Crazy Girl

See that girl right there? That's gonna be me very soon if things don't change.

Maybe it should be me anyways. I think I'm a bit more crazy than I like to let show.

This week....rough. Watching everyone else go back to Provo without me: torture. Especially because there was a ticket with my name on it to go back.

Being home sucks. I get up in the morning...and then what do I do? Exactly. I don't know either. I get on my computer about every ten minutes...nope. Nobody has posted anything on facebook since last time. Nor has anyone blogged.

I read a lot. I've read like 4 or 5 books already since the break started. And I've got 3 that I'm currently working on. That's how bored I am...I can't even be happy with just reading one book. I've gotta have 3 different things going on to keep my brain interested.

I guess I find other ways to occupy my time, but it's not enough. The past two or three days have been tense. I hate being home. After living by myself for so long it sucks to have to be under someone else's roof again, even if they are your parents. I like it when my every move isn't questioned or monitored. I like it when I'm not pestered for doing something or made fun of for...never mind. Roommates made fun of me almost nonstop (usually for good reason). It just is more tolerable coming from them for some reason.

Not to mention that I'm waiting on my mission call. It's more frustrating than you can even understand unless you've been in a similar situation.... I feel like I'm just kind of in limbo right now. I'm stranded here at home until.........? No idea. I don't know where I'm going, I don't know when I'm leaving, but I know that I am going to be getting out of here at some point, hopefully in the very near future. It's just hard not knowing what kinds of plans to make, not even really knowing what kinds of preparations to make. What if I go to Russia? What about Hawaii? Peru? Hong Kong? Iowa? Yeah, I can guarantee that my suitcase would be extremely different for each of those places. I'm praying that it comes tomorrow.

Ok, so the point of this post wasn't really to rant and rave and prove my insanity (although it's doing just that). I was going to be explaining my new blog project. Last May I did a mini-series where I posted a new life lesson (almost) every day about stuff I had learned since being in college. Well folks, brace yourselves for the newest mini-series.

I haven't devised a name yet, but for the month of January I'm going to be sharing stories from my years spent at college. A story a day. The purpose: to entertain. Both you and me. I'm hoping that most of these stories will be humorous. I know that they will be at least for me and those of my readers who are reliving them with me. I just know that if I don't find at least one constant thing that I can do to keep my mind occupied and grounded every day (writing) I will end up in a straight jacket.

So tomorrow...expect my first story. Along with a clever title for this mini-series.

And the inspiration for this post comes from one of my current country faves. I will waltz to this song at my wedding if I can help it. Enjoy.