DON'T CALL IT A COMEBACK

Glad to have me back and blogging publicly, Internet?

It's been a while, sheesh, "why have you foresaken me?" you ask me and I look at you and I say "oh baby, I was wandering but you're the one I came home to" OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT I DON'T KNOW THIS AIN'T A DRAMA.

Well it's nice to see that nothing has changed except the year on the calendar and also my nail polish color.

It's strange to be blogging again, or at least, I should say, it's strange to want to start blogging again - what do bloggers in 2013 do? Can it still be me, me, me? Should I include some things I've written down someplace else? I only remembered this blog because I transferred into another section of an English class I was already taken on a whim because I felt the pressures of ~*~senior year~*~ (yes, when I left you, I was a lowly freshman in the same spot in the library and look at me now. Started from the bottom y'all) and decided (last minute apparently) to take another teacher that had better reviews at 9-something in the morning and because I'm always awkward and always nervous. It was a nice moment to realize that I had this class in the same classroom as that class I so loved Fall of 2010. It is so transformed, as am I, and it's comforting as well as discomforting, but this campus is like a photo album to me already. I can't believe I'm a senior and will begin to transition into the next stage and decide where the heck my life goes soon. It was just yesterday I was transformed from my first real and - just saw a teacher I had at 8 AM last semester. I love him! I want to be a teacher terribly! It just keeps happening! How?! - obscure English class and now I am transformed from my first 3/4 years of real and obscure life as an English major, as a functioning individual, as the girl who stole your cat. It's weird though, right?

I'm trying to gather all my English department friends together so we can all sit down and stuff our faces and tell each other what we plan on doing with our lives so we might stick together the best we can but it's akin to herding cats and also very troubling because someone usually says "I don't want to talk about it" and that's where we stop it. I'd like to try my best to keep in touch with as many people from here for the rest of our lives as possible but I guess it's like the graduation of high school and how the ones who matter somehow stick around. Then again, we don't all hail from the same hometown but "I don't want to talk about it".

So I won't.

So it goes.

AMIRITE YAWL. Oh man, what fun it's been! Look at where we are - I was so uncomfortable here! So terribly displaced and trying to find a niche and then the years flew by and now I am so comfortable. I have a home that I've lived in for three years so far. Once in a tall building, once in a short building and then into a cozy and rotten cottage that I am still in with a girl who has encompassed everything you want in a roommate - respectful and kind and funny and loving and concerned and friendly and fun etcetcetc. And my friends! These sweethearts. How did I win the lottery with them? How did we find each other? Chance! How had I survived without them before! Even my friends from home have remained the same and are still a huge anchor to who I am and who I have (for the most part) always been. And that dumb, beautiful boy! How did that happen? And my courses! I have had the honor of studying under many dedicated and talented people and have come away from so many classes with all kinds of inspiration.

It's been a ride, y'all. I have been built and rebuilt and burned and molded and amazed in who I am and who I am becoming and where I have come from.