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dauntperplexity) wrote2010-01-12 10:04 pm
dauntperplexity) wrote2010-01-12 10:04 pm
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January 12th, 2010
HAPPY 14TH BIRTHDAY TO MY COUSIN, KSC!
I'm sorry I couldn't be there to celebrate with you and the family, love. But I hope that you had a good one.
So, I've come to the realization that I really really really dislike texting. I mean, I was okay when we didn't have texting in our cell phone plan because I honestly enjoy talking to people on the phone and hearing their voices. I don't use my minutes anyway.
But the real reason that I dislike texting so much is because my little brother. He finally got a cell phone and learned how to text. But now, he texts me now instead of calls me every night. I'm restricted to reading instead of listening. I miss the sound of his voice. I know it's sad, and a little pathetic on my part, but it's true.
IT SUCKS!
But what can I do?
I have a really nice bruise on my knee from hula and volleyball yesterday. It's about the size of two quarters put next to each other. A nice shade of red, purple, and greenish-blue.
I watched American Idol today. It was the first episode, so there were a bunch of auditions. I got some good laughs while watching with my friend CS. As bad as some auditions were, I had to change the channel because I can't stand to watch people make a fool out of themselves.
But I also got to thinking. There were people there auditions that were 16 years old and they were really talented. I wondered what I was good at when I was 16. For a second, I felt like I hadn't really accomplished anything. But then I realized that a lot of those people were either desperate, or just following their 'dreams'. But what if they were in for a rude awakening?
The fear is always there.
Am I brave enough to go after that dream.
I'm still trying to figure out what I want to do with my life. Writer? Pharmacist? (See what I put down first?) But it's hard. Motivation is needed.
I just need to think about it...
Cause for a smile:
I have some inspiration to write. I mean, I'm trying to hold it off for awhile so that I can get through my week of class and just write for two weeks, but it's hard. I actually skipped volleyball today because I was inspired. It's been happening a lot more recently, and I'm not sure if it's a good or a bad thing.
Good because I love to write.
Bad because it can easily distract me from school and other things.
*Sigh*
I guess I should get back to brainstorming a story and hope that it will hold me off until Friday.
I'm sorry I couldn't be there to celebrate with you and the family, love. But I hope that you had a good one.
So, I've come to the realization that I really really really dislike texting. I mean, I was okay when we didn't have texting in our cell phone plan because I honestly enjoy talking to people on the phone and hearing their voices. I don't use my minutes anyway.
But the real reason that I dislike texting so much is because my little brother. He finally got a cell phone and learned how to text. But now, he texts me now instead of calls me every night. I'm restricted to reading instead of listening. I miss the sound of his voice. I know it's sad, and a little pathetic on my part, but it's true.
IT SUCKS!
But what can I do?
I have a really nice bruise on my knee from hula and volleyball yesterday. It's about the size of two quarters put next to each other. A nice shade of red, purple, and greenish-blue.
I watched American Idol today. It was the first episode, so there were a bunch of auditions. I got some good laughs while watching with my friend CS. As bad as some auditions were, I had to change the channel because I can't stand to watch people make a fool out of themselves.
But I also got to thinking. There were people there auditions that were 16 years old and they were really talented. I wondered what I was good at when I was 16. For a second, I felt like I hadn't really accomplished anything. But then I realized that a lot of those people were either desperate, or just following their 'dreams'. But what if they were in for a rude awakening?
The fear is always there.
Am I brave enough to go after that dream.
I'm still trying to figure out what I want to do with my life. Writer? Pharmacist? (See what I put down first?) But it's hard. Motivation is needed.
I just need to think about it...
Cause for a smile:
I have some inspiration to write. I mean, I'm trying to hold it off for awhile so that I can get through my week of class and just write for two weeks, but it's hard. I actually skipped volleyball today because I was inspired. It's been happening a lot more recently, and I'm not sure if it's a good or a bad thing.
Good because I love to write.
Bad because it can easily distract me from school and other things.
*Sigh*
I guess I should get back to brainstorming a story and hope that it will hold me off until Friday.