In the past few months I feel I have grown more than I had grown in all of my 20 or so years before. Writing had always come naturally to me and yet every time I sat to do so, I found myself staring at a blank canvas for various chunks of time. I thought maybe I'd outgrown the blog thing, but then words couldn't come to my essays, my journal, my private blog, and so forth. I figured it best I take a look at things.
Flash back to early 2008, I re-welcomed an old friend who usually proves toxic back in February, and although the two of us were confident in our decision to become friends again, we proved ourselves wrong. This would be the 6th time. She got me into some things, led me astray, I got into some trouble, now here I am today.
The troubles I found myself in uprooted me from my home town and transfered me two towns over to where I currently reside with a roommate. I dropped out of the last semester of college, and spent my time doing things I shouldn't have been doing. I burned bridges, and in some cases, ran from failed attempts to do so on purpose
For a long time I would not admit that something wasn't quite right. I had the facts in front of me and chose to look past them. Alas, sometimes you just need to swallow your pride. And so I did. There are always consequences for our mistakes, but if you find a way to deal with them, then life can be regained.
Shawty on a beautiful day.
Saturday morning. My most hated of all mornings. Work at 9AM after being up until 2 or 3 consuming what I'm sure is an ungodly amount of alcohol. Hang over? Sure. Repeat again next weekend? Obvs. Just another exciting day in the wonderful world of car sales.
Now that I've finished my first week of summer semester, I can definitely predict which days will prove to be the most stressful for me. I was on the go none stop all day yesterday. My college has two campuses in my area. Each offer different types of courses. For instance, the nursing program and business courses are offered mainly at the campus here in my city (which I have not until this semester had a course at) while humanities and social sciences are at the campus a half hour away from here. Just my luck that I happened to have one at each campus on the same day.
My day begins here at the DL campus where I sit in my lovely (cough) advanced algebra class from 9AM until noon. I am not a math person. This course already frustrates me and I've only been to two classes thus far. I really wish there were a way to bypas the whole math and statistics part of my schooling. I don't see the point of data analysis and research psychology courses when I don't want to be a Research Psychologist, I want to be a Clinical and Developmental Psychologist. *sigh*
From there we have a break to go home, eat, and work out. With just enough time to hop in the car and drive out to the NW campus.
Surprise! A parking ticket. As if i wasnt already having a wonderful day. What a treat.
I kicked off this weekend with a girls night. My two favourite girls and i got together for some much needed gossip and cocktails at the pub. It had been too long since just the three of us got together for drinks. It was definitly a good night.
Just a couple more weeks and I will be free.
I promise I'll be back soon.
<3
I have my Cognitive Psych midterm tomorrow at noon.
I am stressing.
Major stressing.
I've been studying for a week straight, basically.
I'm not usually this worried about exams, but this is just over the top stress. Probably because I know that it is going to be an intense exam, and that theres is a lot of material I need to know like the back of my hand, compare and relate, and use.
Excuse me while I go hyperventilate.
No wait, that wont help.
I'm just going to go study some more.
So, I haven't had much free time lately, but when I have had some, I've been getting back into my scrapbooking. Once all of my younger years were finished I didnt really have much to do. But now that I have a new camera, I figure my grown up life is well on its way to being heavily photographed. I started out with a title page. I'm really happy with how it turned out, and making something that looks really good to start the whole thing off really gets me motivated. Its kind of like, I haven't lost it, right? The only thing about me being crafty, is that I have a lot of stuff.... meaning a lot of mess. My bedroom floor currently looks like it exploded with coloured paper.
Oh well, I'll clean it up later. Right now, I'm tired.
My first single Valentine's day in four years was no where near as excrutiating as I thought it would be. I actually had a very good day. Between aceing my religion exam on Judaism, work, a few drinks with good friends, and a bundle of roses. I'd say it was a good one.
Work was dead. Really dead. Plus it was boring since I came straight from my exam, and had no other homework on me, but as usual, the guys were quite entertaining and the night went by fairly fast. Near the end of my shift a friend called and invited me out for some drinks so I went there straight after. It was a good time, and I got myself some plans for the weekend.
I got a Happy Valentine's day from someone I wasn't expecting it from, as well. I have such a strange thing going with someone right now. It was nice to hear from him since he's been a bit of a stranger these past few weeks for reasons that I have recently been informed (i.e. today, hah.) Oh well, just another thing to think of as days go by.
When I got home tonight I found this waiting on my bed for me. A dozen pink roses from my dad and stepmom with a sweet little card. It was just what I needed to end my day on a good note. All in all, I had a really good day. Single and proud! Take that V-day!!!
