A Fresh-ish Start

Last night I was trying to fall asleep around 11. That evening I'd worked, hung out with some people while working, came home to try and accomplish some homework assignments, but left them in frustration. Due to a million things a tad bit o caffeine running through me, I had too many thoughts going through my head. The ones that go like this:
I'm so choked my English assignment didn't print.
When did I start saying 'choked' anyway...?
I think it was when I heard about Alex saying it all the time.
Speaking of Alex...what's happened to Maylynn?
Oh right they're on a break...
Was I supposed to phone Kelly about something tonight?
Shoot! I forgot to get that girl's number from the shop about the concert!
You see? It spirals. That's not good for when you're trying to get to sleep. Most nights I'm horribly tired and find dreamland right away. However, 40 minutes of these thoughts last night and I forced myself to "focus on my breathing" which after a while led me to sleep.
This morning I woke up, and knew it was going to bad. I decided today was just going to be bad. I looked in the mirror and I felt the ugliest I have in at least the past 7 months. Five different hairstyles, seven different outfits, three makeup changes, NOTHING WORKED. After looking at the clock (around the third hair change) I realized I was going to miss the bus. So I phoned Meghan and got her to drive me to school. All I could think about at school was my unfinished homework assignments, how ugly everybody must've thought I was, and how TIRED I felt. Halfway through the day though I found a solution.
Start a new day.
I did not care it was halfway through the day and that I'd already lived a morning plus an hour. So, I went home (skipping a class). I put on my pajamas, crawled into bed, and went to sleep so I could finish the dream of the morning. When I woke up (around 3:30pm) I made myself some breakfast, had a cup of coffee, and grabbed a shower. I proceeded to do my hair, find a new outfit, put on fresh makeup, and headed out to candy striping. When I got home I had some "lunch" (in realtime:dinner) then gave Lizzy a call and we did a coffee adventure.
Now that it is about my bedtime again, for the second time today, I can officially say I beat time and bad days. There is a solution folks. My second day went amazingly well. This may be because I woke up convinced and so completely sure it would go well. This does not matter though. Today was a good couple days.

This Is Life. And This Is A Smile.

I love rain.
I love turkey.
I love family.
I love friends.
I love power outages.
I love sleep.
I love coffee, and pajamas.
I love writing.
I love reading.
I love old people.
I love travelling.
I love art and drawing stick people, which could be argued as the same thing.
Life's gotten mad busy. And you know what? I love it more than I was expecting I would. A few weeks back, looking into the week I'm in now, I was dreading it, fearing the time management monster, and the unimaginable social life. Yet...things are okay. Better, even. Maybe being ridiculosuly busy makes me happy, because...well being bored can't exactly make you happy. Anyways I've got stuff going on with young adults, youth, candy striping, drama, work, and church. Throw in some homework, friends, family, and random extras. It's pretty sweet.
My new job is at a coffee shop, and I like it, a lot.
School is killah...cool...ish?
Family's pretty solid, I'm officially the only single kid in the family though...in evokes a little bit of lonliness.
Lately I guess I've discovered that being content is where it's at. Being content does take some effort though. Loving things, not letting life get to you...it's a little tougher than you'd think. Maybe it's made me a bit of a dork, but I love looking at how awesomely beautiful a day is, or (have you ever thought of this?) the moon is a completely different planet! Seriously! Look outside right now (or tonight) and stare at the moon. That, my friends, is an entirely different planet. AMAZING. Don't even get me started on how amazing words are.
I'm thinking a little speaking from my dear friend Lizzy kick-started this passionate lifestyle. Just...finding what your passionate about...seeing beauty in these simple things...bringing your passion into your life. I don't even know how to explain it.
Like many blogs of my past, this lacks a point.
Enjoy the moon.