"Let's Get These Teen Hearts Beating Faster..."

Oh, I can see this becoming an addiction much too quickly...

Today is shaping up beautifully. I survived the freshman triple. I want a t-shirt saying something to that effect. No eight o'clock class allowed me to get sleep - it was kind of nice and reaffirmed my beliefs that I should never take a class that early ever again - I've done my time with one every day this semester. In my defense, I only missed 4, and two were in connection with my grandma passing away. All in all a pretty good record. We'll see if the test I get back tomorrow confirms that. I'm not thinking about that now though - it's out of my hands. Much time spent at the Masque table today - I wish I'd had more time for that this year; I do love those kids (and I should be shot for using a semi-colon in a journal entry). Volpe's class was cut significantly short - no complaints there. Soon its off for kissing and petting on the Quad. Yes, it's something I enjoy. What can I say? I'm a sucker for little animals. Breakfast for dinner tonight, followed by Improv and the "We Hate Boys" Night. It reminds me of my MSA ladies from freshman year...it's been too long.

And tomorrow - formal.

I'm absolutely thrilled. And that's without knowing the intricacies. To quote Dane Cook "I've just gotta dance." Looking back, it has been a long, long month. I'm not typically one for self pity (somewhat contrary to popular belief, I think), but I'd think the objective person would put me in the category of having had a pretty crappy April. So tomorrow, it's over. I made it through a year of college. Most importantly, I stayed fairly true to myself the entire time - nothing got done that I didn't want to see happen. If the person I was a year ago looked at me now, I think they'd be proud of the relative consistancy. Likewise, I think if the person I am a year from now looks back, they, too, will be satisfied with the progress made. I don't know how many people can say that. I'm single and happy - over two boys, two relationships - but content with what I learned from each. No regrets, which is a big deal for me - I'm usually one to dwell. So I deserve to dance. For hours. No questions, no reservations...

...just dance.

"At least it's not filled with cancer..."

The wise words of Elise...not in reference to this journal, but it sounded good.

So I've crossed over. Under peer pressure from assorted individuals and the fact that my time writing for La Salle's website is over, I'm leaving xanga and writing here instead. I figure I'll keep my other journal for those time-consuming quizes and survey results that come in handy when procrastinating. That said, expect nothing too profound or entertaining - just me rambling about my days. If that doesn't work for you...screw you (not really though - that's mean)

I absolutely can not believe freshman year is almost over. It's kind of hard to put into words how I feel right now about it. I feel like the year absolutely flew by, like everyone else. At the same time, though, it seems like I've been here forever. Not that I can't remember high school, but it's like that time in my life is so far removed - recall that it's only been a year. That's kind of frightening when you think about it - one year out and they're already "the good ol' days"? Life moves fast - thank you Ferris Bueller. This has been bothering me for awhile now. I turned 19 a month ago and do you know what stuck out to me? The songs that sang about 18 year olds would never be about me again (see Maroon 5 "She Will Be Loved" or Brand New "Soco Amaretto Lim") For some reason this always really upsets me..."Sixteen Candles" "Dancing Queen" ('young and sweet, only 17')...you don't ever get those back. Such a trivial thing to be bothered by, I know - but it's so final. And changing the words doesn't cut it - I tried. For now, all I can think of with 19 is Nelly "Ride Wit Me"...'she can be 18, 18 with an attitude or 19 kinda snotty actin' real rude'...yeah, that's attractive...

Such an uplifiting first post...hopefully Elise is still right.