Seriously, though can I? I posed this question to my good friend Emma today because I really need to reschedule it. I was sitting outside of Einstein's making up a calendar of the work and assignments I have going on for the next few weeks or so before finals, when it hit me. My birthday really could not come at a worse time. It is smack in the middle of speech, a research paper and a test. My birthday weekend, if it was any other weekend, should be jam-packed with studying and work but instead, I'm planning lunches and concerts to go to. It's actually starting to upset me that I have to have a weekend off instead of getting work down. So now, readers, I ask you, is it possible to reschedule a birthday?
Anyway, personal crisis (not really, but come on) aside, my week started a bit depressed with my two wonderful, beautiful amazing sisters going back to their respective places. It was Saturday night, I was laying in bed and I realized I would probably not see them until the fall and that made me incredibly sad. It sucks to have an intercontinental family (pun intended for Melanie!) But after such a fun and crazy weekend, I guess I can't complain because I am very blessed to be related to the coolest chicks on the planet.
Okay, enough bragging. So I've been getting into blogs. Several of my friends have started blogs to get their writing chops for their journalism majors and let me tell you, they're really fun. I myself have been thinking about started a non-family, non-my personal life blog. You might have noticed that the blog entries on this one have started getting exponentially longer and you have all the blogs I've been reading to thank (or blame) for that. I mentioned to my sisters this weekend that I could never be a writer because I wouldn't be satisfied unless I wrote The Great American Novel and that's true. But a blog is so different. I realize that probably no one would read it and I'd never get any notice, but there is a definite joy in writing for me and I feel such less pressure when it comes to the internet. No one is that good of a writer when it comes to an online thing (within reason) so I wouldn't have to worry so much about being the perfect writer. But a lot of this is just speculation and envy at my other friends writing such hip and chic blog entries about single living and campus pieces, so don't assume anything about my future writing capabilities.
Hmm, this blog has gotten sort of wonky. Again, blame the blog-verse. I'm all about being a blogger now, but give it five minutes and I'll want to be something else. Oh right, I had a theme for this entry before...Here it is.
I'm weird.
Haha, no seriously. I was chatting with one of my sisters (can you see the pattern?) and I said something kind of random that made me think. I mentioned that I am mature and responsible about a lot of stuff, like I can carry on conversations with my friends parents and my parents friends almost better than I can with people my own age. I prefer a relaxed weekend with ones I love than doing wild and crazy nonsense. I find it easier to connect with people so much older than me than someone who is younger.
At the same time, I am so immature. I forget things usually instantly. I am disorganized and so irresponsible about the most random things, like if it's not written on a sticky or a post it, it just does not get down. Granted, that's not a deal breaker, but it is an example. It's almost like I am the weirdest of both worlds.
I blame books. I am so used to getting caught up in all these different worlds and times that I find it hard to stay in the one I'm actually in. I know it's probably Lit Freak Syndrome or something, but I am more eager to read about the crazy lives of people than to actually live one. I'm more at home sitting in the corner of a coffee shop imagining myself sitting in the parlor room in Newland Archer's house or helping Diego Rivera mix plaster. It's the only way I've ever known how to read books and the reason I love them so dang much.
Okay, if you skipped over all that absolute nonsense, I do not blame you. I guess that cup of coffee with lunch was a big mistake, as I sound totally nutty right about now, but it's something I've been thinking about a lot. That's the problem with college, it gives you all this time to figure yourself out and think about the Big Things. Before I completely dissuade my few followers from ever checking this blog again, I should get back to my work. Love to all and hugs for even more!
P.S. Even when I am my most ridiculous, I know you still love me and I keep on keeping on. Thanks.
