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Yearbook Entry to Myself
Jun. 1st, 2005 02:09 pmHmmmmmm....a lot's been going on lately. I feel like talking about it.
We're getting ready to sell our house, and move into one that's smaller and cheaper to maintain, but still in the area. Consequently, I basically had to take everything out of my room, box it up,and move my bed and dresser downstairs. It's kinda stressful. For a while there, I was being sad, because it felt a bit like being kicked out of the house. But meh, I'll get used to it. I still need to repack my books, technically.
As a result of all the preparations for moving (cleaning carpets, fixing windows and showers and getting new [wood-pattern] linoleum in the bathrooms, Dad came up from Virginia to help out, and move a few things of his out. And wow. Mom and Dad are being pretty civil to eachother. They're not quite as bitter about who gets what, and who's paying for what, and jobs and all that other stuff. I mean, my two now-divorced parents, sitting down, drinking their coffee and chatting it up like I don't think I've seen them do married in years! How cool is that? I'm exagerrating a bit, but, given what I've seen in the last two years, that's pretty cool.
I'm graduating tomorrow. Onto college. Wow. Oh wow. Like I signed in all the yearbooks, it's kinda surreal. High school feels like it will last forever, until it's over. I didn't find myself getting too excited about it, because I have a lot of underclass friends, and I'm gonna miss them. But since I decided to take the (Full Ride! Full Ride!) scholarship at the local college, BSU, it's gonna be a bit easier to stay in touch. And there will always be anime club. Mmmm, anime club. I hope I don't have to schedule some class on thursday afternoons. Thursdays are sacred. ^.=.^
I'm going to be in Virginia for two weeks, my dad's birthday and the one immediately proceeding that. As a result, I won't be in town to celebrate my birthday with my friends--on time, on the 1st, at least. However, I might celebrate it with Chris. And that will be good. Yes.
Indeed. He and I had a talk earlier today, you see. We ended up exposing a few issues that had been hanging over us (pretty much without the other's awareness) from the last time we were together, spring break. It is a good thing to be honest about the way one's Significant Other makes one feel. Especially if said feelings are enjoyable and positive ones. I'm looking forward to our phone call tonight.
So....thoughts on the year?
I've had regrets--never did a lot of things I really wanted to, felt like I just coasted through a lot of the time. But that's like the other think I've written in people's yearbooks---Everyday is the same, unless you make it different.
I've had some good times--egads. New friends, connections I thought I'd never make with old friends, Spring Break with Chris, Chris in general, Huntington Beach with Dad, "Prom Night" spent at home--online--becoming Coro's friend. Now that I think back, I've done a heck of a lot. Some of it just seems so far away, but it was just eight months, six months, or three, or a week ago. But how close or how far away something is, well, that's a matter of perception. Everything is a matter of perception.
Everyday is the same, unless you make it different.
We're getting ready to sell our house, and move into one that's smaller and cheaper to maintain, but still in the area. Consequently, I basically had to take everything out of my room, box it up,and move my bed and dresser downstairs. It's kinda stressful. For a while there, I was being sad, because it felt a bit like being kicked out of the house. But meh, I'll get used to it. I still need to repack my books, technically.
As a result of all the preparations for moving (cleaning carpets, fixing windows and showers and getting new [wood-pattern] linoleum in the bathrooms, Dad came up from Virginia to help out, and move a few things of his out. And wow. Mom and Dad are being pretty civil to eachother. They're not quite as bitter about who gets what, and who's paying for what, and jobs and all that other stuff. I mean, my two now-divorced parents, sitting down, drinking their coffee and chatting it up like I don't think I've seen them do married in years! How cool is that? I'm exagerrating a bit, but, given what I've seen in the last two years, that's pretty cool.
I'm graduating tomorrow. Onto college. Wow. Oh wow. Like I signed in all the yearbooks, it's kinda surreal. High school feels like it will last forever, until it's over. I didn't find myself getting too excited about it, because I have a lot of underclass friends, and I'm gonna miss them. But since I decided to take the (Full Ride! Full Ride!) scholarship at the local college, BSU, it's gonna be a bit easier to stay in touch. And there will always be anime club. Mmmm, anime club. I hope I don't have to schedule some class on thursday afternoons. Thursdays are sacred. ^.=.^
I'm going to be in Virginia for two weeks, my dad's birthday and the one immediately proceeding that. As a result, I won't be in town to celebrate my birthday with my friends--on time, on the 1st, at least. However, I might celebrate it with Chris. And that will be good. Yes.
Indeed. He and I had a talk earlier today, you see. We ended up exposing a few issues that had been hanging over us (pretty much without the other's awareness) from the last time we were together, spring break. It is a good thing to be honest about the way one's Significant Other makes one feel. Especially if said feelings are enjoyable and positive ones. I'm looking forward to our phone call tonight.
So....thoughts on the year?
I've had regrets--never did a lot of things I really wanted to, felt like I just coasted through a lot of the time. But that's like the other think I've written in people's yearbooks---Everyday is the same, unless you make it different.
I've had some good times--egads. New friends, connections I thought I'd never make with old friends, Spring Break with Chris, Chris in general, Huntington Beach with Dad, "Prom Night" spent at home--online--becoming Coro's friend. Now that I think back, I've done a heck of a lot. Some of it just seems so far away, but it was just eight months, six months, or three, or a week ago. But how close or how far away something is, well, that's a matter of perception. Everything is a matter of perception.
Everyday is the same, unless you make it different.
