Dream A Little Dream Of Me

Yeah alright so I admit it, I am a hopeless romantic, it's true. If I catch a cute boy looking at me I can't help but to blush. Or if I see a couple holding hands or walking to class together, it makes me all warm and fuzzy inside. I just love the idea of love. I also love to use my imagination as entertainment when the day gets boring, and of course sometimes my classes can get a little boring, except for my Computer class, but the other ones do sometimes. And everyone has those days where they just don't want to be in class, they want to be outside. The worst classes are the ones that have windows, especially when it's a beautiful day outside. And I often find myself staring outside at the trees and grass and all the beautiful sunshine beaming down. I'll see people walking together and birds flitting from tree to tree, and I can't focus on class whatsoever anymore. I'll catch myself in a daze, and that's when the daydreaming starts. Hopeless romantic. Dreamer. That's me. I swear I can never get my brain to slow down. There's always so much streaming through my mind, it's hard to stay on track in class when I feel like there's better things to daydream about- like that boy with the cute smile I saw on the way to class, or that couple sharing an umbrella and wishing I had something like that too.

Signing Out- Xay.

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Family Feuds

I might be a grand total of roughly 313 miles away, and a good 5 and a half hours away from home, but that doesn't mean my parents can't call me up on my cell phone and badger my brains out. I guess sometimes they forget that college work is substantially different than my work in high school. In high school, I could handle dealing with the stresses of family life, arguing with my parents, and dealing with my younger sister and her teenage tendencies. However, now I go to Trinity University, and it's not exactly the easiest school around. I'll be on my way to class- or even IN class- and I'll notice my phone vibrating. Who's calling? Mom. Who's calling? Dad. Who's calling? My sister Olivia. I try to be polite and answer, but usually the second I utter out "hello" my mom is asking me "How are classes? What did you do with your keys? Why is there a charge on the credit card? Will you please talk to your sister?" On and on and on. Honestly, it just stresses me out. I already have a lot on my plate. I'm a Pre-med, bio major, and that is a lot to handle in itself. Not to mention I'm also rushing, and do quite enjoy having a social life and hanging out with friends. When my parents call and add to my stresses, I feel bad because I'm too far away to help solve the problem, which just leaves me worrying and sidetracked on into the next class. It's distracting, and I can feel the stress build with each second that ticks away on the phone. It's hard to block it out and focus sometimes, but I have talked to my parents and it is getting better.

Signing out- Xay.