So instead of writing my Spanish composition, I'm sitting here blogging for the first time this semester. Brr, the goosebumps on my legs are telling me I need to re-locate to a new spot.
Anyways,
First semester of sophomore year, oh my. It's quite an adventure, and an amazing one at that.
Music. It's a life to live, it's a major/minor that will kill you. I'm seriously loving every moment of it, well besides Ms. Brown, and I've never felt so busy in my entire life.
I am so lucky to have so many friends in the dept. to help out and also make it more enjoyable.
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This whole, "Michael" thing still sticks out in my mind on days when I see him, or see his Phi-Mu-Alpha brothers, but sitting with my friend Allyson, who was broken up with about 3 weeks ago, today I had another one of my self-revelations.
- There's nothing I can do about what happened, more than just appreciate it for what it was. Accepting the fact that hopefully someday the both of us will find others who make us truly happy is necessary. There's no point of being jealous, because
1. it will not change anything, but maybe the chance of friendship that is possible.
2. It's not worth my time because if it was meant to be, there would be no competition; I would be a diamond compared to coal(the other girl).
So what's the verdict? I'm going to continue being happy, because I have been, and be happy for Michael and the girl as well.
Back to my paper... later.
