shout-out

because i know she loves attention & recognition & mostly because i think she's absolutely wonderful: happy birthday to katy kownacki today (& thank you for being such a fantastic & influential role model/teacher-friend for me for the past 2 (3?) years :] )

ps: 29 is definitely not old

"take your time coming home"

i think i'm finally becoming a person.

i don't know what happened, how it happened, or even exactly when. but i've been overwhelmed with this incedible sense of purpose, confidence, direction the entire time since i've come back to school (okay so maybe that answers the when).

it's amazing:

-my room is organized (i'm not a traditionally organized person)

-i'm eating healthy (i've actually cut soda & junk food out of my diet [okay except for that cupcake last night but that was an exception] & have lost six pounds since coming to school)

-i have more work to do than ever this semester but i'm handling it well & for the first time in my life i'm truly studious (i had all my homework done for the week by wednesday!)

the most exciting part is how confident i am in my future career choice.

since 7th grade i've known two things: i love English & i want to be a teacher. since 10th grade i've known two more things: i love literature & i want to be an English teacher.

but i'm kinda starting to understand why. i really love helping people. i love being the behind the scenes person who can influence a person's life. this sounds painfully cheesy and i'm sure of the 4,099876,0978765,097865875 students i'll ever have i'll maybe actually have an impact on like 1.2 of them, but the possibility is thrilling. we've just read "push" in my adolescent literature class and it's confirmed something else i strongly believe--everyone deserves a chance because you truly have no idea the truth of anyone's life.

also i really just need to express: i fucking love keats. we've read so many keats poems in the past two semesters (engl 310--thank you dr L--& engl 397 --thank you dr M) & the wonderful thing is i get it. & also that the jason segel lookalike/actalike in my brit lit class thinks i'm wonderfully brilliant so that's always a plus! :)

i'll be here awhile

sooo friday i went to the 311/offspring/pepper concert at nissan pavillion (no, i refuse to call it "jiffy lube live" ...that just sounds disturbing) & had a dandy time.

[open bracket: i apologize for my blogpost title. i'm pretty sure 311 never played that song, it's just my favorite of theirs. and by pretty sure i mean i don't recall them playing it but then again i don't remember i lot. cough. cough. close bracket]

this post will be short & sweet because i'm presently immersed in stieg larsson's "the girl who played with fire" (i seriously can't put it down) but felt obligated to post a more uplifting blog entry (apologies for the recent bummer posts, people, i'll pep it up i promise!)

but basically i just need to report:

-i crowd surfed for the first time

&

this resulted in two things:

1) i lost my sick sunglasses i just bought at charming charlie's. i'm quite distressed.

2) i almost died. but seriously, i was dropped on my head, i'm really astounded i survived.

-we got into the pit fo free. that's right. snuck our way in. sweet-talked the gate guards. etc. i have the wristband to prove it. FTW

-a man who is a legitimate felon tried to pick me up with the following pick-up line:

"hey girl. i just got out of prison & was really upset about it....til i saw you."

WHAT ?? NO WAY DID THAT ACTUALLY HAPPEN

except it did. tops the list of fantastically absurd pick-up lines. end of story.

- 311 really wasn't that great. i missed pepper. but the offspring was fantasmic. i'd see them again & again & again

so....i had an amazing friday :)

funkytown

i really need to get out of this funk.

i'm gonna try this whole thing where if something isn't making me happy it's gone--peaaace.

confessions

i blame everything going wrong/that makes me unhappy (and i'm pretty fucking unhappy) in my life on the fact that i didn't get in virginia. if i were a student there, i'd be happier for multiple reasons: i might feel more valuable and indispensable to S, i'd be doing better in rowing, i'd have closer friendships, i'd be closer to home, my family would like me better and be more proud of me, my grandparents would probably like me better, i'd have higher self-esteem, i'd be more successful in life etc, etc. i can't get it out of my head. i'm obsessed with uva. i'm desperate to go there and be a part of that collegiate community. it's sick. sorry.