Sorry!!

So I did write an entry last week but apparently forgot to save it. Whoops! So I'm sorry that time seems to have lapsed in my entries...there was supposed to be one before this.

I've been thinking a lot about how there are so many things people leave out when they tell you about college and growing up. Why? It would have been such more help if we get these things up front.
"Hi welcome to college, you are going to have so much fun. You're also going to find that alone time is precious, that no matter how grown up you feel you still need your mommy and daddy, that suddenly home is a relative term, that if you don't wake up to your alarm clock--you'd better get a new one, that anxiety and panic attacks are not limited to people on Lifetime, that to eat balanced meals actually does take some thought on your half, and that it doesn't take long before high school feels like it happened in another lifetime to some other person" --this is the greeting that would have helped me.

I've cleaned out my room at home. It hasn't been my room since I left and my brother moved into it. So weird. All the stuffs here. Sophomore year of high school my history teacher asked us to write a short essay about ourselves at the beginning of the year so she could get to know us. I wrote mine by describing the things in my room. Do they still fit?

On one wall posters from shows I've done. Some awards from dance competitions. There's a vanity where I spent many a morning thinking how grown up to sit at a vanity and apply make-up; I must be a woman now. My eighth grade cheerleading uniform is looking at me from the closet (I wonder if I still fit in that...). There's a collection of Amy Grant CD's on a bookshelf under the hats I wore in elementary school.

Some new additions: the shoes overflowing my closet...they didn't' used to be there. The box I made in Stage Craft freshman year of college, this laptop, this desk being clean for the lap to sit on, my earring holder, the air purifier (thank you new allergies), the moccasins I made last weekend with Emmie =), and the carpet I've had my whole life but don't remember seeing much of.

I think my room analogy still works. Because a lot of who I've been my whole life is still here, just rearranged, added to, and seen from different angles. In the words of Sally Brown "I like it!".

So much for my tank tops coming to Charleston

What a crazy little sophomore year we had.

I've been watching lots of old movies this week. Cary Grant, Gene Kelly, Fred Astaire, Ginger Rodgers, Donald O'Connor, Debbie Reynolds--these were my friends this week. And what fabulous people to keep around; they are constantly finding the dance and song in life. Men wore such masculine clothing and women were praised for their strength as a woman, not how much skin they'd be wiling to show. Oh, the clothes...the shoes! Donald O'Connor...I wish I could have half of his comic talent. Man...I want to act, I want to sing, I want to dance!

Speaking of which, I like to dance. You didn't know? I know I'm pretty secretive about it. But really. I like to dance, and honestly I'm not much aware of it when I start to do it if I'm talking to you. So please, don't take offence. Don't think I'm not listening, I am. And please don't think I'm doing it for you to comment on it. I mean if you really feel like saying something...that's cool I guess. But honestly I'd like it alot if you would be so comfortable with it, it would be as natural to see me doing that as some one using their hands to talk. Don't acknowledge it at all. I'm not doing it to show you; I'm doing it because its in me and it makes me happy.

The funniest mother just came in our room to check it out because her daughter is going to be in Rutledge next year. Apparently Maggie and I's "room is cute." Did we stack our dressers ourselves? =) Moms...I wonder if her daughter knows she's over here doing this....ahhh

Let me give you hope

Its come to my attenting that since last October I've only written one entry....whoops! This is my written promise to you that I will write atleast one new entry a week unless some horrible something happens to prevent me from doing that. So there you go. I can tell you are excited. (I just reread this and realized how many times I've used a form of write...it cracked me up)

Exciting news I just received: My good friend Lauren Bell will be in Columbus this summer! I'm not going to be all alone! Whooo!!

mmm, breakfast time....