Adventures of a Shockingly Average 30-Something

It's one AM again, and here I am again, posting on here with more of the randomness that comes to my mind. I was just reading a post from about a year ago , and it's crazy how different things are now. I almost feel like I'm not even the same person I was then. Maybe it's the people I'm with now. Maybe it's the school I'm at. Maybe it's... I don't even know. But all I do know, is I'm so glad I'm not at that point any more. I'm so happy here and now. And I think this is one of the things I like about keeping a blog. I can look back on the past, and know how I was feeling back then. That was the feelings and thoughts and words are never gone. I know you can't live in the past (and trust me, I don't want to relive how I was feeling this time last year), but it's still important to not forget the past, right? Because it's out pasts that make us who we are in the present. If anything in my past had been different, I...

It's Thursday night. Or, if you want to get technical about it, it's Friday morning. It's just about one in the morning. This time last week, I was doing laundry. My roommate and I had started our laundry at midnight, thinking no one else would be down there at midnight on a Thursday night. We were wrong, but oh well. And this is what I'm thinking about. I went ice skating with some of my friends tonight, and honestly, I don't know how I've gone so long without skating. I'm not good at it, not even close to being good at it, but I love it. I haven't skated since probably around the end of September, and I've missed it. I didn't even realize how much I'd missed it until I was out on the ice again. There's something about lacing up your skates and gliding over the ice. You know? There really truly is, and I can't describe it. It's such a free feeling. There's nothing else in the entire world that matters. Your art...