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Summer. Oh summer what to do with you? I thought it would be the end, but it's only the beginning. It's miserable and slow, and these few weeks are absolutely crawling. On a better note, I've passed my classes. I wasn't sure what I'd accomplished, but at least it was the minimal to scrape by. This semester was the worst I've had yet. Not to complain. It's also been one of the best. I've grown so close to my friend Josh, and we've had some amazing times. I feel like this is the time to be making memories, and every moment I think to myself that I should really savor everything, because one day those will be the things I look back on and smile about.
Two more weeks until take off. Two more weeks and I'll be out of the country, in the tropical sun, amongst a culture I've always envied to be part of. I can't wait to learn and experience and see places I've only dreamed of having the chance to experience. And afterward I'll have the other half of my soul here to keep me company, so I just need to make it through these two weeks and it will all be gravy from there.
I've made an icon journal because I'm piling up icons I've made in my spare time, and I actually want to post them for people to use if they like. I'm not sure they're that great, but I like them. They're tons of fun to get into. I need more inspiration for them...Really I need more inspiration for several things. But I've picked up a new persona. A new voice, I should say, because that's what they all become, little voices in my head constantly chattering. One day someone will really think I'm schizo. Sometimes it's just easier being them than being me. How crazy does that sound?
I usually don't rant, but I feel like I've got a million things on my mind and nothing but boring work and daily blahness to keep me satisfied. I've even packed most of my things that I can afford to not wear in the meantime. We are only supposed to take one suitcase, but my gosh how on earth does someone live for two weeks out of one bag? And I'm a LIGHT packer. Gosh.
Late night blogs should be banned.
Two more weeks until take off. Two more weeks and I'll be out of the country, in the tropical sun, amongst a culture I've always envied to be part of. I can't wait to learn and experience and see places I've only dreamed of having the chance to experience. And afterward I'll have the other half of my soul here to keep me company, so I just need to make it through these two weeks and it will all be gravy from there.
I've made an icon journal because I'm piling up icons I've made in my spare time, and I actually want to post them for people to use if they like. I'm not sure they're that great, but I like them. They're tons of fun to get into. I need more inspiration for them...Really I need more inspiration for several things. But I've picked up a new persona. A new voice, I should say, because that's what they all become, little voices in my head constantly chattering. One day someone will really think I'm schizo. Sometimes it's just easier being them than being me. How crazy does that sound?
I usually don't rant, but I feel like I've got a million things on my mind and nothing but boring work and daily blahness to keep me satisfied. I've even packed most of my things that I can afford to not wear in the meantime. We are only supposed to take one suitcase, but my gosh how on earth does someone live for two weeks out of one bag? And I'm a LIGHT packer. Gosh.
Late night blogs should be banned.