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Sunday, September 19, 2010,
Day 01- Introduce yourself. I'm Bee. Twenty-one, and going through an interesting time in life. I recently found out I'm bipolar. It's definitely changed me. Now, instead of going up and down, I'm at a slight happy medium. Instead of crying for hours at a time, it's a few tears if I'm sad enough. Instead of being annoyed or depressed or angry for the rest of the day, it goes away. My sadness, while not gone completely, isn't all consuming. Being on meds is definitely working. Anyways, I'm a huge music person. When I did have a functioning computer the majority of my space was music. I, when I'm in school, am a Music Education major. I don't play any instruments seriously, but I sing. I have about six years of choir under my belt. Reading back, it's not that impressive, but meh. It's one of the only things I'm good at. I love books a lot, and movies. I'm a huge action movie junkie. And foreign films too. As for books, I love anything that has a good story behind it. I'm a huge Jane Austen fankid, alongside Harry Potter, Narnia, LoTR, even Twilight ( I was sixteen, gimme a break.). I'm a person of obsessions. I love ice cream and candy. I'm a chubster cos of it, lol. Add to that a bit of social anxiety, and you've got me. If you need more info, ask.
2:26 PM
Friday, July 30, 2010,
Of having a broken laptop. Fml.
8:07 PM
Wednesday, July 28, 2010,
Lately, I've been thinking with a journalistic or blogging mind. It's strange for me, who is used to thoughts flowing, hitting one another, and birthing more of them. I sit here on the possibility of starting over. My doomed freshman year, the spring semester I should have had. It looms ahead of me and the horror of it, the sheer beauty of such a gift scares me. Have I changed so much since then that I can overcome the mistakes I made? Am I even capable of it? What exactly has changed, when I think about it? I'm no longer eighteen, horribly naive and painfully in love with a person who I will go to the grave knowing once loved me as well. I'm 21, tired, my cynicism is constantly growing, and while I still love the man I loved at eighteen, I love even more another, who has helped change my world view. I'll blog on the matter more later, when I'm not distracted by Sense and Sensibility.
8:12 PM
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