Dear Readers,
So my friend mentioned to me the other day that I haven't written about my current life in a while. Like really written. So I decided to provide. Marching band season is offically over. The band banquet hasn't happened yet, but no more performances, practices, or football games. As a matter of fact right now it is exactly one week since we got our one at states and the season ended. I thought the past week (and the weeks to come) would leave me with endless time to catch up on things, and while I do feel like I have a bit more time, somehow the workload has magically increased, or school has gotten harder. To be honest I think its my mind, I knew I only would have so much time and energy and so I forced myself to work with it, but now I have more time, so I let myself freak out? I don't know if that makes sense. It does, sorta, in my mind. So school, suddenly this huge weight upon my shoulders, now that I don't have band, I should be doing amazing, but to be honest its harder. Moving on, with the end of band my social life is crushed. I don't say that in the typical sense, but when your in band you are always with people your own age. People that you spend so much time with you finish each other's sentences (a feat my friends and I perform often) then suddenly band is over, you barely see those people and you feel so alone in the world. OK well at least I and the people I talk to do. So figuring out that whole thing,
So here's what's happening now. my family, specifically my sister, pictures above, is hosting a Japanese exchange student for a week. She's in middle school (and has the same birthday as me!) which is why the time period is so short. I'll admit I was dreading her coming, a week of running around shopping and taking pictures, and such hullabaloo, (OMG! it's says that's a word!) but she is super sweet (and adorable!) and on our first day together (today) it's been super fun. We went to the zoo, and the noodles and co for lunch, and ended our day at a shopping spree at the mall where she helped me pick out an adorable blue hat. So that's fun, tomorrow the schedual is a potluck and the Columbus art museum... we'll see what I, and my homework load, can handle. But more updates on her later.
Well that's all for now! Check in for more India updates! Also I changed my blog setting, so now ANYONE can comment. So no more excuses! Tell me how you like the new layout and background! I 'm willing to change.
So my friend mentioned to me the other day that I haven't written about my current life in a while. Like really written. So I decided to provide. Marching band season is offically over. The band banquet hasn't happened yet, but no more performances, practices, or football games. As a matter of fact right now it is exactly one week since we got our one at states and the season ended. I thought the past week (and the weeks to come) would leave me with endless time to catch up on things, and while I do feel like I have a bit more time, somehow the workload has magically increased, or school has gotten harder. To be honest I think its my mind, I knew I only would have so much time and energy and so I forced myself to work with it, but now I have more time, so I let myself freak out? I don't know if that makes sense. It does, sorta, in my mind. So school, suddenly this huge weight upon my shoulders, now that I don't have band, I should be doing amazing, but to be honest its harder. Moving on, with the end of band my social life is crushed. I don't say that in the typical sense, but when your in band you are always with people your own age. People that you spend so much time with you finish each other's sentences (a feat my friends and I perform often) then suddenly band is over, you barely see those people and you feel so alone in the world. OK well at least I and the people I talk to do. So figuring out that whole thing,
Well that's all for now! Check in for more India updates! Also I changed my blog setting, so now ANYONE can comment. So no more excuses! Tell me how you like the new layout and background! I 'm willing to change.
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