3 posts tagged “friends”

Simple things that make me smile...

* When PostSecret posts their post by midnight on Saturday so I can check it before I go to bed.
* Driving my mom's convertiable with the top down on a sunny day
* When a boy makes me giggle
* Watching the snow fall in a warm room with hot chocolate
* Walking outside when it first starts to snow and it just starting to build up.
* Getting mail from old hostees/friends/vistors online via averageangel
* Waking up in the morning and blasting my music
* Walking past old friends/boyfriends when you look your best/hot (oh you know you enjoy doing it girls!)
* When people send random text messages saying "I Love You"/call me randomly to catch up
* When people leave good away messages up about me (yes, it has happend in the past! :P)
* My mentees (er...I should say ex-mentees)
* Riding on a plane
* Listening to the Milwaukee Symphony Orchestra play Ode To Joy live at the PAC
* Ice skating at Red Arrow Park
* Being in the middle of a concert, in the middle of a crowd, and just feeling the energy around me
* Helping out at my mom's 6th grade band camp
* Going to work every Saturday (even if I say I don't want to go, once I get there, I always want to be there.)
* Nutrolls
*Using to the third sink (only a few people understand :P)
* When I get a new comment/message on myspace or facebook
* Hearing from old friends from high school
* Working out
* Walking around campus with my mp3 player on, jamming to a song and smiling
* Driving and rocking out to some awesome music, singing along and tapping my foot (not on the gas pedal though :P)
* Getting dressed up
* Random Hugs
* Finishing a scrapbook page, and having people look at my scrapbook complimenting me on all the hours (if not days) I've put into it.
* Getting that letter of 'acceptance'
* Getting back from the Nursing Home, having a feeling of love and goodness in my heart
* Going out to my Grandparents house and watching my family play Sheepshead
* My Grandma Shirley's chocolate cake
* Looking back at old livejournal entries to see how much I've grown
* Being able to look at the past and present and being happy with where I am
* Seeing my favorite band(s) in concert
* When people that I've only met twice comes and visits me at school
* When people make me feel special/loved
* Getting a single flower for nothing special...just that I'm sick.
* When people call me right away to tell me something that happened and tell me that I'm the first to know this big news
* Random nights that turn out to be so much fun.
* Dancing like an idiot with a group of good friends.
* Baking cookies and sharing them with everyone just to spread some cheer/smiles
* Getting into clean sheets/a freshly made bed/pulling my comforter out of the dryer
* Someone telling me I'm beautiful and meaning it
* Recording a tv show so that we can fast forward through the commericals

To Be Continued...
I thought it was a nice way to end tonight...with a smile on my face.

To become full you may need to first become empty.

I swear that I have had the best/worst mood swing today ever.

After my 3:30 class I was just out for the count. Depressed about certain things, just not happy with myself, and all I wanted to do was curl up in a little ball and cry (I hate it when boys have that affect on you!). Instead, Jojo^2 (Joanne and Joelle) and I went to Walmart to pick up some stuff and then headed to Drumlin for dinner. It got my mind off of things and I was happy to be with two girls that make me laugh and smile. It was a night of happiness from there.

Joanne and I went and worked out. There's just this sense of accomplishment that I feel after working out. I then was able to come back and take a quick shower, dry my hair, watch parts of Laguna Beach and then Joelle and I headed down to the basement. The 4th Floor Boys have created their own Iron Chef cook off. It was awesome and it was such a great time. Being surrounded by everyone and just having everyone joke around and smile and laugh. It was just what I wanted and needed. I go from hating living in Fischer, to loving it so much. The molesting/conga line in the kitchen, getting into a towel snapping/drum stick fight with Randy, Alex being granted the rights to my boobs, just everything made me giggle. That's one thing I love...is when I can say that I giggled. As childish as the word sounds, it always makes me feel good inside.

I need to head to bed though...I don't have class till 1:10, but I'm not 'allowed' to sleep past 11 because Joanne gets back from class and wakes me up. So good night to you all.

The other day I was on my livejournal, I normally don't notice comments on my page unless I check my hotmail account...which is hardly ever. I found one that made me cry. Some person created a journal and he/she goes around and posts on people's LJ's pictures that just say "You Are Beautiful". It amazes me sometimes what three simple words can do to turn a day all around. It amazes me what words can do to make the greatest day go to the worst day in a matter of seconds.

It saddens me when people are not open to others in their life. I went to a baby shower today and we were discussing dorm life and how everyone there hated it...I was the only one who loved it. Because of the socialness and the community aspect. How can you not be open to having/making new friends? Does it really take that much effort to walk up to someone and say hello? Sometimes I feel like people consider friendship a job...something that needs to be worked for and worked at to be maintained. That the rewards in the end are much better than a job could ever offer. How can you look at it that way? Do you need to be rewarded for being friends with a person? Shouldn't the love one gives another friend be enough? I'm questioning alot lately and I suppose one of those things is my "role" as a friend.

I called up my best friend today because we hadn't talked in awhile. Apparently we had not talked in a really long time. College changes things. A lot of things. College changes people. Being here and away from pretty much everyone again...being in yet another different environment, making completley new friends, has changed me once again. I've come to realize that that whole drinking lifestyle and partying thing doesn't go well with me. It clashes with alot of things in my life, and the main thing that it clashes with is how I've been raised.

People have made me question things about myself...
How deep of a person am I really? Am I really as "vapid and empty" as one thinks? Do I really value my morals or is that just how I've been raised? Is my faith really that important to me, or is that just something that I grasp onto in time of need? How good of a friend am I? When I say I'm there for someone, am I actually there or am I just 'all talk'? Is this really how I want to live my life? Is this really what I'm meant to be doing at this stage in my life? Am I bitter against certain individuals? Am I really that 'bitch' that people have been calling me? Am I in love? Do I love life, or is it just easier to laugh and smile instead of showing how I really feel? Is my smile actually genuine or a cover up? Why do I end up pushing away people/guys after they get to know me? What really is wrong with me as a person? When people point out my flaws, do I just go and hide them or deny them? Or do I take them into consideration and say I'll change them? Do I actually attempt to change them or am I just 'all talk'? Do I put others down just to make myself feel better? Do I cause drama because I thrive off of it or because I really want to know the answers to my questions? Do I actually really love drama or do I partake in it because it's all I know?

It took me so long to find out who I was in high school, I didn't realize that I was actually happy with myself until the end of my junior year and to start that search all over again is exhausting. That's a lot of questions about myself that I will probably never be able to answer.

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Now that that entry went to something that I didn't expect, I need to go to bed. I have bio test tomorrow and all that fun stuff. I may just add onto this sometime. Who knows. I enjoy this vox journal...no one knows about it, and yet anyone can see it. I have a link in my IM profile, but that doesn't mean people actually click it. So here's to you...you are beautiful.

No one is alone, the way you are Alone.