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Aug. 3rd, 2007 10:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
adiva_calandiaLast night, there was a lovely dinner of gnocchi and caprese and homemade mint ice cream, followed by setting off fireworks, followed by a thunderstorm.
I didn't sleep so well, unfortunately, due to a combination of my room being way too hot, and my asthma starting to act up (is this an elevation thing, maybe? There's also the two cats in the house, but generally they just make me sneeze, not wheeze). And I had some bizarre dream involving the UAA Arts building and my director from this summer. And possibly Lady Sally. The former I blame in part on rewatching Slings & Arrows; the latter . . . you got me.
Lord, I have so little to report. I keep composing entries in my head, about the grandeur of the scenery we're passing, or about traveling, whatever, and then I can never remember them when I sit down to write.
Speaking of plans, today we apparently go hiking (unless I can beg off), and tonight I meet Denver people!
ETA: . . . I'm wearing one of my Signs shirts, and just registered that I'm wearing my turtle necklace as well.
Regular walking billboard of 19, I am. *grinning*
I didn't sleep so well, unfortunately, due to a combination of my room being way too hot, and my asthma starting to act up (is this an elevation thing, maybe? There's also the two cats in the house, but generally they just make me sneeze, not wheeze). And I had some bizarre dream involving the UAA Arts building and my director from this summer. And possibly Lady Sally. The former I blame in part on rewatching Slings & Arrows; the latter . . . you got me.
Lord, I have so little to report. I keep composing entries in my head, about the grandeur of the scenery we're passing, or about traveling, whatever, and then I can never remember them when I sit down to write.
How about this, then: I've got a little over two weeks before I'm on my own at college, and all of a sudden, that's terrifying. I've spent the last eighteen years in a strictly regimented schedule, as laid out by my mom, with some input from me at times. Being used to a strict schedule makes me a good stage manager, but it means I'm really, really lousy at spontaneity. Every invitation I'm issued is met with "Well, I'll have to check with my mom."
Last summer was a revelation. I got invited out to dinner with a bunch of girls, and I could say -- and did say -- "Sure, why the hell not?" And I had a blast.
But for all the times I spontaneously hung out with people, there were a lot more where I declined, uncertain of where spontaneity would get me and unwilling to risk stepping out of my self-prescribed strict schedule.
Is keeping myself on track a bad thing? Probably not. Will I learn to be more spontaneous? Probably yes. Is the idea of relying purely on myself, with no Mom or Dad to fall back on and nag me, scary? Hell yeah.
Eh. I'll live.
Last summer was a revelation. I got invited out to dinner with a bunch of girls, and I could say -- and did say -- "Sure, why the hell not?" And I had a blast.
But for all the times I spontaneously hung out with people, there were a lot more where I declined, uncertain of where spontaneity would get me and unwilling to risk stepping out of my self-prescribed strict schedule.
Is keeping myself on track a bad thing? Probably not. Will I learn to be more spontaneous? Probably yes. Is the idea of relying purely on myself, with no Mom or Dad to fall back on and nag me, scary? Hell yeah.
Eh. I'll live.
Speaking of plans, today we apparently go hiking (unless I can beg off), and tonight I meet Denver people!
ETA: . . . I'm wearing one of my Signs shirts, and just registered that I'm wearing my turtle necklace as well.
Regular walking billboard of 19, I am. *grinning*
