is that I never know why I’m doing it. I think I may be the most boring person who ever lived. I’m not brave- I don’t want to leave my little box. I want to wear the same clothes, eat the same foods, listen to the same songs. I’m a creature of habit and I’m not ashamed.
But every once in awhile, I change my schedule or my life in some major way, and all I want is to keep changing it. I like someone new, I pick a new favorite food, I want to see new places.
I guess it’s a good thing I’m graduating, because right now I’m in a period of wanting everything to change. And it can’t come soon enough.
How am I going to get through my history day presentation. Possibly the most mortifying moment of my life, I cried in front of a roomful of my peers practicing my thesis. PRACTICING. It’s not even the real thing! The prospect of public speaking makes me want to vomit/faint/die.