March 15, 2014

Hello World.

The week is very standard so far. No stress, no mess, just school, physical therapy, and sleep.

So why do I feel beyond stressed out??

I can’t stop freaking out. I get assigned a small presentation for Spanish class tomorrow where I legitimately just read straight from a paper, and suddenly my world comes crashing down. My knucklehead sister barges in on me and I SIT ON THE TOILET AND CRY. Seriously?

I look like I haven’t slept in a week, I am getting stress zits (fun fun fun), and my love life is remaining non-existent. Also, it is raining, again, so my hair has been more frizz than curl. Aaand the temperature is dropping so I can’t even pretend to be put together by throwing on a dress or shorts. For the first time all year I am seriously contemplating wearing leggings and a sweatshirt to school. And I’m not even sick.

I think what is wrong with me is that parts of my life have stagnated (romance, friends, school) while other parts are moving really freaking fast (I have my AP exam coming up, and my choreography competition). I can handle pressure. What I can’t handle is constant flux from stress to calm.

Any advice??????

Wild Dancer out.

February 19, 2014

Hello World.

I am leaving for the airport in one hour. I am looking forward to warm air and vitamin D. My skin and spirit desperately needs to escape the damp, wet, snowy, ice, gross cold that seems to hang over this year’s winter like a soggy wool blanket.

I am feeling rather poetic as you can tell. I have no idea what to do with myself. You know the lull right before you leave for a trip when there is absolutely nothing to do, all your stuff is packed, and you end up just doing random, pointless things until the time actually comes to leave? Of course, right as you need to leave there is about 23472234273487265928 things to do in the house.

So far there I have moved around the clutter on the floor (not actually cleaned…who does that), turned my laptop on and off probably six times, and walked up and down the stairs more times than I care to count. I AM SO BORED.

But this post is getting boring too, so I will sign off now. Next time I show my head, I will be warm!

Wild Dancer out.