Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Music
There is nothing more pleasing than to hear music from talented musicians. Along with that, there is nothing I enjoy more than participating in music whether it's with family, friends, random strangers, or iPods. Music is amazing. I love it. My ukulele is my friend, and my iPod is my friend in downtimes and hightimes. There is a point where I am sick of music; when my ears hurt and I can no longer concentrate on other things. It is only reached after listening to music for hours on end. Off to play my uku....
Friday, October 7, 2011
The Last Semester
Here I am in my last semester of school. So far it has been so crazy! I have been working at USU Landscaping on M/W/F and then going to school for a good part of the day on T/Th. I have a bunch of homework to do, and since I am graduating after this semester all of the recruiting has been going on. Then I've been having fun with friends and causing complicated relationship stuff with Reese. Mark left on his mission, so I was trying to spend a lot of time with him. Oh yeah, I went to Peach Days and a bunch of other things. So yeah, it's been crazy.
I'm not really sure what to write except that I hope I get hired by someone and figure out where I stand with Reese. I am going to miss Mark while he is away. I already miss not seeing Meredith's family much since they are in Texas. Then, I hope my mom and dad are going to be ok. Since Mark left, they are all alone, especially dad. I hope that everything will turn out good.
I'm not really sure what to write except that I hope I get hired by someone and figure out where I stand with Reese. I am going to miss Mark while he is away. I already miss not seeing Meredith's family much since they are in Texas. Then, I hope my mom and dad are going to be ok. Since Mark left, they are all alone, especially dad. I hope that everything will turn out good.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Love Is The Only Thing That Really Matters
It is interesting how much people affect me. Like yesterday when I kept thinking in a Chinese accent, or today when I was depressed after seeing a post on Facebook. Listening to a song can make me feel like crap, or it can make me have hope in better things. Hanging out with my family for a few hours can lighten my mood significantly.
I am thinking of how important it is to control the things I come into contact with because they will affect the way I feel. It would be good for me to not look at Facebook anymore for one thing, to skip any music on my iPod that brings me down. My mind is like a web and one thing is connected to another. Words are connected to feelings. I must do better at putting myself in places that build me up. It has been too easy to put myself down lately without any help.
If I think about yesterday, it was my birthday and I had a great time. My friends and family were very kind and generous. I received many wonderful gifts that made me feel important. Most of all those who sacrificed some time to be with me made me feel important. I am glad that I do have people who care about me, and I care about them too. I may not have everything, but the things I do have I would not ever want to be without.
I am thinking of how important it is to control the things I come into contact with because they will affect the way I feel. It would be good for me to not look at Facebook anymore for one thing, to skip any music on my iPod that brings me down. My mind is like a web and one thing is connected to another. Words are connected to feelings. I must do better at putting myself in places that build me up. It has been too easy to put myself down lately without any help.
If I think about yesterday, it was my birthday and I had a great time. My friends and family were very kind and generous. I received many wonderful gifts that made me feel important. Most of all those who sacrificed some time to be with me made me feel important. I am glad that I do have people who care about me, and I care about them too. I may not have everything, but the things I do have I would not ever want to be without.
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