Well first and foremost I want to thank K.M. Walton, who just a few weeks ago had a randomized giveaway drawn from a pool of people who had photographs of her lovely novel CRACKED out running rampant in the wild. I submitted mine, and won. So I wanted to thank her properly because it was a lovely surprise that I won and because she is just an awesome peorson in general.
So if you haven't purchased CRACKED I advise you go grab yourself a copy and enjoy. It's freaking amazing.
Now the topic of this post, which is also my hundredth post, amazing how time flies but at the same time I've had this blog for two years and haven't reached one hundred posts until now. Which kind of makes me disappointed in myself but at the same time, I don't know I'm proud that I've stuck with it I suppose. The topic of this post is musings, in other words it's just going to be me rambling and thinking outloud.
OR rather thinking online.
College isn't as hard as I thought it was going to be, at least not the academic stuff anyways, which I'm not complaining about--not at all. It's just an observation. I had a tough past week. I had to make a tough call, one which I know was right because there was nothing else to do but still was hard none the less. And on top of that, I had to file a harassment claim.
Now don't freak out, whoever is reading this, it wasn't anything too horrid. Just the final straw I guess, regarding a failed relationship in which I was emotionally trodden on. Well after two months of no contact the other party thought it would be fun to call me up and play with my emotions. And I finally stood up for myself. I'm never getting in that position ever again. Ever.
I've been having trouble writing too. It seems like everything I put onto paper is just insignificant, as though the words are complete gibberish that would make a two year old cringe. Yeah. I hate that feeling. Writing is my emotional outlet, and I haven't been using it to the best of my ability lately. In fact I'm outright ashamed at my lack of writing these past six months.
Then on top of that I've kind of let blogging fall to the wayside, not that I haven't continued to read almost every post done by my friends. Every Monday I hop online, because it's the day my schedule has the most free time (anyone else feel the irony there?) and read every post done over the past week by the people I follow. I don't always comment, but I'm beginning to think I should because even if its just a few words I know I'm always happy to see a number next to my little comment box and know someone was reading. I can only assume it makes my fellow writers and friends smile too. I think I'm going to do that more often.
Also I made a decision that once this nasty winter weather starts to lighten up I'm going to learn how to drive. I'm not going to let the rest of my younger siblings get their liscences before I do. I know it's silly but it's just how I feel. I mean they're all already taller than me as it is, I should at least be able to drive to prove I'm older...
I've also got to get myself a job up here at school. I know my dad hates the idea, because it's "your job to learn and do well." but I feel like a money suck, and also I need to save money for some of the trips I want to take this summer, and the eventual semester abroad I'm planning. Ireland is my destination. Though no guarantees if I come back or not, I mean it's Ireland.
So my hundredth post has been nothing but rambles, and me whining a tad and well a plug for an epic novel, which you should seriously go buy. Just saying.
And you know what I'm okay with my 100th post being nothing special, because you know what. I made it to 100 posts and that is something I'm proud of.
Hope everyone has a nice day!!