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Wow, I haven't posted on here in forever. (I always say that when I look at my journal.) I couldn't even finish that "20 days of Deathly Hallows" meme because I got sick.
Anyways, it's been an interesting year. "Interesting" is about the nicest way I can describe it, I think. I graduated high school in June 2010 but I lost friends. That happened a year ago that they started acting weird around me, but it feels like time went by so fast, which is surprising because each day of this past summer seemed to drag on. I guess time is molasses when you're bored. I waited everyday for something fun, I didn't have my license or my car at that point. I feel very lucky to have those now.
But, I kept the friends that actually mattered, so that's really important. The friends that stayed with me because they know who I am.
I wonder why the year felt so quick though, looking back on it? Maybe it's because of college, classes last for only a semester instead of nine months. I really do like college, I like not having to wake up at 6am everyday, and it doesn't feel like so much filler work.
I didn't have very many classes my first semester, so I was extremely bored. Near the end of that nine months, from graduation until the end of the first semester, I thought "I should try writing." It was one of those "God, I should've been doing this before, I am a complete moron" moments. I bits of stories and poetry just floating in my head like pieces of long-gone explosions. I had wanted to write during school, but I felt like I never had the time, or I was too exhausted from waking up at 6am and being stuck in school for seven hours a day. It was so obvious that I should write now that I had so much time.
So, I tried and it came out in trickles at first. I felt like I had nothing to say; I censor myself too much. I'm trying to be more articulate now, but I still feel clumsy. It reminds me of when I was a kid and I'd throw myself on the floor and scream if I was upset. My mom had to explain to me that I needed to say how I feel, because then people around me would understand me better. That's what I'm trying to do now with my writing, to really write in my own voice.
Anyways, it's been an interesting year. "Interesting" is about the nicest way I can describe it, I think. I graduated high school in June 2010 but I lost friends. That happened a year ago that they started acting weird around me, but it feels like time went by so fast, which is surprising because each day of this past summer seemed to drag on. I guess time is molasses when you're bored. I waited everyday for something fun, I didn't have my license or my car at that point. I feel very lucky to have those now.
But, I kept the friends that actually mattered, so that's really important. The friends that stayed with me because they know who I am.
I wonder why the year felt so quick though, looking back on it? Maybe it's because of college, classes last for only a semester instead of nine months. I really do like college, I like not having to wake up at 6am everyday, and it doesn't feel like so much filler work.
I didn't have very many classes my first semester, so I was extremely bored. Near the end of that nine months, from graduation until the end of the first semester, I thought "I should try writing." It was one of those "God, I should've been doing this before, I am a complete moron" moments. I bits of stories and poetry just floating in my head like pieces of long-gone explosions. I had wanted to write during school, but I felt like I never had the time, or I was too exhausted from waking up at 6am and being stuck in school for seven hours a day. It was so obvious that I should write now that I had so much time.
So, I tried and it came out in trickles at first. I felt like I had nothing to say; I censor myself too much. I'm trying to be more articulate now, but I still feel clumsy. It reminds me of when I was a kid and I'd throw myself on the floor and scream if I was upset. My mom had to explain to me that I needed to say how I feel, because then people around me would understand me better. That's what I'm trying to do now with my writing, to really write in my own voice.