I must have had one too many dews...

Well,
I believe that I have either passed out from a Mt. Dew Overdose... or... I am truly FREE!!! I have finally accomplished what I would have thought unaccomplishable a year ago. Is that even a word?? Anywho... I have managed to complete my first year of college!!! WOO HOO!!!
I am going to go home, watch little kids, write a book, learn German, and hopefully build a room in the basement for myself. I probably have more on my plate than I should. But you know what??? I don't think I really have much to worry about. Because, I'm finally home.

The End is Forthcoming

I find myself once again glancing at my last post with fond memory of that eventful evening. I accomplished the impossible and did quite well. Amazing the power one can maintain over one's will if one will but only try.

I had hoped that this blog entry would come on a more positive note than what it is arriving on, but from the title the reader can derive that the end is nigh. I have little hope for the future except that it is almost ended. I cannot help but revel in the well being I feel at the thought of quitting the monotony of life I currently find myself in. NO more will I feel trampled on by the rampaging elephants of projects, papers, and plans. I have loaded my elephant gun and have met my problems face on. That is probably the main reason I look the way I do. Enough about all that. There are only seven more days of horrible punishment and then I shall be free. I shall triumph.

I shall retire to the boring monotony of summer. I hope this does not sadden you, for it fills my heart with ecstasy.

Another Day... another dodging how I feel

Groaning has never been an activity I've taken to heart until now. I thought it was an awful past time to moan about the brevity of one's state. I've changed my mind. I feel like groaning and moaning until the cows roost and my cart hatches before my duck. I wish that I were able to skip my life until tomorrow at about one o'clock. Too bad those stupid clocks aren't able to fast forward. They say that you should enjoy each moment of your life, but I have a hard time enjoying life when I have to play the piano in front of several dozens of people. *Groan*
Oh well, there isn't a blessed thing I can do about it... at least not a thing I would like to do about it. If I don't do it now, I will just have to do it later. *GROAN*

Oh, Boy

Sometimes, when life is going the smoothest, you hit a sharp right turn that had no warning signs. Veering, you careen crazily until you finally come to an abrupt stop--thanks to a tree. The tree doesn't total your car, but you're trapped because for some reason you can't get your car to go into reverse. Realizing that you have no other options you decide to get out of your car and observe the scene from a broader viewpoint. Tactical maneuver driver, but how on earth do you suppose that will do you any good when you have somehow managed--only the Lord knows how--to drive safely through a forest up until this tree?
If this story means nothing to you, it is due in part to the fact that you have no clue the type of personality I have. Despite this small problem, this is a story that could apply to life, and in a way does... to mine of course. This is MY blog you would think I would have something to do with it.
I'm driving along only hitting minor speed bumps in the friend/relationship department, when I discover that someone has unknowingly removed the sign that warns me about the sharp right turn. I careen, I crash, I am stuck. Backpedaling at this point is not an option and so therefore dear readers--whomever you may be--I am stuck with a decision. Do I attempt to work my way around this tree and hopefully get back on course? Or do I realize that this tree is something that was necessary for some reason? I may have needed to hit this tree to realize that I was flying past important landmarks or milestones in my life. Maybe there's a friendship that would be better if it were stronger... I DON'T KNOW!!!
Sometimes I think the only one who understands me even remotely is my mother, but even she is no help. *Sigh*. . . Maybe I'll just go to bed and hopefully the tree thing will all be a dream

The Oddity of it All

Strange things have been happening on campus lately. People just wander aimlessly around looking for who knows what, and teachers let students out of class early. I've noticed that this happens any time the sun shines. I'm beginning to think there's a connection... hm. For instance, just today a friend asked me to eat outside with her. I was more than willing to, but the moment I stepped outside an urge to act totally wacko sprung upon me. Before you know it, I was throwing french fries at people and laughing like a maniac. The birds were singing the sun was shining and Steve was putting honey mustard in my hair. I really have to wonder about that Steve fellow sometimes. Anyway, I thought I would describe the ailments... see if anyone had any clue what caused this berserk behavior.

The Sleepless Wonder

I have to say... when I get eight hours of sleep a night, and I'm still fighting the droopy eyelids... I start getting depressed. I mean seriously... how much sleep does my body need? It's not like I'm depriving it! Ugh... I think if I go to bed at eight one night that might do it. Then I'll be up at the crack of dawn wide eyed and bushy tailed. That doesn't sound very appealing. I was in class today, and I almost fell asleep... sigh. It's going to happen one of these days. It did to one of my friends, and she ended up sleeping through an entire math test! That's going to probably happen to me on one of my difficult Bible tests... That would be brilliant eh?

Mysterious Clocks

I've begun to wonder if there really is such a thing as passing of time. I sit at my desk and look around at the other people stuck in the same monotony as myself. Day in and day I wake up, eat, go to class, eat, go to work, eat, go to bed. The routine doesn't fancy itself a change, and I don't fancy myself to change it. Something odd happened the other day though, to break up the monotony slightly. For starters, I had an off week due to the fact that we'd been on glorious break for a grand total of three days--not counting the weekend. Add to that a dose of no one being back yet, and bored to tears and you have a cranky person. When I returned to work after break, I was sitting spinning in my chair (hopefully no one saw me) when I noticed one clock that said it was 10:30. I spun my chair in the other direction--seeing as we have two clocks on parallel sides of the room--and observed the time to be 2:30. Knowing that my shift started at 1:00, and that it was still light out... I quickly deduced that someone had fiddled with the clocks in an attempt to make time move faster... too bad it was just malfunctioning batteries. *Sigh*