Oh, hai

I'll talk about this in late December, but this year has been... interesting, to say the least. Anywho.

Iiiii signed up for driving classes yesterday! I'm so psyched. I can start classes on the 23rd and I can't wait. Still need to do a few theory classes before I can actually drive, but it'll be fun nonetheless.

So, I don't think Ashley and I are going to do NaNoWriMo this year. Three major problems: I don't have the time and I'm always busy and/or tired; I don't have the least amount of inspiration; it's already the 6th and we haven't written a single word. Well, we have, but that was months ago.

I'm also so behind on Tumblr. Like, seriously behind. I've never let myself be so behind. I'll try. I will.

What else... oh, I should make my TSR video now. I'm going to watch The Social Network tonight! I've heard good things about it, so hopefully it'll be nice.

Have a great Saturday!

Bisou, bisou.

Halloween and NaNoWriMo

I guess it's also not this year that I have the Halloween I've always wanted.

NaNoWriMo starts tomorrow (and tomorrow is also my Mom's birthday) and I'm co-writing with Ashley. I hope I find the time to write. At least I only have to write 833 words per day rather than 1667.

Indecisions

For the past few months, whenever I think of the word "University" or generally the word "future", I feel like there's some kind of bag full of doubts and frightfulness that rips open inside of me. Living under these kinds of feelings and self-doubt is something I wouldn't wish upon anyone.

I want to study Journalism. Why am I studying Public Relations? I don't want to lose a semester or a year of my life because I chose the wrong course (even though I'd probably end up not getting into Journalism, anyway). I don't want to end this week actually confirming that this was a bad choice. I don't want to cry thinking that this won't take my anywhere in life.

I want to be as sure as other people are. I want to go somewhere where I can choose what I want to learn and feel welcomed as soon as I walk through the doors. I don't want to feel a wave of indecisiveness and fear and whatnot.

Most people say they don't want to know the future, they want everything to be a surprise because that's how it should be. But I sure as hell would like to peep through a peephole and have a general idea of what's waiting for me out there.

The wait is over. After two months of waiting and a whole year of freaking out, it's finally over. I got into the university I wanted and I couldn't be happier. Classes start on the 20th.

And now I'm just staring at this post. I wanted to say so much more, but my writing has been terrible. I can't write. I don't even feel like writing. I just feel the need to want to write. But nothing.

Bisou, bisou.

Traveling is the great true love of my life

Still, despite all this, traveling is the great true love of my life. I have always felt, ever since I was sixteen years old and first went to Russia with my saved-up babysitting money, that to travel is worth any cost or sacrifice. I am loyal and constant in my love for travel, as I have not always been loyal and constant in my other loves. I feel about travel the way a happy new mother feels about her impossible, colicky, restless newborn baby - I just don't care what it puts me through. Because I adore it. Because it's mine. Because it looks exactly like me. It can barf all over me if it wants to - I just don't care.

Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert

Bisou, bisou.

Photograph found here.