I came across this one girl's tumblr-- this one girl that I've "met" a couple times and have since heard some things about.
Her posts are interesting. She reveals so much about herself that I practically feel like I know her. I don't really social-media stalk people, probably because I never have time anymore. But I've always been curious and nosy. So excuse my creeper actions, you know you do it too.
Strangely enough, as much as I should dislike her, I actually do like her. She's kinda weird, hypocritical but humurous at the same time. Hey sounds like me. Except I'd like to think that I'm not that weird.
But then, thinking back to what all the people have told me things about her. I'm not sure how I feel about her anymore.
Well... then again, I don't know her and I really shouldn't give a fuck.
Reading her random rants and posts reminded me of how I used to blog. Sadly my schedule just doesn't allow me to regularly blog and talk about nonsense. I am HARDLY ever home. I am always out. From school, work and fun, home is like the place I'm at for the least amount of hours. Hell, I don't even sleep at home all the time anymore.
But with graduation slowly creeping, I think it's not necessarily a bad thing to live a little. And I'm giving myself this little bit of time.. kinda as a leeway, like I can only live this crazy and carefree for a couple more months. I'll clean up my acts after college.
Speaking of graduation, it's definitely a bitter sweet feeling. For the last four years, I've been wanting to graduate. I've been WAITING for this day to come by. Yet, with about 50 more days to go, I'm not sure if I'm really ready to go out to the "real world". I AM NOT READY TO JUST WORK FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE. And must I add that I'm actually getting pretty comfortable with things.
I know I'm not dying yet, or at least I hope not; but suddenly my last 4 years of college just kinda played in my head like a slideshow. YES, like something a dying person would see moments before he/she goes to heaven.
I guess I am just reminiscing on how I befriended certain people--how important they have become, or rather how I un-friended certain people...... and how they are COMPLETELY out of my life now. How certain things happened, how certain things started and ended. For better or for worse, I think I've had some pretty memorable years of college life. I have quite a few of "good stories" to tell. Except- getting me to tell you everything is probably impossible.
This feeling is still a bit surreal, and especially because I'm not COMPLETELY done with school just yet. I still have about 10 units left after this quarter. So I feel like this ISNT REALLY OVER yet. But, I just wonder- who am I gonna keep in touch with? Who will stay in my life and who won't? Will I end up being co-workers/neighbors/friends/bffs/enemies/lovers/etcetc with any of my colleagues?!
On another note, I was telling my friend how I feel sad when I see people eating by themselves at a restaurant. He thinks I'm crazy. I think I'm just afraid of being alone. I enjoy my times being alone sometimes.. but in general, I just like being with people. I llike big crowds. And I would love to move to a big city like NY or CHICAGO for at least a couple of years.. or months.. to explore. Sadly, the "lonlely" factor comes in when I think about WHO THE HELL I AM GONNA HANG OUT WITH in those big cities.
And there's a level of comfort that I like to maintain... I think just like the idea of familiar things.
But then, all my life, I've been exposed to nothing but changes. You would think by now I'm used to this shit.
Deep down though, I know I can handle it and I know better things will come out of it. It's just the first step, that first step of this weird feeling of not knowing what will happen. Knowing that things COULD be very different, in a bad way. I think that's what scares me the most.
Let's also be honest, I will probably be a little home sick.
I am just ranting on and on. I had originally wanted to post this on tumblr. But tumblr people are not there to read my life stories, so I've resorted to my good old xanga instead.
It's probably a part of growing up. Or what I call the 1/4 life crisis or.. just finding myself. Whatever it is, this feeling is quite strange. I can't say I'm unhappy with life, but I also can't say I'm super happy and thrilled. I am just.. content. It's nice and all, but it's not exciting. Anymore.
And... I think I've "experienced" enough in the last year and some months. I feel like this is it. And I should stop this bull shit that I'm doing. It's not fair.
Yeah, that's probably a good idea.
But it's so fun. Maybe I will give myself until graduation.
Ok I think I'm out of things to say. Happy hump day.
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