Currently staring at a pile of clean sheets while sitting atop my unmade bed, listening to Crimewave by Crystal Castles... this is my life lately. Summer has brought me a bunch of displaced motivation.
Monday starts my new job with vivint. Hopefully working a real 12-9 job will get me into some sort of routine. Needless to say a couple grand to start off my college career.
This last week I visited St. George for orientation, finalized my apartment and move in date, and signed up for classes. Want to hear how fantastic these classes of mine are? None of my classes start before 12pm... leaving time for sleep, job, whatever. Monday and Wednesdays I have anatomy, sophmore English, then the anatomy lab. Tuesdays I go to SCUBA class and a lab at the pool. (This is what I anticipate the most...) Thursdays I have psycology, and Friday just anatomy with no lab. I'm quite excited to start learning about things that actually hold an interest in my life.
I realize it's been a while since my last post, but I feel the urge to keep writing. Writing for myself mostly. Things have changed a lot. Even reading posts from months ago I think how much growth I have experienced since. Writing is a way of stepping back and looking at yourself, to make life changes or improve. So I leave on a question that has been lurking somewhere in the cerebral cortex for some time now; who do I want to be and where am I going?
If we're friends on facebook, you've probably seen our Beatle obsession... this is just a taste. Jessie, Maddie, Aubree and I have started watching all of the old Beatle's films and have taken a liking to each of the Beatles as our own... mine being Ringo Starr. Facebook name changes, pictures, tattooing The Beatles and their lyrics all over our bodies, music, posters, movies, accents, tee-shirts... everything. If we're friends, you'll just have to learn to deal with it.
After a grusome last few weeks in high school and a few less than lame activities I finally GRADUATED. East Shore had to have been my most memorable part of high school... and not in a good way.
After our senior all-nighter, I went up the canyon with Taylor and Jessie to camp for the night. We arrived at the campground and were completely set up to sleep by five AM. Not ideal, but we managed to get in a couple hours of shut eye.
And there's the start of summer. Me Jessie and Maddie at Scera pool catching some rays. There's something different about this summer though... and nobody can quite put their thumb on it. It feels almost empty in a way, maybe because I know in the fall I'm not going back to high school. Everyone feels the need to be productive with this last summer, but I feel anything but. 