the package was something that didn't matter. but that was okay. i feel so at peace with the world in these early hours of every morning. like no one can hear my thoughts or interpret my words. that's not 100% true, of course. people can read things i wrote or think about things i've done. but for some reason, this time is so safe. i walk the line of being content in this place and i don't know if i mind it. i constantly compare freshman year of college to my freshman year in high school which is so completely wrong for a few reasons. i want to work really hard this semester. i just feel like a little bit of work now ends up with so much happiness later. i can't sleep because i'm too nervous about my latin midterm grade i'll get back in less than eight and a half hours. that's far away actually. i actually probably can't sleep because i haven't taken any melatonin tonight. i'm really liking the gym at night and not during the day, because then at the end of the day i did SOMETHING productive. which is accctually kind of sad. this has to be the worst blog post ever. but for some reason people read this.
what's really crazy to me is that i found out that you can view stats on your blog. and on average about 40 people read this a day. over fourty actually. and since may of this year over people have looked at this over two THOUSAND times. i didn't know people were so interested in what i had to say. over ten countries. i don't know how all that happens, but it's really cool.
lawyer, teacher, forensic anthropologist. wwwaaaaaaahhhh
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