Sunday, April 17, 2011

I Wanna Come Home

It has been an appreciably long time since I last decided I had something worth blogging about, so I figure this is a really good time to say something. I must warn you, I'm not entirely sure what I am going to write so I cannot promise a comprehensive structure for this blog.
First and foremost, there are twelve days until I begin the long and glorious journey back to my beloved state of Texas and more importantly, home. This past year in college has been nothing but a trial BUT I did get quite a bit more out of being at school than I thought I would. I am almost positive about what I would like my future to hold and I have made some pretty awesome friends. Now these friends aren't those that I feel I could tell my deepest darkest secrets to yet, but they are people who have enriched my life in one way or another. One friend in particular reminds me on almost a daily basis of my goals just because they are doing what I would like to do. This friend in question has also shown me that just because someone looks a certain way does not mean they will act a certain way. I bet you're thinking, "Wow, way to be vague there, Christine..." but I just feel like if I get into detail about who this person is, I will babble on and on about them and I would really like to move on.
I sprained my ankle and it looks pretty nasty. This happened last Tuesday when I decided that it was time for me to get into shape. Guess that's not happening for a while. Three good things have come of this mishap:
1) I do not have to take my P.E. final.
2) I do not have to take my tap dance final.
3) I have seen how kind people can be.
Point number three deserves to be expounded upon. Since I've been gimping around on crutches (not as awesome as they look), people have either been super nice or incredibly rude. Example: I was gimping back from seeing the school play last night and some chick was sitting smack dab in the middle of the ramp texting. She heard my crutches and looked up, but she did not move from the middle of the ramp and continued texting. I'm thinking, "What a jerk!" but then I thought of how sad her life is going to be when people don't want to be around her anymore because of how rude she is. I would say about 99% of the people at Snow College were very kind to me this past week, that little snot would be included in the reprehensible few who only think of themselves here in Ephraim, Utah.
Facebook has become more of a burden than anything else. There's only so much to do on there and it wastes my time like nothing else I'm involved in. I am constantly finding myself wondering why I'm on so much because it's a cesspool for teenagers to share their irrelevant and quite honestly, intelligible thoughts. I have come to really love Twitter, Tumblr, and YouTube because a good portion of the people I am "friends" with on facebook are not on those sights. I can't even begin to explain how I loathe opening up my facebook and seeing that Johnny is "chillin wit sum awsum bros" and Mary thinks that "Words can't even describe how [she] feels right now :/...". Being a person who uses incorrect grammar only in the case of making something funny or to prove a point, the first status bugs me. I'm pretty sure your mother taught you proper English (unless she didn't, in which case you should feel obligated to speak correctly). The second status ticks me off like no other thing on facebook does. I can honestly say that I feel stupid posting something about how sad I am because you know what? Most of the people I'm "friends" with do not need to know my every emotion. It is my strong, personal, belief that people who post sappy or sad statuses or tell all of their "friends" that they just wiped their butt are looking for attention. As for me, I prefer to keep my private life private.
I could likely go on and on about things that are on my mind, but then I would probably have to turn my blog into a novel and then send copies of it to all three of the people who actually read my entries. With that, I say "Good marrow, kind gentlefolk."

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