Lovely

Anxiety Attack

School is back in full swing and yet I am already becoming stressed out and freaked for everything that is our second year. My second year of college already. I can't even get over that. I just turned 19 and I am entering into my last year of college. Here at least.Well heres to hoping that I don't freak out too much, that I work as hard as I possibly can and more, and to growing from more than fourth bellhop to the left. Although I would not trade that experiance for the world. I loved working so closely with the girls and especially with Cindy. It was just an awesome intro to dancing. I really truly am learning to love it. Not that I didn't before. But I am not quite so afraid for it anymore. I can just enjoy it instead. I will always be wishing that I were better, of course. But I still love it. Who would've thought that I would ever feel more comfortable dancing then I do singing right now. My voice is shot to hell (nice segue anyone?) and it is frustrating me beyond belief. If it doesn't improve soon then that is all that I will ever be: the bellhop who shines but is still visiting the food bank because chorus roles don't pay the rent. Not just yet anyway, and not here.

On a different note, I am soon to be getting a new roommate. Daneels sister is moving in with us by the end of the week. And she and I both know that I am worried about that. Very worried. Not for the company, but mostly for space. I want to feel as comfortable as possible here especially for when school hits us hard and all I need is to escape to my home. But how easy is that going to be when I run into one roommate while I try to get inside and the other is blocking the hallway. It is not a big apartment. But I am excited for Daneel because she is so happy when she mentions it. So that is good. I often wonder how this situation will work between the two of us. It seems to be going strong as of now. I hope that that doesn't change. Except for getting the big milk jug. I want big milk. And cookies.

I also want to sleep. But dishes and curtains beckon first. Maybe I'll forgo the curtains. For now, milk and dishes.

posted by Leah Wilburn @ 11:03 PM