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January 13th, 2010
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FRIEND, T.O!!!
Finally old enough to be called an adult.
So, it's the end of my day, and I'm sitting on my bed, listening to my friend singing on youtube, and sipping on a cup of tea.
I think that volleyball is a danger to my health. Well, not so much my health as, my body being bruiseless. I don't really think that is a real word, but that is how I feel. I have bruises on my knees, my hip, my wrist, my forearm, and my shin.
Today, I realized that I go through weird, listless and somber moods and it scares my friends. I just need to be alone, and my demeanor changes from energetic and smiles to quiet and the need to be alone. I feel bad a lot of the time because people think that they did something wrong and that is never the case.
It usually happens when I had a really happy day early on, by the middle of the day, I'm depressed. And by the end of the day, I've been asked if I'm all right at least ten times.
I just feel like my life is full of balance.
If my day was full of smiles and happiness, I have to balance it out with sadness. Sometimes it's a lot. And it scares the crap out of me. I never know how long those bouts are going to last.
But I got over it by the time I got to eat cake for T.O's party.
Cause for a smile:
It's two things that are really small.
First thing. Today, at lunch, while waiting to pay for lunch, a guy let me go first because I got to the line first. The cashier usually alternates between the left and right side, and the side I was on had more people. But since I was there, the guy let me go first. The cashier even said that it was really nice of him.
The second thing happened during our hula practice today. So, there is this one guy. He isn't exactly the best dancer, but he works hard. Like he tries, and he works hard. And I like that. He'd be off by himself in the corner, dancing the songs without music, just trying to better himself. I admire that.
My parents are making their flights to come up and watch me walk soon! I'm so excited.
The countdown begins.
I think that means that I actually have to apply for graduation, right?
Right?
Finally old enough to be called an adult.
So, it's the end of my day, and I'm sitting on my bed, listening to my friend singing on youtube, and sipping on a cup of tea.
I think that volleyball is a danger to my health. Well, not so much my health as, my body being bruiseless. I don't really think that is a real word, but that is how I feel. I have bruises on my knees, my hip, my wrist, my forearm, and my shin.
Today, I realized that I go through weird, listless and somber moods and it scares my friends. I just need to be alone, and my demeanor changes from energetic and smiles to quiet and the need to be alone. I feel bad a lot of the time because people think that they did something wrong and that is never the case.
It usually happens when I had a really happy day early on, by the middle of the day, I'm depressed. And by the end of the day, I've been asked if I'm all right at least ten times.
I just feel like my life is full of balance.
If my day was full of smiles and happiness, I have to balance it out with sadness. Sometimes it's a lot. And it scares the crap out of me. I never know how long those bouts are going to last.
But I got over it by the time I got to eat cake for T.O's party.
Cause for a smile:
It's two things that are really small.
First thing. Today, at lunch, while waiting to pay for lunch, a guy let me go first because I got to the line first. The cashier usually alternates between the left and right side, and the side I was on had more people. But since I was there, the guy let me go first. The cashier even said that it was really nice of him.
The second thing happened during our hula practice today. So, there is this one guy. He isn't exactly the best dancer, but he works hard. Like he tries, and he works hard. And I like that. He'd be off by himself in the corner, dancing the songs without music, just trying to better himself. I admire that.
My parents are making their flights to come up and watch me walk soon! I'm so excited.
The countdown begins.
I think that means that I actually have to apply for graduation, right?
Right?