I had two classes.

My professor for sociology is Mark Halling.  I walk into the room… and it’s a woman… and so… I’m not even sure if I were in the right classroom or not…

Then I had statistics. I fell asleep in statistics. It was the most boring shit ever. I had to take some preliminary test which wasn’t counted towards our grade at all… and I couldn’t remember shit so I guessed through it… and then I finished 20 minutes before the end of class… so I went to sleep xD

I always feel sad whenever I read “best friends forever” on the internet and then reminisce about when I used to say that.  I think I’ve figured out why I get sad…

You know when you meet someone in freshman year, and then you don’t talk to them for a good two years, they become a changed person.  And suddenly you find yourself talking to someone you don’t relate to and whose philosophies aren’t familiar to you.  And no matter how hard you try, you can’t connect with them because this entire time, you’ve been trying to connect with someone who doesn’t exist anymore.

I guess it’s because of that that conversations don’t flow as well between you guys because your interests aren’t similar anymore.  You’re a changed person as well, whether it’s minor or major.  I guess that’s why friends don’t stick, huh?

There will always be people who tell you not to worry about things and that you’re perfect the way you are.  And then there are people who write you lists of things you should change about yourself.  I think I should choose for myself whether or not I like how I live.

I’m going to try to change for the better.  Organizing was never my thing, but I figure I have to start somewhere.  Dealing with money was never my forte, but money is way too important to spend on food outside when I can just make something at home and bring it to work - and it would cost less to do the latter!  I’m going to start to practice yoga to relax myself.  And I think I should start making a schedule for exercise.  

I’ll see how this plays out.  If it works and I’m happier, then hooray!  If it’s depressing to keep going, then I can always stop.  And if it doesn’t work at all… well, I’ll think about it then.