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So, I don’t really know why I have this inability to stay active on a blog, but I really cannot seem to keep one going. I don’t know if it’s the fact that I am so incredibly busy that talking about my life and the things in it seems like the most redundant thing to do after a long day of work and school, or if it’s more that I see what blogging has done to the people around me, and the negative effects that seem to linger.

It seems that everywhere I look, people have blogs, and they are so excited about them. This is my third blog I have tried to keep, and I suck at it. This proves to be sort of ironic in a sense because I actually adore all things technology and all things that have to do with the internet. I am regularly on Twitter and Facebook and a number of other sites, but sitting down to write about myself just doesn’t really feel that real to me.

But let’s give this a try again. It’s been a seriously emotional week for me. I don’t even really know where to begin and I won’t even really let you in on the details of the week because they are far too personal to openly express on a public blog. Let’s just say my mind got taken on quite the roller coaster ride. From feeling and being attacked for no reason, to reconnecting with a friend I thought I might never again, thing are summed up rather simply; it’s been a good week.

School and work are over the top obnoxious at the moment. I just feel like right around this time, middle of October moving into November really starts wearing me thin. I feel the pressure of midterms and the changing seasons and I know that something heavy is coming. Finals week this year is in mid-December, which isn't any surprise, except I leave for Chicago the day after my last final. Talk about nerve racking and stressful. I know this is two months off, but my neurotic brain just can’t shut off these sorts of worries.

That brings me to Chicago. I am going to a weekend concert with my good friend Jasmine for six days in December. I cannot even begin to tell you how excited I am for the trip. I want it to be December now so that I can be on a flight to one of the coldest places in the US and standing in line to see the most amazing bad in the history of music (according to me, of course.) Did I mention that they called me? KILL HANNAH actually gave me a call on my cell phone last Saturday to simply thank me for some of the promotional work that I am doing for them. I can’t tell you how epic THAT was, but that’s a whole other rant, and I won’t bore you with, since the people who generally care that much already know every detail of the phone call. Needless to say, I ADORE this band, as people and for what they do with their music.

I think I'm beginning to ramble. So happy I'm talking to Carerra again, she and I have always had so much in common and the irony of reconnecting on the same ground that we now have in common when both of our lives have taken such different directions is absolutely crazy. I also thank her for helping me begin my long journey into nursing school.

That’s right, I changed my major. I am becoming a nurse. This is good news all around. =]

It is 2:34am right now, after a week of very little sleep, I am going to crawl into my bed and try my hardest to fall asleep, and tomorrow... my goal is midnight, even if it kills me. Ill post again soon, I hope.