I’m not sure what to say. I’m not sure what to write about. I’m not even all that sure that people are reading this. I mean I’m aware when I haven’t blogged in awhile. I get this nagging voice in the back of my head saying something like “you need to go blog, so maybe people will read” Maybe they will… Sometimes though I’m not even sure what to really write about. Life has been so insane lately, maybe I should just put my journal on here. Really bare all my messyness to the world.
Here’s something… I think I’m afraid of becoming the person I never wanted to be. When I was younger I would do things simply to do them, to make me different, more experienced. Whether it was sleep away camp for five weeks in junior high, or studying abroad in high school. All of these things (amongst a few others) kept me from really being normal. And that’s okay. But these days, I’m feeling just a bit of that. Normal. Here I am humming and hawing about it, when a few years ago I would have killed for anything that felt normal. Now I’m just bored. And it will pass. I mean I’m ALMOST done with college, if that’s at all possible. I mean it’s still a year away from being done, but when you’ve been in college as long as I have, one year isn’t too far. Well I’ll stop boring you with my pathetic pity party. On a happier note though, I’m off to see Tangled tonight. I haven’t been to the movies in so long, so that should be great.