Rushed - Blogabond

Every four days I leave an entry on here. It’s not on purpose either. I just took notice when I looked at the dates on the entries today for the first time. I went tanning again today, it’s about 70 degrees… It was pretty clear for a while, but then some clouds rolled in and tanning time was over. Put in a shit ton of app’s on line, and now it’s time to wait… It’s all that I do.. I’m waiting for word about the situation. Waiting for a set of house keys. Waiting to go outside and have some freedom. Waiting for a call back. My life has become a waiting game, and I’m sick of it. I sound selfish and whiny, I know… and it’s not like I’m a caged animal… I just have about the worst case of cabin fever ever… But that all may change soon... I may start dropping mom off at work in the morning.. leaving me the car (wooo hooo!).. and a set of keys for the house (wooo hooo hooo!).. So, I think this means that i'm going to have a life again, soon (woooooooooooooooooooooooooo hoooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!)..

Wow... well, the pics.. man, those days to me are like a foggy dream. I think about your friends a lot.. but Hannah, Tony, and Jemma especially. It's strange to think that I knew them as they were years before and I often wonder who they've blossomed into today. I know it hasn't been that long, but look how far you've come and then do the math.

I don't have many pictures here to look on and think back to... I miss you more now that I have these to look at, but in a good way. I miss you now, but with the anticipation of seeing you again... soooome day... I almost forgot we took those. I want to climb the rocks again! and smoke weed on the edge of the porch of death. And listen to Hannah go on and on about her boy problems.

Enough reminiscing, lol... Man, you have your hands full... I know it's hard balancing all those things and a social life, but i'm sure if it comes down to it, you'll prioritize... and i'm not surprised about the writing group or the “arty shows”... that's who you all are... sounds like a lot of fun.

Your future is fine. It will all be okay. You are determined and smart as hell and this is life, man, often times there aren’t plans set in stone.. but you know who you are, and you know what you love, and you haven’t been studying all this time for nothing… somebody will find you, or you will find somebody or you’ll find it in yourself and the path you choose will be explosively good. I’m not worried for you at all.

As far as children go… eh, one or two bad experiences? I remember them… brush your shoulder off, kid. If they stick you with the little one’s, just remember that you’re there to make a difference… and you will. But if they give you the adolescents, man, congrats. And if you don’t make it, you’ll make it somewhere else.

PIRG concerns me a bit.

The psych ward thing on the other hand... awesome... really, awesome that you're back there. The patients- don't let them get to you. Keep them at a distance, and keep hospital security in mind. It scares me to think about what they could be capable of... just stick to your guns, and react right away if you see any red flags (any at all)... every job comes with risks, and if it's a job that you love, sometimes you have to take those risks... you're smart, you'll be okay.

I gotta’ go… I’ll update on my life next time. See ya’ in four days probably.

written by

snookyferrit on February 24, 2009 from Rockledge, United States

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