Words and whatnot.

I am so excited!!!

For multiple reasons. One, my far and away father has returned to the homeland! He has been gone since October, doing his thing overseas in the hot spot Iraq. Big man on base also has grabbed for himself a hefty promotion to Major (woo hoo!). All of you know this, but it means he has to attend classes at a school in Kentucky to be fully qualified. Meaning that sometime in January, my parents are relocating for six months. Meaning that I won't know where home is for a while. But I think it's the natural course for our family (if not of life) that change has to come around eventually, and now is just one of those times. The Daxtons are not stationary people. I can definitely attest to that for myself. I need change. Although I highly prefer to make it happen on my own terms, rather than have it thrust upon me. I've had plenty of time to think over the fast approaching reality checks, slowly creeping towards me in plain view, and I think that I'm looking forward to it all. I'm anxious, but I'm not scared. The fact that I'll be completely on my own, for the most part, is really exciting. It's now my responsibility to figure out where I'm spending the summer. I have plenty of options- I could study abroad in England at Oxford with a summer program, I could stay at school and take a class or two and work, or I could travel from friend to friend back in the beloved 717. There's even the possibility of staying in Pittsburgh. I just have no idea what the best option would be.

I've also been thinking a lot about this whole blog business. Posting the old journal entries got... old. Boring. The idea was a good one, I have to say, but I wrote more entries about what was current than what I said in the past. It was fun to rummage through my old diaries and find interesting thoughts I had, or see how some of my writing was surprisingly mature for the age at which it was written. I felt too vulnerable putting my secrets out here in the interweb, even though four people (tops) read this. I might throw some old entries in here and there, but I'm re-shifting the focus, because I need one. I need a purpose for this. I thought I had one, but it didn't keep me motivated. So, I'm hoping that just writing about whatever will keep me writing. Because that is essentially what all of this is about. I need to write. It's how I get by. I have too many thoughts to keep bustled up in my head. They may not be interesting most of the time, but they're mine and that counts for something.

The past week or two I've been a little worried. I haven't been keeping up with my work and watching True Blood has morphed into top priority. Classes are freshly underway and already I skipped an entire day. I went to NO classes. NONE. That's a big deal for an honors student prone to panic attacks at the slightest of road bumps. I'm just not used to it. Slacking off is not part of my DNA. Sure, I procrastinate like I'm getting paid big bucks for it, but I get my shit done. It may suck and be low quality, but it's done. I hate being out of the loop, so missing class throws me off big time. I've skipped classes before, but that was because I knew I could afford it. I don't know what to expect this early on in the game and so here I sit, freaking out. I know it's not the the biggest of deals; I know everything is already fine and back on track, but still. The fact that I feel apathetic so early on is slightly worrisome.

I also need a job. The point of only taking 12 credits was to have time to make money.

I have time, but I waste it. tisk tisk.

I still need to write about Colorado. Information overload. For now, in one word : awesome.

Stay tuned.