Shoot me, it was a Twitter trending topic... And there's still 10 hours to go until 2010 where I am.

Memories of 1999:

1. My first Richmond Ballet Nutcracker experience. I was mouse #2, one of two mice starting onstage, hiding behind the couch. Cast B. We did closing night at the Carpenter Center. Kate Robertson was my Clara.

2. I treated one of my ( Read more... )

Ahh, I've been meaning to get all my thoughts down into a blog (or several blogs), but I just haven't had TIME. Uni work has  been coming hard and fast and I'm at its heels trying to keep up. I will eventually get it all down, but right now it doesn't look like it'll be anytime before December 18th (when I have my last exam).... Haha...

I'm starting to think I'm a bit of a weirdo (read: "You were always a weirdo, Phoebs").

I had the craziest dream last night and when I half-woke up I told myself that I would write about it later. But then I fell back asleep and when I woke up for real I forgot what the dream was about. The effects were still there; I knew I had reacted strongly to ( Read more... )

I promised myself that I would read up on a little physics before heading off to uni, but honestly, I don't think it's going to happen. Despite hearing from everyone that physics is one of the hardest classes for first-year life sciences majors and knowing that I will be at a definite disadvantage having not taken it in IB, I don't seem to be ( Read more... )

I've never had a boyfriend before ( Read more... )

My words have dried up. I seem to no longer find anything remotely interesting in my life. Life is fine, but not inspiring. Any exhilaration I can hope to experience is invested in absurd and extravagant dreams that I don't intend on realizing ( Read more... )

I'm disappointed in myself. I am ( Read more... )

I feel like I'm being tied down. Held back by everyone around me ( Read more... )

I feel like I should be writing. Something. ANYTHING.
 But I'm afraid my words have dried up...

In other news...

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There's a part of me that wants to cherish the moments I have now, because after four years I know that I came out with a lot more than I expected I would get.

Another part of me knows that it will pass and just wants to move on. I feel somehow bound to people, though. Like I owe them the obligation of not just "moving on."

Honestly?

I just want to ( Read more... )