Skeptics and True Believers.

I've always had my...I guess you could call them "theories" about life, that I have created in my head and firmly believed in. Everyone creates different realities for themselves, and we all look at the world differently. I find it amazing that we can all think something completely different, yet all believe we are right. Part of the beauty of living, or perhaps one of the scariest things about it, is that we may never figure out what it all means.

Fate, destiny, luck, good timing....call it whatever you want, but I believe in it. Some people do not want to believe that we have a predetermined path that we are supposed to follow in our lives, but it is one belief I hold that can get me through almost any tough situation. People think that having this so called "path" means that we as human beings do not have the freedom to choose, and create the lives that we want for ourselves. But, I don't believe that. I think that we do have the ability to live our lives the way we want, but that this want is what we are supposed to choose. The way I describe it seems like I am talking myself in a circle, but it makes sense in my head.

As I was walking through the Tecero dorm area today, I was stepping through the grass, looking at the bulidings. I was wondering which one I would have lived in had I been assigned to live there, as it was my first choice on my housing application. Crazy. What if I did live there? How different would my life be? I wouldn't be friends with the people I am friends with now...I probably wouldn't even know that they existed.

Everything happens for a reason. The people that come into your life are there for a reason. Nothing is random. You learn things from everyone you come into contact with, even if you don't realize iti at the time...or ever. The boy I like just broke up with me. He wasen't the one for you. I didn't get into the school of my dreams. You weren't meant to be there. Take a deep breath, and realize that there is something better out there, and let it go.

Days of the Cold

Six days down and only...9 more weeks to go?! It seems like such a long time, but from what I hear it goes quick. I hope that those rumors are true. I absolutely love school and my so called "home away from home", but actually being home was amazing. For the first time in a long time I completely felt like myself. I was with the people I care about most in this whole world, almost all of which I felt like I grew closer to in those three short weeks. That's a good way to look at it, just multiply Christmas break by 3! It went by so fast, that it makes me think that I will be back home in no time!
A lot of people who live relatively close to school go home almost every weekend. However, I like not being able to do that, it just makes things harder. I need to be away from the things and people I love because when I finally have them back, I being to love them even more. I guess absence really does make the heart grow fonder.
I feel like I am really finding a place here, and it makes me feel great. That feeling ensures me that I am in the right place, and that this is what I'm supposed to be doing, no matter how stressful it can be (and trust me, it is).
So, nine weeks may seem like an impossible 63 days to get through, but its something I'm ready to face head on, and enjoy as much as I possibly can. Let's just hope that I don't turn into an ice cube before March 19th =]