Just a different outlook

Well, I am officially registered at UD for this fall! Wow... I did not expect college to come so soon. I want to go back to the beginning of Sophomore year, or even Freshman year, knowing what I know now... Yeah, I guess I think in the past too much.

In other news-- I feel a lot less depressed now. Not that I was depressed, I suppose, just a hormone-filled teenager on the low side. Who knows. My paranoia, of course, looking for the pessimistic way out, asks me if I'm not just hiding it all behind a feel-good vibe? I don't know, but I feel a lot better. I'm not sure what happened... just talking about nothing, and listening to Dr. Murray Banks and Dr. Leo Buscaglia. They've got a lot to say to me; I definitely plan to read their books.

One thing that Mr. Buscaglia talks about is that he is a hopeless optimist, ans so on; it feels so strange because I know what he means. I really can't see being really depressed, or giving up; I've kind of already resigned myself to the fact that I will be the nutcase old lady with a gazillion cats and a strange house. But that's okay, I'm definitely looking forward to it.

Hmm... a little poem I wrote:

The tree in the sun shows the jeweled birds;
At night the termites eat at its core.

I wrote a similar one that I might share tomorrow or so, who knows.

Just a different outlook

Well, I am officially registered at UD for this fall! Wow... I did not expect college to come so soon. I want to go back to the beginning of Sophomore year, or even Freshman year, knowing what I know now... Yeah, I guess I think in the past too much.

In other news-- I feel a lot less depressed now. Not that I was depressed, I suppose, just a hormone-filled teenager on the low side. Who knows. My paranoia, of course, looking for the pessimistic way out, asks me if I'm not just hiding it all behind a feel-good vibe? I don't know, but I feel a lot better. I'm not sure what happened... just talking about nothing, and listening to Dr. Murray Banks and Dr. Leo Buscaglia. They've got a lot to say to me; I definitely plan to read their books.

One thing that Mr. Buscaglia talks about is that he is a hopeless optimist, ans so on; it feels so strange because I know what he means. I really can't see being really depressed, or giving up; I've kind of already resigned myself to the fact that I will be the nutcase old lady with a gazillion cats and a strange house. But that's okay, I'm definitely looking forward to it.

Hmm... a little poem I wrote:

The tree in the sun shows the jeweled birds;
At night the termites eat at its core.

I wrote a similar one that I might share tomorrow or so, who knows.