo - grilled cheese bar, Double Shalom was acting drunk unintentionally , no ice cream for The Beast bc person The Jet glued to computer, me working my butt off on work
The Beast caught up on tv (Bates Motel)
A moment of future reality appeared in common room - Loudmouth asleep on floor, Mojo in man pajama on phone texting, Double Shalom on computer half-assing work with double chin, The Beast with hair towel in corner on tablet, The Jet glued to computer probably watching Anime
We did homework??? - that should be noted
Tan Line!!!! - your friend is really pretty - Princess was almost flashed by Double Shalom's friend via FaceTime
I only snore in weird positions. No, you snore every night - The Jet on Loudmouth
"Gladys" - Coach (New Girl) Repeated by Double Shalom and me
"Answer Bitch" - Double Shalom when her friend didn't pick up when she called for her birthday
"I was worried about my essay for a good month, and the night before it's due I don't even care." - Double Shalom
I got a table for everyone and then after waiting for what seems like forever I saw everyone at another table (thanks guys :/)
Weird conversations at dinner - a bit perverted - snaps to Australia - chocolate chip cookies from dining hall were "discovered' by some of the people
Jeopardy - becoming a normal thing
Lot of papers
Was supposed to watch movie - didn't happen
Loudmouth fell asleep on the floor - still is
NOWL - Double Shalom, The Beast, and Mojo - grilled cheese bar, Double Shalom was acting drunk unintentionally , no ice cream for The Beast bc person The Jet glued to computer, me working my butt off on work
The Beast caught up on tv (Bates Motel)
A moment of future reality appeared in common room - Loudmouth asleep on floor, Mojo in man pajama on phone texting, Double Shalom on computer half-assing work with double chin, The Beast with hair towel in corner on tablet, The Jet glued to computer probably watching Anime
We did homework??? - that should be noted
Tan Line!!!! - your friend is really pretty - Princess was almost flashed by Double Shalom's friend via FaceTime
I only snore in weird positions. No, you snore every night - The Jet on Loudmouth
"Gladys" - Coach (New Girl) Repeated by Double Shalom and me
"Answer Bitch" - Double Shalom when her friend didn't pick up when she called for her birthday
"I was worried about my essay for a good month, and the night before it's due I don't even care." - Double Shalom
Happy Belated Birthday
Happy Birthday to The Beast
Chopped
NOWL went on for like 20 years and we waited to have cake - trap a man
Talked about TWD a lot
Everyone was here (including Girl from the floor who will now be called Ashes)
Princess disappeared
The Farmer and Helios left when I got in the shower
Shakira helped Double Shalom study for Hebrew
Shakira was almost arrested, but he didn't do anything wrong (he just happened to be on property he wasn't supposed to be on)
Double Shalom (with help from Princess and The Jet) made a cake
The plague begins, but I'm all done so I don't have to worry
What's a 3-word word for-
Frito, Dorito, Cheeto, - why does your name rhyme with junk food?
Both from Double Shalom
Chopped
NOWL went on for like 20 years and we waited to have cake - trap a man
Talked about TWD a lot
Everyone was here (including Girl from the floor who will now be called Ashes)
Princess disappeared
The Farmer and Helios left when I got in the shower
Shakira helped Double Shalom study for Hebrew
Shakira was almost arrested, but he didn't do anything wrong (he just happened to be on property he wasn't supposed to be on)
Double Shalom (with help from Princess and The Jet) made a cake
The plague begins, but I'm all done so I don't have to worry
What's a 3-word word for-
Frito, Dorito, Cheeto, - why does your name rhyme with junk food?
Both from Double Shalom
Monday, April 11, 2016
All Together
Today, a weird occurrence happened. We were all home, during the day, at the same time. And we were all sitting in the common room. We were watching the news for a while before we all split up, going to class and whatnot.
The most exciting part of the morning was getting Loudmouth to do what she needed, kind of. It is just before 10:00 in the morning the we got a very firm, loud knock on the door. I thought it was the woman who comes to clean the bathrooms, since she comes on Mondays. As the lock continues, The Beast (who was sleeping on the couch) wakes up and Double Shalom leaps up and almost tears the wall out trying to unplug the hot water and toaster (2 things we aren't allowed to have). Seeing her the way she was, when I got to the door, I didn't open it. The Beast helped her and she took everything into the bathroom with her and turned the shower on. When I opened the door, I saw it was the RD and was suddenly so thankful that Double Shalom recognized the knock.
So the RD was looking for Loudmouth, who happened to be asleep, no surprise.
"Could you just wake her and ask her to come by my office for a few minutes."
After the RD left, The Beast, Double Shalom, and I freaked out for a moment and then went to war up Loudmouth. We woke up The Jet in the process and told them the story of how Double Shalom tore a hole in the wall.
The real exciting part wasn't the surprise visit from the RD, but successfully convincing Loudmouth to actually go to meet the RD, which she was dead set against. Of course, she didn't go to class after that, but it was a start.
It was a pretty quiet night. We watched Wheel of Fortune, Jeopardy, and Dancing with the Stars (Disney Night). There group rotated. Princess stopped by for a second. The Farmer and Helios came by at 10 to watch Better Call Saul, but Helios disappeared before the episode ended. I was doing a ton of laundry, so I was in and out a lot that night trying to navigate the jungle that is the laundry room. I also disappeared for an hour to watch Bates Motel at 9.
Our RA and another girl from another room on the floor came by for a while too. The RA left a little before 11 and Helios came back a little after 11.
There was nothing very exciting about tonight. Mojo and Loudmouth had a paper to write for their Russian Lit class and Double Shalom was working on her draft for another class.
There was a lot of Tangled singing, just Mother Knows Best and the reprise.
We talked about how "global warming" might affect Princess and his "Australia". Australia is a girl that is in my creative writing class and Princess' astronomy class. She is super hooked on him and we think he is hooked on her, but he won't ask her out or anything.
The tv was the center of the room tonight. Nothing special happened, but that is us. College, for us anyway, isn't one raging party or all-nighter after another. We do have normal days. This one happened to be another one of those.
~ Future Stage Manager/Author, Current Survivor of a Freezing College Town
"Does anybody have a plastic itchy boob? KNIFE." - Double Shalom
"Nope, fresh out of that, man." - The Beast
" Watch out. I don't want to hit you in the crotch potato." - Double Shalom (also to The Beast)
"You made me write Besat, not The Beast!" - Me on Double Shalom trying to see what I was typing
The most exciting part of the morning was getting Loudmouth to do what she needed, kind of. It is just before 10:00 in the morning the we got a very firm, loud knock on the door. I thought it was the woman who comes to clean the bathrooms, since she comes on Mondays. As the lock continues, The Beast (who was sleeping on the couch) wakes up and Double Shalom leaps up and almost tears the wall out trying to unplug the hot water and toaster (2 things we aren't allowed to have). Seeing her the way she was, when I got to the door, I didn't open it. The Beast helped her and she took everything into the bathroom with her and turned the shower on. When I opened the door, I saw it was the RD and was suddenly so thankful that Double Shalom recognized the knock.
So the RD was looking for Loudmouth, who happened to be asleep, no surprise.
"Could you just wake her and ask her to come by my office for a few minutes."
After the RD left, The Beast, Double Shalom, and I freaked out for a moment and then went to war up Loudmouth. We woke up The Jet in the process and told them the story of how Double Shalom tore a hole in the wall.
The real exciting part wasn't the surprise visit from the RD, but successfully convincing Loudmouth to actually go to meet the RD, which she was dead set against. Of course, she didn't go to class after that, but it was a start.
It was a pretty quiet night. We watched Wheel of Fortune, Jeopardy, and Dancing with the Stars (Disney Night). There group rotated. Princess stopped by for a second. The Farmer and Helios came by at 10 to watch Better Call Saul, but Helios disappeared before the episode ended. I was doing a ton of laundry, so I was in and out a lot that night trying to navigate the jungle that is the laundry room. I also disappeared for an hour to watch Bates Motel at 9.
Our RA and another girl from another room on the floor came by for a while too. The RA left a little before 11 and Helios came back a little after 11.
There was nothing very exciting about tonight. Mojo and Loudmouth had a paper to write for their Russian Lit class and Double Shalom was working on her draft for another class.
There was a lot of Tangled singing, just Mother Knows Best and the reprise.
We talked about how "global warming" might affect Princess and his "Australia". Australia is a girl that is in my creative writing class and Princess' astronomy class. She is super hooked on him and we think he is hooked on her, but he won't ask her out or anything.
The tv was the center of the room tonight. Nothing special happened, but that is us. College, for us anyway, isn't one raging party or all-nighter after another. We do have normal days. This one happened to be another one of those.
~ Future Stage Manager/Author, Current Survivor of a Freezing College Town
"Does anybody have a plastic itchy boob? KNIFE." - Double Shalom
"Nope, fresh out of that, man." - The Beast
" Watch out. I don't want to hit you in the crotch potato." - Double Shalom (also to The Beast)
"You made me write Besat, not The Beast!" - Me on Double Shalom trying to see what I was typing
Sunday, April 10, 2016
Truffle Time
Tangled was playing when I came back from the theatre conference. I had to go meet with someone for class though, so I wasn't able to watch more than when Flynn and Rappel survive after almost drowning. My favorite part about that was the fact that it was Shakira's copy. He wasn't around too much today though, at least when I was around. He may have gone with the crew when they went to Chipotle, but, like I said, I wasn't around to know.
When I got back the MTV Movie Awards were on. Ryan Reynolds won for best comedic performance and Amy Poehler won for best virtual performance. Kevin Hart and The Rock did some really weird, unnecessary rap that was way to focused on Leo's dealings with the bear in The Revenant. After that, we put another movie on. What else do we do?
The main event of tonight was Oreo truffle making. I bought the ingredients when I went to Wal-Mart this past Tuesday and finally got around to making them at 9:00 Sunday night. In my defense, the theatre conference this weekend took up so much of my time and I still needed to do homework too (which I still need to finish :/). I had my own little team of sous chefs. Loudmouth took her anger out from her phone game on crushing the Oreos. Double Shalom helped melt the chocolate and Princess helped with basically everything. During our little baking session we were watching John Tucker Must Die. It was the first time I had ever seen the movie the whole way through. When I was little, I wasn't allowed. And then I never got around to it.
So I put the truffles in the freezer at 10:07 and just about ever other minute after that Double Shalom, and to a lesser extent Princess, kept asking if they were ready or if we could take them out early. We ended up taking them out after only about 40 minutes, but they were still pretty good in everybody's opinion.
The conversations ranged as usual. We talked about vitamins (since I'm on a health kick) and what the next treat we are going to make is... in reverse order. It was a pretty quiet, chill night. Nothing too crazy. Of course, when I decide to start blogging about everyone, they have the quietest weekend in a long time.
I think I blame Helios for my doing this, so he better give me some good material soon. I didn't even see him today. To be clear, he didn't tell me to blog. He chose a movie for movie night. The movie happened to be Julie and Julia. If you haven't seen it, go with it. Long story short, Julie wants to be a writer and was supposed to be before life got in the way. So she starts blogging, becomes super successful, and finally becomes a writer like she wanted to/was supposed to be. Not that I expect to become super successful with this blog, even though I would totally love to, but it got my gears turning again. So here I am.
Note: I mean it when I say freezing college town. It is April and snowing outside.
~ Future Stage Manager/Author, Current Survivor of a Freezing College Town
After leaving for the night, on one of his roommates:
"______'s gonna be in the bathroom for about 3 hours. Can I use yours?" - Princess
When I got back the MTV Movie Awards were on. Ryan Reynolds won for best comedic performance and Amy Poehler won for best virtual performance. Kevin Hart and The Rock did some really weird, unnecessary rap that was way to focused on Leo's dealings with the bear in The Revenant. After that, we put another movie on. What else do we do?
The main event of tonight was Oreo truffle making. I bought the ingredients when I went to Wal-Mart this past Tuesday and finally got around to making them at 9:00 Sunday night. In my defense, the theatre conference this weekend took up so much of my time and I still needed to do homework too (which I still need to finish :/). I had my own little team of sous chefs. Loudmouth took her anger out from her phone game on crushing the Oreos. Double Shalom helped melt the chocolate and Princess helped with basically everything. During our little baking session we were watching John Tucker Must Die. It was the first time I had ever seen the movie the whole way through. When I was little, I wasn't allowed. And then I never got around to it.
So I put the truffles in the freezer at 10:07 and just about ever other minute after that Double Shalom, and to a lesser extent Princess, kept asking if they were ready or if we could take them out early. We ended up taking them out after only about 40 minutes, but they were still pretty good in everybody's opinion.
The conversations ranged as usual. We talked about vitamins (since I'm on a health kick) and what the next treat we are going to make is... in reverse order. It was a pretty quiet, chill night. Nothing too crazy. Of course, when I decide to start blogging about everyone, they have the quietest weekend in a long time.
I think I blame Helios for my doing this, so he better give me some good material soon. I didn't even see him today. To be clear, he didn't tell me to blog. He chose a movie for movie night. The movie happened to be Julie and Julia. If you haven't seen it, go with it. Long story short, Julie wants to be a writer and was supposed to be before life got in the way. So she starts blogging, becomes super successful, and finally becomes a writer like she wanted to/was supposed to be. Not that I expect to become super successful with this blog, even though I would totally love to, but it got my gears turning again. So here I am.
Note: I mean it when I say freezing college town. It is April and snowing outside.
~ Future Stage Manager/Author, Current Survivor of a Freezing College Town
After leaving for the night, on one of his roommates:
"______'s gonna be in the bathroom for about 3 hours. Can I use yours?" - Princess
Saturday, April 9, 2016
Saturday is Lazy Day
Today I left my room at 9:30 in the morning. My suite was quieter than a mouse. Then all got up between 11:30 (The Beast) and 1:00 (Double Shalom) (and probably later). I did not return to my room until 9:00 at night. I had things to do all day. I like to keep busy and expand my sphere (I'm not sure how else to describe it).
I live with some really lazy people. I used to say they were the laziest people ever, but then I realized they are just college students who would rather sleep late, watch Netflix, and not do homework or even go to class. Honestly though, there are a lot of other kids on this campus and on campuses world-wide I'm sure that have similar students.
I am not like the rest of my suite. I have a limited amount of time to do things and every second I have is precious. I make sure I use every moment I can to get a step closer to what I want in life. This is why people think I have my life together. I don't, but it looks like I do, especially compared to those I surround myself this.
It is interesting that I say that because at the theatre conference Day 2 that I was at today, one of the speakers harped on the idea that you should surround yourself with creative people and people with drive. Having those people around you push you further. While I'm sure that is true, I don't have the luxury of surrounding myself with these people as often as I would like. Whenever I go to the Fine Arts building I do surround myself with these people, but I don't get to when I head back to my suite for the day. However, surrounding myself with this type of people give me a different kind of motivation, creativity and drive, to keep doing what I'm doing as much as I possible can. This is because, as horrible as it sounds, I can be even better than them and even more put together than them. So, this is something I strive for. I do my homework, I go to events on campus, I work hard for everything and anything I want. And I will continue to do this until I have achieved what I want. Then, I will find more things to strive for. I will never be content. I will always be hungry for more.
That being said, breaks are nice too. The theatre conference had me in the Fine Arts building from 9:45 in the morning until 8:30 at night. So, when I got back to my suite, it was nice to relax. I was welcomed by the common room full of the girls on their phones, not even with the tv on. When Helios came by, the two of us went to NOWL before the movie started. Eventually, we got around to the movie. Shakira, Helios, and Princess joined us. The Farmer stopped by temporarily, but did not stay for the movie. Then again, neither did Loudmouth, The Jet, or the Beast.
Right after the movie, Helios and Princess left and I wrote this before crashing. I have another early morning tomorrow. On top of all of the theatre workshops and lectures and the like, i still have to do all of my homework and sort out my schedule. I need to find time to write EVERY SINGLE DAY. Preferably, I would like to write a free-write, a piece of a screenplay/play/novel I'm working one, and then this. We'll see how that goes. My busy schedule is going to be interesting to work around. But I need to get serious. If I don't exercise these muscles every day, then I will lose them. And I would be nothing without my abilities to write. Even though I also want to work in the theatre, writing is the one thing I have always had and always want to have. So, I need to get serious. I also need to start looking into more writing and theatre opportunities for me for the future. I learned about some great stuff today and I will definitely find more soon. Until then, I will be in a constant state of searching. I also will be in a constant state of research. There were far too many names dropped that I didn't know. So, I'm going to start my work now. Tomorrow (well, technically today) is the beginning of the next new me. I am on my way and I can't wait to see what happens.
~ Future Stage Manager/Author, Current Survivor of a Freezing College Town
"Somebody say something funny." Me
"Buttface." Loudmouth
"Facebutt." Double Shalom
(It is hard to pull comedy out of them when they are too tired.) (I also want to point out this started a conversation about poop that went way too in-depth than it really needed to. I went to sleep though, so I didn't care much.)
UPDATE:
Because Loudmouth at this point didn't hear about the Brussels attack:
"We have the news on 24/7." Me
"I'm not awake by then." Loudmouth
I live with some really lazy people. I used to say they were the laziest people ever, but then I realized they are just college students who would rather sleep late, watch Netflix, and not do homework or even go to class. Honestly though, there are a lot of other kids on this campus and on campuses world-wide I'm sure that have similar students.
I am not like the rest of my suite. I have a limited amount of time to do things and every second I have is precious. I make sure I use every moment I can to get a step closer to what I want in life. This is why people think I have my life together. I don't, but it looks like I do, especially compared to those I surround myself this.
It is interesting that I say that because at the theatre conference Day 2 that I was at today, one of the speakers harped on the idea that you should surround yourself with creative people and people with drive. Having those people around you push you further. While I'm sure that is true, I don't have the luxury of surrounding myself with these people as often as I would like. Whenever I go to the Fine Arts building I do surround myself with these people, but I don't get to when I head back to my suite for the day. However, surrounding myself with this type of people give me a different kind of motivation, creativity and drive, to keep doing what I'm doing as much as I possible can. This is because, as horrible as it sounds, I can be even better than them and even more put together than them. So, this is something I strive for. I do my homework, I go to events on campus, I work hard for everything and anything I want. And I will continue to do this until I have achieved what I want. Then, I will find more things to strive for. I will never be content. I will always be hungry for more.
That being said, breaks are nice too. The theatre conference had me in the Fine Arts building from 9:45 in the morning until 8:30 at night. So, when I got back to my suite, it was nice to relax. I was welcomed by the common room full of the girls on their phones, not even with the tv on. When Helios came by, the two of us went to NOWL before the movie started. Eventually, we got around to the movie. Shakira, Helios, and Princess joined us. The Farmer stopped by temporarily, but did not stay for the movie. Then again, neither did Loudmouth, The Jet, or the Beast.
Right after the movie, Helios and Princess left and I wrote this before crashing. I have another early morning tomorrow. On top of all of the theatre workshops and lectures and the like, i still have to do all of my homework and sort out my schedule. I need to find time to write EVERY SINGLE DAY. Preferably, I would like to write a free-write, a piece of a screenplay/play/novel I'm working one, and then this. We'll see how that goes. My busy schedule is going to be interesting to work around. But I need to get serious. If I don't exercise these muscles every day, then I will lose them. And I would be nothing without my abilities to write. Even though I also want to work in the theatre, writing is the one thing I have always had and always want to have. So, I need to get serious. I also need to start looking into more writing and theatre opportunities for me for the future. I learned about some great stuff today and I will definitely find more soon. Until then, I will be in a constant state of searching. I also will be in a constant state of research. There were far too many names dropped that I didn't know. So, I'm going to start my work now. Tomorrow (well, technically today) is the beginning of the next new me. I am on my way and I can't wait to see what happens.
~ Future Stage Manager/Author, Current Survivor of a Freezing College Town
"Somebody say something funny." Me
"Buttface." Loudmouth
"Facebutt." Double Shalom
(It is hard to pull comedy out of them when they are too tired.) (I also want to point out this started a conversation about poop that went way too in-depth than it really needed to. I went to sleep though, so I didn't care much.)
UPDATE:
Because Loudmouth at this point didn't hear about the Brussels attack:
"We have the news on 24/7." Me
"I'm not awake by then." Loudmouth
Friday, April 8, 2016
Friday Night is Normally Movie Night
So I had a theatre thing tonight (what else is new), but that ended at around 7:30. While I was out the girls and Shakira went to Wal-Mart (thanks for the invite :/). They locked me out of the suite and I know they didn't mean it but my half-hour of relaxation before the conference turned into 10 minutes. I still got to drop my stuff off, which was good.
I came back and while I was talking to my grandma, it apparently was time for another episode of "Hair Care" in the suite. This time Mojo was getting her hair dyed. I just pray it goes better than the time they thought it was okay that Loudmouth cut Helios' hair. It got so bad so fast that he ended up just completely shaving his head like a week before the semester ended. It was ridiculous. Of course, even though I was sleeping during this event, I was the one to clean up the emotional mess (with help of Double Shalom). That is a story for another day.
So, when the hair dyeing is done we are going to watch Deadpool. I can't wait. Until then, Princess, Double Shalom and I are watching House of Cards (they are both trying to get me hooked). We'll see how it goes, but I already like it after watching just the opening scene pre-credits.
UPDATE: We did not watch Deadpool. House of Cards ended late and then Princess, Double Shalom, and The Beast went to what we call NOWL, or Night Owl, which is late night dining hall stuff. I was feeling kind of crappy and Helios wouldn't be able to come anyway, so we are postponing the movie for a day.
Instead, we just chatted. First, they argued about what movie to watch instead. Nobody came up with an answer, so the TV has been off for a while. Our conversations started with earwax (I couldn't tell you why except Double Shalom said Loudmouth's honey looked kind of like it). Then The Farmer came by. He was asked to read a movie bio because he reads them in a very funny way, but that didn't happen. Then we moved onto Korea briefly (Loudmouth's shirt was from Korea and only cost a dollar!). Everybody talked about their days. At this point, Mojo was halfway done with blowdrying her hair. It literally took her 10 years to do her hair. Then The Beast threw Oreos at all of us so she didn't have to get up and pass us the container. Is that the right word, container? Is it box? Plastic? This was another conversation that we had than never really came to a conclusion. We talked about Pi and other memorized numbers. At some point there was singing of "YMCA". We talked about the pop culture Glenn's of the world (think Mean Girls and Family Guy). We conversation hop a lot.
So, real exciting stuff, right?
Soon after the singing, I noticed it was 11:00. If I wasn't sick, it wouldn't have been so late for me, but I also had to get up at 8:00 in the morning, so I went to sleep.
Depending on the day, our conversations can be really deep or really meaningless. Today happened to be the latter. Didn't give me much to blog about, but I'm exhausted anyway, so I can finish up and sleep.
~ Future ASM/Author, Current Survivor of A Freezing College Town
"What's your social security number?" Double Shalom
"I think there's a 2 in it." The Farmer
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I came back and while I was talking to my grandma, it apparently was time for another episode of "Hair Care" in the suite. This time Mojo was getting her hair dyed. I just pray it goes better than the time they thought it was okay that Loudmouth cut Helios' hair. It got so bad so fast that he ended up just completely shaving his head like a week before the semester ended. It was ridiculous. Of course, even though I was sleeping during this event, I was the one to clean up the emotional mess (with help of Double Shalom). That is a story for another day.
So, when the hair dyeing is done we are going to watch Deadpool. I can't wait. Until then, Princess, Double Shalom and I are watching House of Cards (they are both trying to get me hooked). We'll see how it goes, but I already like it after watching just the opening scene pre-credits.
UPDATE: We did not watch Deadpool. House of Cards ended late and then Princess, Double Shalom, and The Beast went to what we call NOWL, or Night Owl, which is late night dining hall stuff. I was feeling kind of crappy and Helios wouldn't be able to come anyway, so we are postponing the movie for a day.
Instead, we just chatted. First, they argued about what movie to watch instead. Nobody came up with an answer, so the TV has been off for a while. Our conversations started with earwax (I couldn't tell you why except Double Shalom said Loudmouth's honey looked kind of like it). Then The Farmer came by. He was asked to read a movie bio because he reads them in a very funny way, but that didn't happen. Then we moved onto Korea briefly (Loudmouth's shirt was from Korea and only cost a dollar!). Everybody talked about their days. At this point, Mojo was halfway done with blowdrying her hair. It literally took her 10 years to do her hair. Then The Beast threw Oreos at all of us so she didn't have to get up and pass us the container. Is that the right word, container? Is it box? Plastic? This was another conversation that we had than never really came to a conclusion. We talked about Pi and other memorized numbers. At some point there was singing of "YMCA". We talked about the pop culture Glenn's of the world (think Mean Girls and Family Guy). We conversation hop a lot.
So, real exciting stuff, right?
Soon after the singing, I noticed it was 11:00. If I wasn't sick, it wouldn't have been so late for me, but I also had to get up at 8:00 in the morning, so I went to sleep.
Depending on the day, our conversations can be really deep or really meaningless. Today happened to be the latter. Didn't give me much to blog about, but I'm exhausted anyway, so I can finish up and sleep.
~ Future ASM/Author, Current Survivor of A Freezing College Town
"What's your social security number?" Double Shalom
"I think there's a 2 in it." The Farmer
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Thursday, April 7, 2016
College's Favorite Freshman
I need something to write about. I'm in a rut, what else is new. I know nobody reads this, but whenever I do actually write a post, it helps me. I need to write, even something like this blog about nothing, just to remind myself that I am writer. Or I was and want to be. I don't know what I would do if I didn't write. It is the one thing I always had.
So, I'll keep giving this thing a go until it works.
So, let's talk about the people I surround myself with now. I have what I call "Suite and Co.", though I never actually use that name. I have my suite, 6 interesting ladies, and 4 guys from across the hall.
I have my roommate, Princess Jew (not to confuse her with me, Disney Princess Jew). The rest of the girls in the suite are Señorita TV (the sophomore transfer), Rice Queen and Miss Anime (roommates), Lady Fury. Then we have the boys. There is Pretty (Smart) Boy, Mr. Hotshot, Master Hips, and Teddy Bear.
DISCLAIMER: Most of these nicknames suck, but I don't want to use their actual names, so, this is what I will use when documenting our story.
DISCLAIMER: I asked the suite to give each other nicknames. This is what came of it. Princess Jew is Double Shalom, Señorita TV is Nickel, Rice Queen is Loudmouth, Miss Anime is The Jet, Lady Fury is Mojo, Pretty (Smart) Boy is Princess, Mr. Hotshot is Helios, Master Hips is Shakira, and Teddy Bear is The Farmer. Apparently, I'm Bagel. So I will use either of the nicknames to document our story. Because I think I am the only one reading this, it won't be a problem for me.
So, this is my crew. We do movie night all the time. We get dinner a lot. We celebrate stuff like birthdays. When I'm working on my shows, the guys are there more than I am. They basically live in my suite. The ten of us are always in the common room doing one thing or another. I think I shall write about them. Maybe not every day, but at least once a week.
We may not be the most exciting people, but we are very interesting. Some spend far too much on Netflix while others live in their books. But our relationships to each other and the conversations we have I think should be documented. These are my college days, my college experiences, as told by a group of 10 friends brought together by housing.
~ Future ASM/Author, Current Survivor of A Freezing College Town
"You're gonna be in my nightmares." The Beast
"Awww, you're gonna dream about me?" Loudmouth
So, I'll keep giving this thing a go until it works.
So, let's talk about the people I surround myself with now. I have what I call "Suite and Co.", though I never actually use that name. I have my suite, 6 interesting ladies, and 4 guys from across the hall.
I have my roommate, Princess Jew (not to confuse her with me, Disney Princess Jew). The rest of the girls in the suite are Señorita TV (the sophomore transfer), Rice Queen and Miss Anime (roommates), Lady Fury. Then we have the boys. There is Pretty (Smart) Boy, Mr. Hotshot, Master Hips, and Teddy Bear.
DISCLAIMER: Most of these nicknames suck, but I don't want to use their actual names, so, this is what I will use when documenting our story.
DISCLAIMER: I asked the suite to give each other nicknames. This is what came of it. Princess Jew is Double Shalom, Señorita TV is Nickel, Rice Queen is Loudmouth, Miss Anime is The Jet, Lady Fury is Mojo, Pretty (Smart) Boy is Princess, Mr. Hotshot is Helios, Master Hips is Shakira, and Teddy Bear is The Farmer. Apparently, I'm Bagel. So I will use either of the nicknames to document our story. Because I think I am the only one reading this, it won't be a problem for me.
So, this is my crew. We do movie night all the time. We get dinner a lot. We celebrate stuff like birthdays. When I'm working on my shows, the guys are there more than I am. They basically live in my suite. The ten of us are always in the common room doing one thing or another. I think I shall write about them. Maybe not every day, but at least once a week.
We may not be the most exciting people, but we are very interesting. Some spend far too much on Netflix while others live in their books. But our relationships to each other and the conversations we have I think should be documented. These are my college days, my college experiences, as told by a group of 10 friends brought together by housing.
~ Future ASM/Author, Current Survivor of A Freezing College Town
"You're gonna be in my nightmares." The Beast
"Awww, you're gonna dream about me?" Loudmouth
Tuesday, January 5, 2016
Happy New Year
Okay, so it's round three for me. My third attempt at blogging will hopefully be successful. As part of my New Year's Resolution to write more, I will try to blog at least once a week. No promises but I've decided that I need to start focusing a lot more on writing. So, here it goes.
I am a closeted romantic who has had her share of boy drama. A story I started writing is based on our 8-year relationship gone terribly wrong. I'm not sure if it is nearly as interesting as it is, or maybe was, to me. Anyway, it was a classic fairy tale story of boy meets girl and there is an instant idea in the girl's mind of their wedding day. I was stuck on this guy for years. He seemed to be too, so I wasn't as pathetic as I sound. Then, when I was 16, my dream came true. He finally worked up the courage to kiss me. Oh, it was bliss for that week we were together. Then he went back home. Did I mention he lived 1000 miles away from me? Anyway, we saw each other a few months later but by that time he got over it. So, ouch. Slowly, I got over it. Until he suddenly, temporarily, reappeared in my life recently. I finally was doing okay enough that I could stop thinking about him and then he decided to try and ruin all of it. Well, I didn't let him. Even if it hurt me in doing so. I'm finally learning to move on. It is time for a change in my life. Unfortunately, I have trouble letting go of things, so I figured writing it out would help me release the remaining thoughts of him from my mind.
On a completely separate note, I am trying to reading a book every two weeks this year (if it weren't for college, it would one a week, but I don't have that kind of time right now.) So the first book of 2016 is called Skin and Bones by Sherry Shahan. No review until I'm finished but so far I'm hooked. I am intrigued by this kind of stuff, even if the writing isn't the greatest I've ever read. I only say that because of the typos and minor plot holes, but I'll wait until I'm done to really say anything.
I am hoping to expand my knowledge of the theatre which is why I, along with my book challenge, I am researching a new show a week. This week's show is Happiness. Book by John Weidman, Music by Scott Frankel, and Lyrics by Michael Korie, Happiness was is the story about "a dozen diverse New Yorkes on a stalled subway car, who had to recall and relive the happiest moment of their life before continuing on. After a while, we discover that the characters have all died, and this is their final assignment before moving on to what's next." It ran in 2009 from March to June. Original Stage Manager (as far as I found) was Rolt Smith.
Exciting things that happened this week. I'm trying to find at least 1 thing a day.
January 1st: I went to Harold's for New Years Day breakfast with two of my friends and one of my friend's family. It was delicious. After that, we went back to one of their houses and I didn't come in last for Mario Party 2 (yay).
January 2nd: I went to a pizza party with my old AP and all of the old/current minions. I also got to see my best friend and she gave me my holiday present, which was beautiful stuff she got me while in India. Yay!
January 3rd: After hanging out with my grandma for a while, I went to Barnes and Noble with her and my sister and got some good stuff to start my 2016 reading challenge off right. I also started my first book.
January 4th: I went to the mall with my grandma and got some great stuff to go back to school with.
January 5th: I watched (parts of) four movie musicals (Sweeney Todd, Into the Woods, The Producers, and Annie). I also started blogging again and read of my book.
Lastly: The word of the week is Cynosure, which means a person or thing that is the center of attention or admiration.
That's all for now. I'll write soon.
~Kitty
I am a closeted romantic who has had her share of boy drama. A story I started writing is based on our 8-year relationship gone terribly wrong. I'm not sure if it is nearly as interesting as it is, or maybe was, to me. Anyway, it was a classic fairy tale story of boy meets girl and there is an instant idea in the girl's mind of their wedding day. I was stuck on this guy for years. He seemed to be too, so I wasn't as pathetic as I sound. Then, when I was 16, my dream came true. He finally worked up the courage to kiss me. Oh, it was bliss for that week we were together. Then he went back home. Did I mention he lived 1000 miles away from me? Anyway, we saw each other a few months later but by that time he got over it. So, ouch. Slowly, I got over it. Until he suddenly, temporarily, reappeared in my life recently. I finally was doing okay enough that I could stop thinking about him and then he decided to try and ruin all of it. Well, I didn't let him. Even if it hurt me in doing so. I'm finally learning to move on. It is time for a change in my life. Unfortunately, I have trouble letting go of things, so I figured writing it out would help me release the remaining thoughts of him from my mind.
On a completely separate note, I am trying to reading a book every two weeks this year (if it weren't for college, it would one a week, but I don't have that kind of time right now.) So the first book of 2016 is called Skin and Bones by Sherry Shahan. No review until I'm finished but so far I'm hooked. I am intrigued by this kind of stuff, even if the writing isn't the greatest I've ever read. I only say that because of the typos and minor plot holes, but I'll wait until I'm done to really say anything.
I am hoping to expand my knowledge of the theatre which is why I, along with my book challenge, I am researching a new show a week. This week's show is Happiness. Book by John Weidman, Music by Scott Frankel, and Lyrics by Michael Korie, Happiness was is the story about "a dozen diverse New Yorkes on a stalled subway car, who had to recall and relive the happiest moment of their life before continuing on. After a while, we discover that the characters have all died, and this is their final assignment before moving on to what's next." It ran in 2009 from March to June. Original Stage Manager (as far as I found) was Rolt Smith.
Exciting things that happened this week. I'm trying to find at least 1 thing a day.
January 1st: I went to Harold's for New Years Day breakfast with two of my friends and one of my friend's family. It was delicious. After that, we went back to one of their houses and I didn't come in last for Mario Party 2 (yay).
January 2nd: I went to a pizza party with my old AP and all of the old/current minions. I also got to see my best friend and she gave me my holiday present, which was beautiful stuff she got me while in India. Yay!
January 3rd: After hanging out with my grandma for a while, I went to Barnes and Noble with her and my sister and got some good stuff to start my 2016 reading challenge off right. I also started my first book.
January 4th: I went to the mall with my grandma and got some great stuff to go back to school with.
January 5th: I watched (parts of) four movie musicals (Sweeney Todd, Into the Woods, The Producers, and Annie). I also started blogging again and read of my book.
Lastly: The word of the week is Cynosure, which means a person or thing that is the center of attention or admiration.
That's all for now. I'll write soon.
~Kitty
Monday, March 9, 2015
Mini Me 1
I am mostly happy with my life right now. But I know that I've made a lot of mistakes. If I can prevent someone from making those mistakes, I want to. My darling friend M is very much like me, just slightly younger. Over the weekend, we have discovered that we are extremely alike. This is a beautiful thing, yet it worries me. Now, I want to protect her. I want her to steer clear of any future problems. I also want her to take chances though. Right now, she likes a boy, but in fear of rejection, she wants to give up. While I would love to protect her from a possible hurt, I don't want her to miss out on something amazing. I told her six hundred times this weekend alone that she isn't allowed to give up on this just yet. She needs to give it time. I told her if nothing happens within the week then I will help her get over this boy and maybe find someone else. Already they texted back and forth, proving that she needed to give it time. It still could not work out, but she needs to try.
We are very similar. We have similar ideals, similar thoughts, similar fears. I hope for her that she can learn from me, from my mistakes and my successes. I care for her as a friend deeply and I hope I can help her with anything I can. I want to protect, but I want to make sure she doesn't miss out on anything. I hope things work out for her better than they did for me. I'm going to protect her. She is my friend, my very good friend. I hope things work for her. I hope she's happy. I'm going to do whatever I can to make sure she is.
I'll give an update, hopefully a good one, when I can.
~ Stuck
We are very similar. We have similar ideals, similar thoughts, similar fears. I hope for her that she can learn from me, from my mistakes and my successes. I care for her as a friend deeply and I hope I can help her with anything I can. I want to protect, but I want to make sure she doesn't miss out on anything. I hope things work out for her better than they did for me. I'm going to protect her. She is my friend, my very good friend. I hope things work for her. I hope she's happy. I'm going to do whatever I can to make sure she is.
I'll give an update, hopefully a good one, when I can.
~ Stuck
Friday, March 6, 2015
Hands fit like Lock and Key
Twice have I held hands with someone where I felt like our hands fit together perfectly. It could very well be just me somewhat believing in the cliche that people who actually belong together, or could work well together, have hands that fit in each other's well, very well. Sadly, both were times with people that, I guess, they shouldn't have been with.
First was with L, someone who I care greatly for (however in which way I am not completely sure of). As good friends and intellectuals, we went to go see a movie together. We were just kind ended up holding hands for a while. It was nice. Sadly, it couldn't mean anything. We would be great together, if we gave it another shot. Maybe we will one day. Until then, I can be glad we are such great friends and that I can always count on him. I hope he knows he can always count on me too. I think we'd be great, but according to the last time we won't be. I'd love to try again, one day. Our hands fit too well for me not to long for him ever so often. Even if we were to just stay friends, I hope we do for a long time.
The next time was with S. Sitting between him and my friend, B, on a ride in Walt Disney World's Animal Kingdom, we braced ourselves for the rockiest part. Now, we really fit well together, not just our hands. We have similar interests and such. I was reassured of this on that ride. We fit better than J, JP, K, and even L I think. Now, I had liked S the year before, but, crushed from the lack of reciprocated feelings, I gave up. However, our schedules led us to become quite close this year, bringing back up those suppressed feelings that I thought I had abandoned. (Excuse my changed vernacular {is that the right word to use}- I'm currently reading Withering Heights, which causes my language to change and improve some.) Well, our fingers perfectly interlocked. I felt like it was right. I hope to remain close to him for a long time. Maybe give it a shot or maybe not. I know we'd be pretty good together, if we were to ever try. Even if we don't, I hope I stay close with S.
Both of these times, I did not put my hand out or have to take the hand of the other. My hand was taken. While this may be irrelevant, it was important to me. Whenever JP would want to hold my hand he would put his out for me to take. I never really fit well with J. Our hands never fit. Our fingers would entangle strangely and our palms would never touch. it was uncomfortable.
L and S made me feel comfortable. They make me feel safe in some strange way. I had open up to them. I fit well with L and I fit well with S. L and I can be intellectual or stupid with him. I can just be myself. I don't feel like I'm walking on eggshells. I feel the same way with S. Only, with him, there is more feelings.
I may end up in college with one or even both of them. I hate that there is a small part of me that wants to go to the college because one of them, or both of them, will be there. (There are MANY other reasons too- I'm not following them to college just because of them.) I don't know what's next. I do know that we fit really well together, L and me and S and me. No matter what happens, I hope we stay at least friends for a very long time.
We fit like lock and key. My hand fits. Our personalities fit. We fit. I love them both, in different ways. I'm just glad to know that I can always count on them, I always have someone to fall back on, fall into, and fit well with.
~Stuck differently
First was with L, someone who I care greatly for (however in which way I am not completely sure of). As good friends and intellectuals, we went to go see a movie together. We were just kind ended up holding hands for a while. It was nice. Sadly, it couldn't mean anything. We would be great together, if we gave it another shot. Maybe we will one day. Until then, I can be glad we are such great friends and that I can always count on him. I hope he knows he can always count on me too. I think we'd be great, but according to the last time we won't be. I'd love to try again, one day. Our hands fit too well for me not to long for him ever so often. Even if we were to just stay friends, I hope we do for a long time.
The next time was with S. Sitting between him and my friend, B, on a ride in Walt Disney World's Animal Kingdom, we braced ourselves for the rockiest part. Now, we really fit well together, not just our hands. We have similar interests and such. I was reassured of this on that ride. We fit better than J, JP, K, and even L I think. Now, I had liked S the year before, but, crushed from the lack of reciprocated feelings, I gave up. However, our schedules led us to become quite close this year, bringing back up those suppressed feelings that I thought I had abandoned. (Excuse my changed vernacular {is that the right word to use}- I'm currently reading Withering Heights, which causes my language to change and improve some.) Well, our fingers perfectly interlocked. I felt like it was right. I hope to remain close to him for a long time. Maybe give it a shot or maybe not. I know we'd be pretty good together, if we were to ever try. Even if we don't, I hope I stay close with S.
Both of these times, I did not put my hand out or have to take the hand of the other. My hand was taken. While this may be irrelevant, it was important to me. Whenever JP would want to hold my hand he would put his out for me to take. I never really fit well with J. Our hands never fit. Our fingers would entangle strangely and our palms would never touch. it was uncomfortable.
L and S made me feel comfortable. They make me feel safe in some strange way. I had open up to them. I fit well with L and I fit well with S. L and I can be intellectual or stupid with him. I can just be myself. I don't feel like I'm walking on eggshells. I feel the same way with S. Only, with him, there is more feelings.
I may end up in college with one or even both of them. I hate that there is a small part of me that wants to go to the college because one of them, or both of them, will be there. (There are MANY other reasons too- I'm not following them to college just because of them.) I don't know what's next. I do know that we fit really well together, L and me and S and me. No matter what happens, I hope we stay at least friends for a very long time.
We fit like lock and key. My hand fits. Our personalities fit. We fit. I love them both, in different ways. I'm just glad to know that I can always count on them, I always have someone to fall back on, fall into, and fit well with.
~Stuck differently
Tuesday, March 3, 2015
Wall of Separation
In AP Government today, we talked about the "Separation of Church and State" in the Bill of Rights and the US Government. On one of my teacher's slides, he wrote "When it comes to the 'walls of separation'...". That got me thinking. I have a wall of separation. Actually, I have a bunch of walls of separation. In fact, I have quite a few walls, layers, that separate me from the world, my 100% true self from being exposed to my complete environment. Then again, though, everyone has. At least one wall, I think. At least most people, I think.
At the very least, clothing is a wall of separation. My clothes hide a lot. My clothes also say a lot about me that connect me to the world. However, my clothes are mostly a wall of separation. I praise the idea of clothes everyday, because my clothes have saved me many, many times. Perhaps, though, that is a story for another day.
There are bigger walls than just what I wear that separate me from the rest of the world. Walls that are more like picket fences and walls that are impossible to climb. Climbing all of my walls of separation can take forever. I, by now, should be able to maneuver myself around and over all of them, but, alas, I can't. I need a map that I don't have and some grappling hooks that don't exist.
The funny, or stupid (depending on how you look at it), thing is, there are those that I just kind of let in. Technically, there are 3 and half people that have been let in completely. (I say "and a half" because now that I look back on my relationship with JP, I didn't let him in as completely as I thought, which was, thankfully, a very good thing.) I have no idea why I let these specific people in, but I did and continue to do so (minus the half). On my one freewill, I let these people in without them having to do basically any work. I don't know why these people had such an effect on me, but they all did, all do. However, today I am not talking about those who have gone past my walls. I am talking about my walls of separation themselves. D, L, S, JP: you will probably be talked about on another occasion, not this one. LA and T come close, but haven't been let in. I feel like before I go beyond this part of this topic, they need to at least be brought up.
For a few weeks now, I have been crying. Only on the inside. I look fine. I see fine. Yet, I am not fine. You would never know by looking at me though.
I have so much to say, yet I'll never say any of it. My thoughts on my current situation, and the situations around me, will not be said. Inserted, they will sit in my head. My thoughts will fester and weigh me down. They always do. I've gotten somewhat good at carrying around said baggage. I still want a break. I still need a break. I need to see and try something new. Leave everything at the door and go explore somewhere beyond my home, my comfort zone. I want to climb over all my walls, my picket fences and mountain-high barricades. I just want to get out for a little while. Get out of my skin and stop being separate for a while. Embrace the world around me. Find something to submerge myself into that I haven't discovered yet.
I built my walls of separation, but that doesn't mean I'm completely proud of them or find them necessary. I don't always need or even want them. I just can't get rid of them. For so many reasons, these walls will continue to be present. I don't know where to begin.
In a few months, I'll be starting a new journey. Maybe this is good and maybe it isn't. Maybe I will be making the right choices and maybe I won't be. I'm not sure that, when I start, I will be able to leave my walls, even just some of them, behind. I built my walls, and they have surrounded me and protected me. Also, however, U have grown around them. They are a part of me, of who I am. I'm not sure I can give my walls of separation up. My walls of separation separate me from the world, but also separate the different parts of me- form myself and from my surroundings. My walls separate my parts that the world can see and the parts that I keep to myself. My outermost layer has no walls, but it is so far away from the "most susceptible to pain" part of me that I'm okay that is isn't protected. A few bangs and bruises will not ruin me. As long as I'm protected, I'll be fine.I'm not sure if I'm proud of my walls, or if I even need them. I am often happy, however, that they are there.
~ Not as Stuck
At the very least, clothing is a wall of separation. My clothes hide a lot. My clothes also say a lot about me that connect me to the world. However, my clothes are mostly a wall of separation. I praise the idea of clothes everyday, because my clothes have saved me many, many times. Perhaps, though, that is a story for another day.
There are bigger walls than just what I wear that separate me from the rest of the world. Walls that are more like picket fences and walls that are impossible to climb. Climbing all of my walls of separation can take forever. I, by now, should be able to maneuver myself around and over all of them, but, alas, I can't. I need a map that I don't have and some grappling hooks that don't exist.
The funny, or stupid (depending on how you look at it), thing is, there are those that I just kind of let in. Technically, there are 3 and half people that have been let in completely. (I say "and a half" because now that I look back on my relationship with JP, I didn't let him in as completely as I thought, which was, thankfully, a very good thing.) I have no idea why I let these specific people in, but I did and continue to do so (minus the half). On my one freewill, I let these people in without them having to do basically any work. I don't know why these people had such an effect on me, but they all did, all do. However, today I am not talking about those who have gone past my walls. I am talking about my walls of separation themselves. D, L, S, JP: you will probably be talked about on another occasion, not this one. LA and T come close, but haven't been let in. I feel like before I go beyond this part of this topic, they need to at least be brought up.
For a few weeks now, I have been crying. Only on the inside. I look fine. I see fine. Yet, I am not fine. You would never know by looking at me though.
I have so much to say, yet I'll never say any of it. My thoughts on my current situation, and the situations around me, will not be said. Inserted, they will sit in my head. My thoughts will fester and weigh me down. They always do. I've gotten somewhat good at carrying around said baggage. I still want a break. I still need a break. I need to see and try something new. Leave everything at the door and go explore somewhere beyond my home, my comfort zone. I want to climb over all my walls, my picket fences and mountain-high barricades. I just want to get out for a little while. Get out of my skin and stop being separate for a while. Embrace the world around me. Find something to submerge myself into that I haven't discovered yet.
I built my walls of separation, but that doesn't mean I'm completely proud of them or find them necessary. I don't always need or even want them. I just can't get rid of them. For so many reasons, these walls will continue to be present. I don't know where to begin.
In a few months, I'll be starting a new journey. Maybe this is good and maybe it isn't. Maybe I will be making the right choices and maybe I won't be. I'm not sure that, when I start, I will be able to leave my walls, even just some of them, behind. I built my walls, and they have surrounded me and protected me. Also, however, U have grown around them. They are a part of me, of who I am. I'm not sure I can give my walls of separation up. My walls of separation separate me from the world, but also separate the different parts of me- form myself and from my surroundings. My walls separate my parts that the world can see and the parts that I keep to myself. My outermost layer has no walls, but it is so far away from the "most susceptible to pain" part of me that I'm okay that is isn't protected. A few bangs and bruises will not ruin me. As long as I'm protected, I'll be fine.I'm not sure if I'm proud of my walls, or if I even need them. I am often happy, however, that they are there.
~ Not as Stuck
I'm back. And I'll actually be writing a blog this time.
Thank you, L, for suggesting this to me, inadvertently and then blatantly. My first post, I guess, is going to be about why I'm starting to blog again, for real this time.
I've been stuck for too long. I love to write, but lately, I have had no inspiration and no motivation (that produces any real result). I've been upset and angry a lot lately, and I have no release. I'm stuck. I am filled to the brim with unexplored or ignored emotions. I don't want to be.
So, I've decided that I won't be. Thank you L. I'm going to write a blog, one that I will keep up with this time. This blog is for me, to pour myself into. I will be telling my life story, in a way, starting now. No prequel, no disclaimer. My story, on here, starts now. (Welcome.)
Here I go.
(Thank you again L. I will forever be grateful for this.)
~ Stuck
I've been stuck for too long. I love to write, but lately, I have had no inspiration and no motivation (that produces any real result). I've been upset and angry a lot lately, and I have no release. I'm stuck. I am filled to the brim with unexplored or ignored emotions. I don't want to be.
So, I've decided that I won't be. Thank you L. I'm going to write a blog, one that I will keep up with this time. This blog is for me, to pour myself into. I will be telling my life story, in a way, starting now. No prequel, no disclaimer. My story, on here, starts now. (Welcome.)
Here I go.
(Thank you again L. I will forever be grateful for this.)
~ Stuck
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