its taken me this long to get over my holiday. and even now i'm still a bit bitter. well, bitter isn't actually the word i'd use in this situation. more like (and i think i've already said this) disenchanted, and not only because of the convention in itself. but that's a thought i have yet to sort through on my many hours of quiet reflection (commonly known as 'spacing out') to get to the bottom of my dilly of a pickle.


i'd just like to throw it out there that i love fight club. i must must must go out and purchase this book. tyler durden is a godsend. brad pitt isn't too shabby himself.


summer is finally coming into its own. i was so focused on making enough money for my holiday before i left that i wasn't fully appreciating the slow pace of summer time. now that i'm back i'm definitely taking advantage of the dog days of summer. but my summer is quickly drawing to a close, which is soo upsetting. i've never been more upset to go back to school as i am this year. i'm not sure what it is, a combination of the truly interesting individuals i've met this year or the things that i planned to do but never actually got around to doing. there's a lot of unfinished business and i'll be damned if school stops me from doing these things.

i get the threats all the time that 'this is your last chance at starting over' since this is my third year of starting over at a new school. but i'm taking it in stride because i'm confident enough to feel that i won't get bogged down by school this time. i'm truly confident in myself to say that i won't struggle to get up in the morning because i hate my choice. this is something i can sink my teeth into, something that i'm passionate about, not something that i thought i was passionate about. i've always held back on this, thinking that something i did as a hobby shouldn't become my career because then i'll lose the fun of it. but having taken the slow road towards it, i'm thinking that if i enjoy it, i'll never lose the thrill of sitting down and hashing out my thoughts on paper or on my keyboard. i read things that other people have written and it makes me feel so at home-- i see that they've put thought into what they've said, they've provided a background. they've made the right choice of words and diction, and the pieces flow like water through my inner monologue.
in short, i've never been more excited to start again. i know i said this last year, but i had my doubts. this time, i'm all for it. i'm just going to throw myself into it, forget about the drama that i know will surround it, the teachers i'll grow to like or dislike and the fact that everyone i know and their dog goes to the same school. i don't have to talk to them. and as a matter of fact, i probably won't. with one or two exceptions... but, then again, that's a different story.

positivity just oozes out of me sometimes, and the pessimist in me gets a little naseuous over it. but if you think positively, positive things happen. it's just how the world must work.

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its taken me this long to get over my holiday. and even now i'm still a bit bitter. well, bitter isn't actually the word i'd use in this situation. more like (and i think i've already said this) disenchanted, and not only because of the convention in itself. but that's a thought i have yet to sort through on my many hours of quiet reflection (commonly known as 'spacing out') to get to the bottom of my dilly of a pickle.


i'd just like to throw it out there that i love fight club. i must must must go out and purchase this book. tyler durden is a godsend. brad pitt isn't too shabby himself.


summer is finally coming into its own. i was so focused on making enough money for my holiday before i left that i wasn't fully appreciating the slow pace of summer time. now that i'm back i'm definitely taking advantage of the dog days of summer. but my summer is quickly drawing to a close, which is soo upsetting. i've never been more upset to go back to school as i am this year. i'm not sure what it is, a combination of the truly interesting individuals i've met this year or the things that i planned to do but never actually got around to doing. there's a lot of unfinished business and i'll be damned if school stops me from doing these things.

i get the threats all the time that 'this is your last chance at starting over' since this is my third year of starting over at a new school. but i'm taking it in stride because i'm confident enough to feel that i won't get bogged down by school this time. i'm truly confident in myself to say that i won't struggle to get up in the morning because i hate my choice. this is something i can sink my teeth into, something that i'm passionate about, not something that i thought i was passionate about. i've always held back on this, thinking that something i did as a hobby shouldn't become my career because then i'll lose the fun of it. but having taken the slow road towards it, i'm thinking that if i enjoy it, i'll never lose the thrill of sitting down and hashing out my thoughts on paper or on my keyboard. i read things that other people have written and it makes me feel so at home-- i see that they've put thought into what they've said, they've provided a background. they've made the right choice of words and diction, and the pieces flow like water through my inner monologue.
in short, i've never been more excited to start again. i know i said this last year, but i had my doubts. this time, i'm all for it. i'm just going to throw myself into it, forget about the drama that i know will surround it, the teachers i'll grow to like or dislike and the fact that everyone i know and their dog goes to the same school. i don't have to talk to them. and as a matter of fact, i probably won't. with one or two exceptions... but, then again, that's a different story.

positivity just oozes out of me sometimes, and the pessimist in me gets a little naseuous over it. but if you think positively, positive things happen. it's just how the world must work.