I’m twenty-two today. Seems a bit weird….
This year has definitely been an adventure. I’ve tried new things, had some good days, some bad and I’m getting ready to graduate.
My family treated me to dinner the other night which was really fun. I was getting a bit home sick honestly, and just getting to spend time with my family was nice. I finally get to head home for Easter.
Being twenty-one was fun…but I’m home twenty-two will be less stressful. I’d definitely say that the start of your twenties is pretty rocky but that’s usually how transitions are. I’m definitely trying to take my time growing up. I’m not in any rush to be a full fledged “adult” yet…but I know I’m not a kid anymore. I’m going to try and enjoy whatever comes my way this year.
This is all new to me, so I guess its normal to feel a little nervous and sometimes even a bit insecure. However, I want you to know that whenever we hang out you make me feel calm, and happy and I feel like I can be myself around you.
Thank you for being my friend.
…my blogs starting to sound like a journal or something.
Sorry for posting this on a blog that you don’t know I have…I’ll tell you in person someday. You really are a great friend. P.S I’m going to call you R2 from now on. It’s just too perfect! I’m gonna go laugh like a total dork now and hope no one hears me!
…That was evil sounding. O.O
It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything, so I’d like to begin this post by apologizing for that. I was really hammered with assignments for school. I’m on break now so thankfully I’m able to focus on my personal projects again.
I’ve got a short story that I’d love to share with all of you. It’s the first one that I’ve written other than a children’s book that I find decent, however it’s currently being marked so I can’t share it until I’ve received it back. I don’t want my professor to think I took it from someone named Orion, even though we’re the same person.
I was extremely shocked by the way my story turned out. Some of my YA fiction contains scenes with violence but my short story had an intense amount of it. I’ve never written a story like this before. It’s slightly creepy and slightly exciting all at the same time. If I look at it one way, it means that I’ve grown as a writer…look at it the other way and it means that I might have some deep dark aggression buried within me. Either way…shocked by the result.
I’m also hoping that I’ll be able to get lots of work in on my series that I’d like to post online throughout the week. I’d like to include pictures with the story, and if I’m lucky I’ll have it up by the end of the month. It needs a lot of work though, so I don’t want to make any promises. I’d really like to finish the first section of the story before I go back to school though. Once it gets closer to exams I’m going to have to manage my time better.
It’s getting late and I’d like to get a bit of work in before I fall asleep. I’ll blog again real soon!
I want to sing you a song
To make your pain go away
But my lips are dry
And my throat is tight.
I want to hold you up
I want to keep you safe
But my arms are weak.
Little mouse so meek.
Wish I knew what to do
I wish I knew what to say
But when I try something
It feels like nothing.
Don’t want my heart to break
Don’t want to make a mistake
Before you go away.
Please, don’t go away.
Stay another day.
Stay another day.
For Nana and Granddad.
You’ve always filled my world with wonder.
Please give me the chance to return the favour.
I hope everyone enjoyed their weekend.
So I completed that story I had to write for class this week. I read it yesterday and my class seemed to find it really funny, which was good.
Originally I was trying to be very serious with my story…and then I got extremely frustrated and kept scrapping every version of it I wrote. I rewrote it 4 times…yah….
Then Thursday came and I had nothing done. I was freaking out on my way to my first class this morning. Then I was late to class because I went to one building on campus and realized then that my class was in a building off campus. So I had to take the bus to my class, but my professor didn’t comment on my being late and I didn’t interrupt the discussion or anything…thank God.
So after class I went home and had lunch right? And then I went to my next class….
And then I came home and was like “Yah I’m gonna write this thing. I’ve got two hours before my next class.” I got to my apartment and I realized that I had lost my key. HOORAY! So I texted my roommates and rang on the doorbell just in case they were around. Both of them happened to be out and wouldn’t be back for several hours…yay!
I decided the best thing to do was to wander around until my next class and then try to find my key after the class was over. So my dad suggested I spend the two hours trying to write something for my class.
Maybe it was because I was extremely stressed out? I’m not really sure…but I managed to actually write something that I could smile about. I didn’t get to finish it before class but after class my roommate let me into the apartment and I worked on my story until it was finished. I met all the requirements that I was given and I was a happy camper…but I was extremely hungry from walking around all day because before I wrote my story I searched the entire campus for my key.
Anyway, I finished the story that was stressing my out! My class laughed pretty hard because at the end of the story my character was extremely hungry and decided to make a sandwich. Which is what I did when I finished writing it. Instead of doing a very serious story, I wrote a comedy to relieve my stress.
So yah! I might post the story a little later. At the moment I’m going to go look out my window because I hear loud music…and I’ve done nothing all day. I also need to make dinner for myself. But yah!
I DID IT! Sometimes when life knocks you down…it’s so you can do something totally great and unexpected.
So I got this writing assignment last week and I was given a sort of…topic like thing…anyway I’ve been sitting around trying to think of what to write for this. I have to read it out loud for 10 minutes. Earlier I got like…6 lines on paper? I have a bunch of notes on this topic at home and on my laptop but I don’t want to use them because it just seems wrong. I won’t need to put effort into it.
But then I come up with something new and then I think “Nope…this sucks.” and it’s so frustrating.
My mind feels like it’s going in circles. I’ve had a headache two nights in a row because the deadlines coming up and I’m seriously stuck. What am I going to do? I don’t want to be like “Hi…so…I tried to write it and well haha…funny…I thought it sucked so uh…yah. How about we pretend the assignment doesn’t exist!”
I wish it didn’t exist. I wish this was a “LET’S READ SOME RANDOM POETRY” or something assignment…. I just…I’m trying too hard.
Why is this happening to me!? This is the first assignment of the year and I have another one to start as soon as I finish this one and I think I ate too much….
Why? Why? Why? Why!?
WHY!? (Insert pity party music)
Excuse me I need to go hit my head off the wall again…I’ve basically done this all day….maybe it’s the main reason as to why I have a headache…..
Tonight I’ll be seeing an author read a bit of his book. I’ve never been to one of these events before so I’m pretty excited. I’ll try to blog about it when I get home tonight but it really depends on how I’m feeling when I get home. I’ve been running around all day so I might just want to go to bed. Actually I currently want to go to bed, but because I need go out for the…what third time today? I guess I should just chill.
In other news, my classes have been excellent so far. Although I’ve only had about one of each class. It’s still been a lot of fun. I’m meeting new people, seeing familiar faces here and there. I’m going to make good memories this year. That’s my goal.
Writing wise I have a lot to do for school. I’m in a creative writing course so I’ll probably share some of the things I’ve written on here (once they’ve been marked and everything…since I use a pen name online). I realized when I moved into my apartment that I had left a chuck of my writing material at home and had only remembered to bring the two binders I had…. which kind of sucks but I’ll get them next time I’m home…or just scan them onto my computer somehow. Oh wait…I took the scanner. I can’t scan them. Well then…this will take some serious planning.
Overall my first week and a bit back at school has been excellent and I’m working to get out there and make memories. Also my apartment is really nice. I realized I’ve been here for almost three weeks…but it only feels like I’ve been here a week. I thought today was the 13th of September, but it turns out that it’s actually the 15th…according to my phone and laptop. This is why I need to put up my calendar. So I can keep track of things. At least I know what day of the week it is.
Hope everyone else is enjoy summers (probably short) comeback. I sure arm. The sun is nice. The sun is out friend. Don’t complain about the nice weather. Thank God it’s not snowing yet and when it snows, don’t complain because at least it’s not over 60 something degree’s (that’s 140 in farenheit…I Googled that for my American followers. I got you. 😛 ). Just embrace the weather…because whether or not you like it (haha see what I did there?), the weather is going to do what it wants. The weather is its own master. Unless you know…this is Sims and you used your Lifetime rewards to buy the weather changing machine.
Okay I’m going to stop talking now and eat cookies…and possibly spoil my dinner.
Enjoy your week!
The school year is grimly inching towards us–especially for those of us who have to pay for the own bills now– and I’m trying to psychologically prepare myself before I move into my first apartment…with actual roommates that I barely know.
It’s just weird. Like…whoa. I can’t even imagine what it’s going to be like. It’s one of those things you just have to experience.
Like kissing. You’ll never know until you’ve kissed someone.
I still don’t know…unless being kissed by my three-year old niece counts? Maybe I’ll save my first kiss till marriage? That sounds like a challenge. I could probably do it too. I’m not a huge fan of physical affection.
Anyway! Back to whatever it was I was blabbering about. Oh yah, apartment.
So I don’t know what I need to live in my apartment other than food. Food is required for survival. Ha, ha…okay honestly, I don’t know if there is anything I need to purchase beforehand? I’m sure my parents have some idea of what I need but I don’t got a single clue Scooby Doo.
I just hope that this year I can master making friends and that I get along well with my roommates. I think that my job has seriously helped me overcome my shyness. In the past I’ve always had a hard time approaching people but now I seem to be able to make small talk with people who I barely know. I hope that I can apply this outside of my work environment. I’ve always wished I could become more social. Last year I was extremely lonely…like extremely. That is no way to spend your first year away from home. I had a lot of friends the first month of school and then they all got busy…or just didn’t care to get together after orientation week (oh well). At least I’m someone who enjoys being alone. Although it made it extremely hard for me to work on my novel because I was feeling unmotivated due to my lack of social interaction. This year my goal is to make some really good friends. I wanna meet cool, fun, smart people. People who like to be themselves and won’t judge me because I have cartoon characters on my socks… and who won’t assume I’m an otaku because I like manga and anime. My best friend growing up is from Japan. He lives in Japan. He got me stuff from Japan. I got into anime. I picked up a few words. That’s it. I’m not an otaku. I know that being an otaku is an insult. I ain’t stupid.
I don’t know why I went on about that. This post is pretty random. I’ll end things here just to prevent anymore weirdness.
Alright, bye for now!
P.S I know that blabbering isn’t a word but it totally should be.
Last night my three year old niece decided that we should all take turns telling each other stories.
My sister said that mine were too long.
They had musical numbers….