Livin the dream.

 I love college life.  I really do.  I feel so chill and purposeful now.  Like I'm not just another kid.  I actually mean something. And I like that. Don't get me wrong I have my down days every once in a while and just want to go home and be with my family but it happens to everyone. But yeah. Loving it. Love Westminster. Don't love scary guys      yelling in the hall like what is happening right now but whatever. It's all good.
                                                         

Sick Day

     It all started yesterday after class.  I went up to my room and rested for a hour and watched this cool series on Netflix called "Dollhouse".  It's pretty great.  Anyway I went over to the cafeteria and just felt awful so I called up work and called off.  I felt so bad because I hate missing things.  And I really need the money.  So I went back to my room and just lounged until my parents came up for a visit.  We went to Olive Garden and picked up some things I needed.  I love my parents and I miss them so much.  It's hard only seeing them for two days every two weeks.  Sometimes I feel that I miss them more than they miss me.  I feel that way about basically everyone.  Anyway I felt tons better that night and then when I woke up the next morning my illness was still corrupting my body.  So I had to stay in my room all day and I quarantined myself.  I feel cut off from the world it's awful.  It took me a hour to eat a banana.  It was really yummy though.
     And I just watched Hamlet for my theatre class.  So boring.  I had a hard time.  It will be even worse to read it.  Procrastination!  I have homework to do for tomorrow because I need to go to class.  I hate missing class.  I'll do my homework.  I promise.  I'll do it in like...15 minutes.  Yeah.  15 is a good number.

Help I'm Alive

     I am at war with myself.  It is tragic.  But it's not one thing, oh no.  It can't be that simple.  It has to be multiple things.  The worst part is that I will decide one thing, begin to act upon it, then think better and stop.  After this confusing display of FOOLISHNESS I simply sit there and stare into nothingness.  It's awful.
     However, my favorite song is playing on Pandora: Help I'm Alive by Metric.  This brought me great joy especially after my confusing indecision.
     Tonight I went to the U with my bestie Lindsay and we saw the Tony video from Invisible Children.  I love IC.  They seriously just bring me so much joy and when I envision myself becoming a part of this phenomenal movement, all fear melts away.
     Honestly, "my heart is beating like a hammer".