I hate that I'm crazy sometimes..

My Life. In Short.

Today, I am stressed. So far this week, I have made over 90 cupcakes- frosted and baked-, hot glued over magnets onto 300 Scrabble tiles, planned a wedding shower, made five felt flowers, taken three quizzes, a test, planned a student appreciation day, slowly watched my sanity flee from me, and on top of all of this, I've attempted to establish a love life for myself.

It's only Wednesday.

When I look at the stars, I see someone else.

Got Friends?

So there are some days in my life when I feel as if I have no friends. Its not necessarily because I am being neglected by the friends I do have, or lack there of, but simply because the feeling creeps up on me like a rabid squirrel on the sidewalk. For some strange reason, I will be sitting in my room, class, or, heck, practically anywhere in the world (and I mean that quite literally) and get pelted with the aching feeling that "nobody likes me, everybody hates me." Then I sit and sulk about all the "bad" things in my life and over analyze everything that people do and say to me. However, today was not one of those silly days.

Last week was my birthday and in celebration of it my friend Chad decided to send me a package in the mail. Now, if you know me at all, you know that I LOVE receiving things in the mail. It could be a bill for school and I would still jump for joy because the letter was addressed to me. So I was extremely elated when I got a package slip in my dorm mailbox today. I then went to the mail room, asked for my coveted treasure, and opened it as soon as possible. There were a bunch of goodies in it, including a nice two page letter, written by my comrade. Unfortunately I had quite the busy day and couldn't read it on the spot, but when I did, I was elated. I won't go into detail, but lets just say I am thankful for wonderful friends who take the time to care about my life in general. Especially those that write me two page letters with a mix CD to go with it.

"Good friends are like the wind. You may not be able to see them at the moment, but they can move you even from far away."- Me, myself & I

Thoughts Formed by Watson

Today I woke up early. I went to my first two classes and am now in my last class of the day. As I'm not paying attention to what our instructor in saying, for that matter, what anyone is saying... I did catch one of my fellow students comment that writers always think about what they are writing. I, however, slightly disagree with that. I find that whenever I write (not to deem myself so quickly as a write, per say) I find that there is an absence of thought. Whenever I write anything, it is usually on a whim or very spontaneous. For instance, I haven't written a blog in.... several weeks, and yet here I am, on a whim, spontaneously writing this blog for few of you to see. I feel that some passion, some eloquence can, in fact, be produced by the absence of thought. This is merely a new theory that I have come up with within the last... oh... 10 seconds, but I believe that it is a valid one. Sometimes thought, at least the process of thought, can be so cumbersome to one's artistic adventures.