Currently, my life is (fill-in-blank)…

amazing/scary/strange/exciting/weird/heartbreaking/hopeful…

I am super proud of my accomplishments. I was placed on the top 20% of students at Ashford University based on my overall Grade Point Average (GPA), which is a 3.8GPA! I was put into Alpha Sigma Lambda (ASL) National Honor Society (again, solely based on grades–which is fine by me; that makes it that much more credible in my eyes)–obviously the Alpha Lambda chapter at Ashford University.

I amĀ  disappointed that it is not a good time for me to visit California again (not what was said, but what I understood). Since the tickets were 50% off, I am happy to be going to visit Danny in Colorado. I realized the other day that Danny & I have been in each others life (however sporadically) since we were wild (him) and crazy (him…and me) kids; everyone thought I was insane for liking him so much; they thought it would never last. Well, they were right, but we are still good friends…(almost) 15 YEARS LATER!

My creativity is best expressed when…

when I am angry/hurt by a romantic relationship. The physical act of writing is what would help me the most, I’ve decided. Now that physically writing is somewhat cumbersome for me, I have to type. Typing does not really have the same catharsis that the physical act of writing did for me. And I no longer allow the drama to enter my life. It is so flippin’ difficult for me to express myself if I am happy.

Typical.

Why is it when some people get what they want…interest suddenly fades? We subconsciously enjoy the dream, and when we are suddenly faced with the possibility of having that dream realized…we freak out and think it was never what we wanted. Yeah…I’m talkin’ to you.