I am really tired. I think I should go to bad but I have to
take a shower. I haven’t showered in probably like 3 days except for that
little lay in the bath tub I took earlier today to soothe my cramps. Is that weird?
I feel like that might be weird.. Oh well.
Okay, so I have been really good. I really wanna go to
Rwanda but I wake up wanting to be there, I go to bed the same way, it doesn’t
stop. I hope it never does. But finals are over, so here we are.
Almost Christmas, I really don’t like the idea of American
Christmas. I don’t like the idea of feeling like I have to give away all kinds
of stuff to people to make them happy. I just really don’t like it. Oh well.
I got a type writer! That was something exhilarating. I’ve
been chugging coffee lately and I want nothing more than to rekindle my love of
tea again so I can sleep and not feel like a 12 year old with a pack of pixie
sticks..
I wanna get back to feeling like me. Back to my overly
sensible shoes, my plain hair and being more of a mother than a child. I’m
ready to leave the America again. I have to go get a TB test soon for Haiti.
I am for the first time since it really counts an A+ student
which surprised me immensely. If I wasn’t constantly focusing on going to Rwanda,
I probably would enjoy college a lot more. I still like it.
I keep telling myself ever since my recent adventure using
American transportation that I wanna ride the train up to Albuquerque and ride
the bus over to the Rescue Mission for the homeless to volunteer on Monday’s
and Wednesday’s since next semester I only go Tuesday’s and Thursday’s and
people keep telling me that’s not a good idea to do that alone, so if I’m
feeling like myself, I probably will do it. I don’t know.
I get one free moment and decide I want to do more. I wonder
if I sound as crazy as I feel? I’m so ready for summer so I can get up early
and go wash and hang my clothes up outside early again!
Alright, I guess this update thingy is done. I’ll be
blogging better stuff later, probably starting tomorrow, maybe not.. I’m a
loose cannon at this point!
Peace to you tonight,
Dorothy York.
12-13-13
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