Hello people. Today is a droopy type of day for this one. My best friends (and boyfriend) are beginning the trek back home. Today we are driving them to Austin for their flight. So yeah. I am a little down. My teacher even noticed. I must emit strength though, because the others are feeling weak right now. Someone must be firm. Strong. A beacon of surety in the darkness.
I will be emotional later when nobody needs me.
We should discuss something exciting....
LOL that is about how we all feel today.
On a completely different note, these past two weeks have reignited a passion that had slipped into icy slumber. Dancing. I had forgotten how much joy the art of that form of expression brings. It's physical, emotional, and takes into its grasp all of my being. Dancing is like a poem without words. Flight without wings. A battle. A duet. Two beings coming together to paint a living masterpiece. That is what dancing is to me. And naturally I want to share that joy with everyone. Sometimes I get hit with the avalanche of truth that other people just don't care about dancing. That is like, cold and sharp... but that is life. Some people just haven't felt the freedom that comes from the rules of dance.
Before now, I had been seriously considering going to the Air Force Academy for journalism and whatnot, but now maybe I think I want to either major or minor in dance and the teaching of it, and either major or minor in photography. Those are two things that I am pretty good at. My dad suggested that since teaching dance probably isn't something that I can easily live off of, that maybe I teach dance and also photograph dance professionally. I think that is a good idea. With that in mind, I am going to ask the dance teacher if I can be the photographer for the Silver Dazzlers. (Our school's dance team.) The soccer season is over so I am like, super free. It feels so weird to be honest. Also I am becoming a bit of a workaholic. When I am stressed about work, I attempt to soothe that by doing more work.
FYI, this is not healthy. If you relieve stress with physical work, that is fine. But if you just fill your schedule and wear yourself out, that is not healthy. I am pretty sure my Brute is gonna be like, "Take a rest." soon. To which I would probably respond by arguing even though he would be right. I work too hard.
Guys. Everytime We Touch by Cascada just came on. I am having flashbacks to when I was fifteen. AGH. I need to change this song.
Okay, we good now. Sorry, my fifteenth year was rough. Nothing bad enough to worry about. Just really stressful.
I wrote a poem recently. It is called Lost in Rome. It is about my adventure in public school. I also started a poem on Sunday, but I lost the paper it was on, so if I find that I will finish it and maybe post it. Here, Lost in Rome.
I will be emotional later when nobody needs me.
We should discuss something exciting....
On a completely different note, these past two weeks have reignited a passion that had slipped into icy slumber. Dancing. I had forgotten how much joy the art of that form of expression brings. It's physical, emotional, and takes into its grasp all of my being. Dancing is like a poem without words. Flight without wings. A battle. A duet. Two beings coming together to paint a living masterpiece. That is what dancing is to me. And naturally I want to share that joy with everyone. Sometimes I get hit with the avalanche of truth that other people just don't care about dancing. That is like, cold and sharp... but that is life. Some people just haven't felt the freedom that comes from the rules of dance.
Before now, I had been seriously considering going to the Air Force Academy for journalism and whatnot, but now maybe I think I want to either major or minor in dance and the teaching of it, and either major or minor in photography. Those are two things that I am pretty good at. My dad suggested that since teaching dance probably isn't something that I can easily live off of, that maybe I teach dance and also photograph dance professionally. I think that is a good idea. With that in mind, I am going to ask the dance teacher if I can be the photographer for the Silver Dazzlers. (Our school's dance team.) The soccer season is over so I am like, super free. It feels so weird to be honest. Also I am becoming a bit of a workaholic. When I am stressed about work, I attempt to soothe that by doing more work.
FYI, this is not healthy. If you relieve stress with physical work, that is fine. But if you just fill your schedule and wear yourself out, that is not healthy. I am pretty sure my Brute is gonna be like, "Take a rest." soon. To which I would probably respond by arguing even though he would be right. I work too hard.
Guys. Everytime We Touch by Cascada just came on. I am having flashbacks to when I was fifteen. AGH. I need to change this song.
Okay, we good now. Sorry, my fifteenth year was rough. Nothing bad enough to worry about. Just really stressful.
I wrote a poem recently. It is called Lost in Rome. It is about my adventure in public school. I also started a poem on Sunday, but I lost the paper it was on, so if I find that I will finish it and maybe post it. Here, Lost in Rome.
Surrounded by faces, faces that I know.
Some I don’t quite yet but soon will
As I wander about; lost in Rome.
I came not as a tourist, nor as a native.
I came with but one purpose: to save a life.
He told me, “you must go.” I came as a light.
I had a mission as well as a map.
I saw the sights and became entangled in the trap.
Darkness, lust and lechery;
All of theses surrounded me.
Discombobbled, confused and upside down was I,
As I wandered; lost in Rome.
One day, another came beside and looked me in the eye,
“You forgot your faith.” She said to me.
I had forgotten to open these brown eyes and see.
Looking around again and now I know
How not to wander; lost in Rome.
I came to make the darkness flee and to guide others safely.
I will no longer wander; lost in Rome.
Because my purpose is to guide you home.
Okay, that is all for today. Have a good one.
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