How does it all happen so fast?
I just read someone's 25 things on facebook, and it really made me want to blog again. I like the idea of sharing a little piece of my life with the world, even if the rest of the world may not find my life all that interesting.
It's really amazing how much has changed this year or since September 2008 when my second year of college started. I haven't been writing very much, here or to myself in my journal. It makes me sad because I like documenting my life. I always make time to go back and look at what I wrote.
So this is what happened:
-I lost a loved one for the first time in my life
-Crossed the Pacific for the funeral and returned to school all in a span of 5 days
-Fell in love
-And watched as so many relationships fell apart
-Witnessed my friend lose a loved one too
-Allowed myself to open up to someone more than I've ever allowed myself before
-Had more bloody noses and thrown up more than anyone should in such a short amount of time
And all the while I laughed. For myself. At myself. And it's been relatively okay. I'm not happy all the time, but I don't know if many people can say that they are.
There are so many ways that I can improve my life too, and I think if things got busier around here, I would feel better and much more occupied. It seems like you just can't have it all. Last year when I had a very pathetic social life (more like none at all), I had so much time to read leisure books. I ripped through at least one novel a week on top of all my school work. I watched more tv shows than I can count on one hand, and I always had time to keep up with fashion blogs.
This academic year, I've read exactly 2 novels I think. The only shows I watch now are the ones the boyfriend likes: Survivor Man, The Family Guy, Myth Busters, and whatever else happens to be on Adult Swim. What happened to Gossip Girl, House, Grey's Anatomy, The Hills, and The Zoe Project? I miss that. At least I'm expanding my horizons.
I still can't believe I'm twenty. I'm too young to be twenty years old.
It's really amazing how much has changed this year or since September 2008 when my second year of college started. I haven't been writing very much, here or to myself in my journal. It makes me sad because I like documenting my life. I always make time to go back and look at what I wrote.
So this is what happened:
-I lost a loved one for the first time in my life
-Crossed the Pacific for the funeral and returned to school all in a span of 5 days
-Fell in love
-And watched as so many relationships fell apart
-Witnessed my friend lose a loved one too
-Allowed myself to open up to someone more than I've ever allowed myself before
-Had more bloody noses and thrown up more than anyone should in such a short amount of time
And all the while I laughed. For myself. At myself. And it's been relatively okay. I'm not happy all the time, but I don't know if many people can say that they are.
There are so many ways that I can improve my life too, and I think if things got busier around here, I would feel better and much more occupied. It seems like you just can't have it all. Last year when I had a very pathetic social life (more like none at all), I had so much time to read leisure books. I ripped through at least one novel a week on top of all my school work. I watched more tv shows than I can count on one hand, and I always had time to keep up with fashion blogs.
This academic year, I've read exactly 2 novels I think. The only shows I watch now are the ones the boyfriend likes: Survivor Man, The Family Guy, Myth Busters, and whatever else happens to be on Adult Swim. What happened to Gossip Girl, House, Grey's Anatomy, The Hills, and The Zoe Project? I miss that. At least I'm expanding my horizons.
I still can't believe I'm twenty. I'm too young to be twenty years old.




