I'm pretty sure that's a reasonable thing to think. Right?
I clearly cannot sleep now, so I'm listening to some good music. Y'know. Sea Wolf - Old Friend. Good stuff.
So, I mean, I got about four hours of sleep. I guess I should be proud of my body for that? Maybe? I'm not quite sure what my body's trying to tell me... I can't be the first person to get Asparagus Quiche? (By the way, I really enjoy quiche, and asparagus isn't that bad - in fact, I've grown a liking to asparagus once I tried it, sometime in the past couple years of my life or so - so asparagus and quiche in one sounds quite interesting).
Also, I'm not sure why, but I started thinking of the past. (Oh my gosh. Whooooa.) But what I'm getting at is that I just remembered that I used to have a sort of way of thinking where I considered myself a different person everyday. Like, there's a yesterday me, a five-years-ago me, and the me tomorrow is different from the me today and so on and so forth. And it's not that I don't believe that now or that I exactly do believe that now, but the way I used to think of it could be sort of depressing I suppose in that I would consider the past me as "dead" because I mean, it's pretty true. I'm not the same person as I was and there's not a likely possibility that I'd become that person again because each tidbit of information that I acquire changes me as a person. Each new experience I come across is going to change me as a person. Since I've started college, I've definitely changed. I've definitely been going through changes, and I definitely can't become the same person as I was before then. And that's not a bad thing, nor is it a wrong thing. I'm glad I am the type of person I am today because I find that I have friends. Or, at least, I would like to think I have friends. And it's not that I didn't have friends prior to high school, but there was a different connection (or lack thereof) that I felt with people pre-college. I'm also a different person than I was last semester, but I think there's more of a connection between the person I've been whilst at college with the person I am this semester, than the person I was before college. I think college has provided me with more positive experiences, which I'm glad for. I'm not as afraid to be who I want to be, even if I'm still trying to figure out who I am. I'm not guaranteeing that I'd find myself completely during college, or even at all, but that's okay. I think I a lot more me now, than I was before. If I could, I would tell my past self, "It does get better!" Actually, that's just something I picked up from a show I think. Nevermind. But, it really does. It's not that I had a bad childhood or anything per se, but it wasn't the best. And I'm sure that applies to everyone (okay, truthfully, I'm not completely sure, but well, .... in most cases.). Wellp, actually I sort of just lost what I was saying. (Darn that hair!) Anyways, I think what I was trying to get at was pretty much, things change. And that's fine. Maybe for the better, maybe for the worse (wait, that's not re-assuring). Probably most likely for the better. And you just gotta go with where life takes you. When it gives you lemons, trade it for oranges and make orange juice. Or make lemonade, assuming you have sugar and water also. Or take those lemons and use it to season your food (especially if your dining hall gives you salmon and doesn't provide lemon juice for you to put your fish - which I'm not saying happened to me, but it did). Or even, take those lemons to grow more lemons and make a business with that. I'm sure people could use more lemons. (You could be "life" who gives someone lemons! Think about that!)
Well, I hope that was at least entertaining. Maybe. If not, okay. I'll accept that too. No one told you that you had to read this! (Unless I did, then... thanks?)
I think my blog just got 10x cheesier. And the value has just decreased. If this ever had a value to begin with... Wait, what am I saying? OF COURSE IT HAS VALUE. I give it value. P'shaw. No one else gets to say it has any value... unless they're giving it a value of millions (or billions... or more) of dollars. Which I'd be completely fine with.
Anyways. Okay. No more distractions. (Who am I kidding though?)
But anyways, thoughts on the present. Thoughts on the future. Thoughts on thoughts (That's called meta-cognition! The more you know!~ ...But don't quote me...).
I was also thinking of how for my junior year of college, I would like to live in an apartment so I could light incense. (Notice the emphasis on incense. Because I love that stuff. Nag Champa, Sandalwood, Dragon's Blood, Frankincense & Myrrh - you know, the works - and also, when I say incense, I mean incense; None of that oil or cone sh...tuff.) I'm thinking of who I'd want my roommates to be. Like, any friends I know now? I'd probably most likely prefer my own room, but I'd like to share an apartment (aka roommates) with at least one other person. We'd be able to have sleepovers and become closer friends and and and and... yeah? I think ideally I'd want male roommate(s), unless the female roommate(s) are cool, but I find that hard to come across for myself. Some people might think that's weird to have male roommates, even though I'm a girl and all, but gender equality, right? I think we all need to just step away from the notion that it's a bad thing or it's a thing that can't work where guys and gals can't live together in harmony. I mean, not like marriage or anything, but really. I think it can work.
Anyways, off to try and sleep now! I think I'm bothering my roommate with my incessantly loud typing! (What a great roommate I am, I know!)
Adios, amigos!
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