ladidadidoo

so, this is a whimsical post..

When I was younger, my daddy was my world. My big brother used to terrorize me in the best possible way, but I still didn't get along with him. My dad would always teach me things and keep me away from him. He's the reason I like math, and physics, and action movies, and music. My dad helped me shape who I am today.

As I got older, we sort of parted ways, didn't have as much to talk about. Our main shtick was to gain up on mom with our love of dill pickles, and movies that might contain snakes. When he got sick, I was devestated, confused, and overly unsure. I'm a highly practical kind of girl, and my first question was should I deferr my acceptance at Carleton for a year, just so I could be around. He refused me, dead on. NO, and I'm just feeling like I've been focusing on the bad parts of being at school, and the new year gives me an opportunity to give it another try.

you know those rles I was talkng big about changing? I don't think I had time to think about it with everything going on. I think I've learned how to manage my school work and emotional bggage, so next semseter i might be abe t bring a little bit more to my plate. all those things I meant to do, get involved with the radio station, volunteer for somethings. . . resumes packing, and just trying to meet new people.

so, that and working on my conversational skills are my new years resolutions...