i want a nap...

...but instead, I am going to write an overdue entry here. (Lynchie, if you are reading this, you should know I am only writing this so you have something to read while you're at work!)

This weekend was very, very fun. Aside from feeling like death from vomiting A LOT, I had a nice weekend full of parties and friends, which is my main goal for the semester. 

It sounds really awful, but I headed into 2009 with one goal: to have as much fun as possible, preferably with alcohol. Last year, the ladies of 413 partied hard. I can't remember one sober weekend we had all year, and last semester, the parties just sort of ended. Free time got smaller, work loads got heavier, and life just got quieter. This semester, though, I am only taking 4 classes, one of which only meets once a week, so if I can actually handle some time management skills, my goal might be carried out successfully. 

I am also feeling very happy about a situation I was struggling with this weekend. I was very worried about some one, somewhere that I just shouldn't have been. Sometimes, I get ahead of myself and all of the time I over-think things, and I know that in my heart, the whole thing was silly to be upset about. I have a hard time not worrying about people I care about, and an even harder time trusting people, but I really just need to learn to let go. After all, I am no one's girlfriend or mother, so I have no entitlement over what any of my friends do in their lives, no matter how close we are. 

I am some one who is very set in her ways. There are certain things I just don't do, and lately I'm finding myself subconsciously trying to change my ways to adapt to other people, and it was bothering me because, really, I know that no one is worth changing yourself for. I know that sometimes you can't help it; sometimes it just seems easier putting down your guard to compromise with some one else. But in the end, we all, including and especially myself, need to remember, that special people are simply in our lives; they should never, ever become our lives. 

That being said, I know I was (and probably will be in the future) acting just like a silly girl. But really, that's all I know how to be: a silly girl with silly problems that she vents on a silly blog.