It's Monday...but that's no excuse.

Last night. The first night that I actually had trouble falling asleep. Does that mean that I'm falling into my old habits? With a class at 8 o'clock this morning, I wasn't sure how today was going to play out. For some reason, my anxiety shot right through me, and my eyes were stuck wide open until a good 3am. There was too much on my brain. Thoughts coming and going from every corner of my mind...which leads to this morning.

Sleep finally made nice with my restless body when it was time for me to get up and prepare myself for the day. I knew something wasn't quite right, but I ignored it and moved on into my busy Monday. Psychology wasn't as bad as previous days, so I decided that this Monday was going to be one of the best. History was also very interesting as per it's usual, but then came my three hour break. Since there was a lack of sleep in preperation for success, I thought it was necessary to catch a few Z's before my math class. Something was still very wrong. Anxiety got the best of me yet again, so I had no choice but to lay awake until it was time to go.

During this sleep attempt, I received a text from a guy. We've been talking for quite some time. I asked how he was doing, and he replied with, "Good, I guess." Knowing something was up, I asked what it could be. This was the very last question I wish I had asked, because I knew how our conversation would end. It was the same story that I end up writing in my book of life every time. My heart hurt a little bit this morning, but I might actually believe that this guy was being genuine. He was super serious about needing to focus on his school work. There was also no way we'd ever be able to see each other seeing how he doesn't have skype. Skype isn't enough anyways. I wish I'd known him longer. Maybe things would be different.
My heart is in pieces. It's so hard to hold all of them by myself. The shards keep slipping through my bony fingers and stabbing my insides. Although I'm a little sad, I've learned from past experiences how to get over situations like this. It's no big deal.

Marching band completely changed my mood. Something about it creates this new person inside me. I forgot about being sad, and happiness took over my day! Who likes to be so melancholy anyways?!
I SURE DON'T! Life's too short to worry about things that upset you.

Writing class came at the close of my day. The half hour before it started, my productivity level was higher than normal. My introductory paragragh was done before class had even started. During class, my attention span had shrunk to it's bare minimum. Two straight hours of helping one of my fellow classmates sounded better than finishing my own paper. She complimented my revising/editting skills. I'm just happy to have helped her.

My day is almost over, and I'm as calm as the sea.

Not as deep as I had intended this morning,
Emily Page.

A Whole New Environment

The Zumburge Library has become my favorite place. I've only been in here no more than twenty minutes, but it's so serene. The environment is quiet, but that's generally how most library's must be. There is something special about this top floor that really tickles my brain's fancy. My thinking is crystal clear, and why? What could the reason be for this whole new thought process?! I'm intrigued at even this thought! My blogs might spark better towards more interesting topics in the future. Excitement is now all that is being held.

Grand Valley is lovely. The campus is great, and the people are nice.

The irrigation systems around here are ridiculous. I'm not sure a shower is what I was looking for on the way to my classes. It's merely a shame the staff don't know to fix it. Rather, it's a shame they don't have the motivation. It's impossible for them not to be aware of such activity. My thoughts were leading towards watering the grass and not the weeds in the sidewalk cracks.

Someday people will generate an awareness for their surroundings.

Marching band is intense! When people remember charts and music, it turns out to be quite the show. I'm proud to be in the Laker Marching Band, and I'm looking forward to our first game this saturday on the new field! The flicc's section leaders could not have been better chosen. I've known them for all of two, almost three, weeks, and I already love them!

This season is bound to be a great one.

The fridge in my dorm is broken. My ice chewing addiction cannot be satisfied, but I suppose a little trip to the freshmen commons will have to do. My two packages of bacon keep nice and cool...I guess I have bigger problems.

Bacon for dinner tomorrow.

Well, now Brandon is breathing down my neck. He wants to leave this wonderful block of peace.

I shouldn't hold him up.

To Meijer we go!

Until next time...and with more crystalline thoughts,
Emily Page.