Finally out of words

I always tend to forget about these things as soon as I start them. I guess I just get caught up in the moment sometimes.
Either that or I'm very spacey. Which I am not denying.
But don't we all at some moment in our lives lose track of where we're going? Of what we did, what we began and what we finished? Our thoughts, our words and actions are often forgotten as we tend to veer off-course to complete something else, which more often than not joins the back-burner of things forgotten.
It's life. Things change. People choose to put behind trivial tasks and memories in an effort to make way for something new and better.
I'm going to try to do better. I'll live in the moment, but not forget things that once were. But I'll still leave room for the things that will be.

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The second post is always the hardest.
I could never do a full-scale, updated daily blog even if my life depended on it -- Darn Julie and Julia, you set too high of standards. So now the goal is to update once a week. We'll see how that goes shall we?

When it rains, it pours -- my last two weeks. Despite the fact that it did literally rain, then pour, on this very day (I have the soaked socks, slippers, jacket and jeans to attest to this), the last two weeks have been a blur of ick.

I suppose it's because I feel older than I am. Not in the whole "I've fallen and can't get up" way, but mentally. The whole college concept perplexes me. The standards of the teachers are so low, and the standards of peers are scewed.

That's why I miss high school. I understand it a lot better. It makes sense. College, it just doesn't.

I miss those moments.

Monotony

Another paper written, another car alarm going off right on cue. Another check list taken care of, only to be rewritten tomorrow as more and more tasks pile up on me. The never ending pile of "things to do," "homework," and "chores." Then we place this cycle on repeat, sprinkle in a few idiots, and there you have my Monday in a nutshell. Plus a little laundry of course.
College living. It's not really what I expected -- what any of us really expect. We're told that these times are "the best times of your life," but these times are just what I expected. I find myself frazzled, annoyed, and alone. The people have settled by now into the routine of homework and drinking -- because that's all people do here. Party and drink. Get high. Drink. Pass out. Repeat.
I find myself alone. But so proud of being alone in this respect. I'd rather stand alone then to conform to the ideals here.
I miss home.
My friends.
My life.
But at least I still have my dignity.