Houston we have our 1st Blog

So I have no clue what I'm doing...just gonna throw that one out there now.

So here I am, sitting on my bed in my dorm. Alone. Waiting for my brother to pick me up to head out to a funeral in morning. It's currently 11:53 pm and I am bored. Besides that, I am also a plethora of emotions.

I am excited. I have my music jury next week (Tuesday at 2:36 pm). I real extremely confident about it and can't wait to get it over with and start some new music next semester.

I am tired. It has been a long semester. In addition to a German Class that has been kicking my ass, I have had of personal issues that I have been fighting my way through. But I think I finally see the light at the end of the tunnel.

I am scared. I don't know what my future holds. I don't like not knowing.

I am sad. Though the semester has been long, I love it here and don't want to go back to Rogers City in less than 2 weeks.

I am hopeful. I have been neglectful of some friendships over the past semester or two, but I think there is a much better relationship between me and those people. I also have started to get to know someone that I was afraid to for a long time. And these few days have caused me to go to bed with a smile on my face, because they are so much more than I thought they were.

I am cold. Maybe I'll grab my blanket.

I am angry. I constantly feel like I am ignored by my family. They don't care to understand that I am not the 10 year "Mikey" anymore. That was 10 years ago. I have changed a little. Not only am I 2 feet taller, but I think for myself now. I have my own schedule and I can't drop every single thing at the drop of a hat. When I make a commitment to something, I stay committed and will not be strayed. I do things that I believe is right for me, not you. I love to do things for other people, but I have learned that you will have no sense of who you are, if you don't think of yourself every once in awhile.

It's 12:04 now.

I am changing. I am not the same person I was when I moved in this semester. But I don't regret anything. I have realized that some people are not who I thought they were, both for the good and the not so good.

I am hungry. I hope when my brother gets here that he'll take me to Taco Bell. I've been craving a quesadilla for the last few days.

I am still childish. I love Disney and always will. Insignificant drama still effects me, though it shouldn't. I am constantly pouting, then laughing, then throwing a fit, then I calm and collected.

I know I have said I a lot. But I see nothing wrong with that. Like I said if you don't think or act for yourself you won't know who you are. I am slowly starting to really find that out. Now if only school work would stop getting in the way =P

I hope this was a good 1st blog. Idk how often I will do this, or if I'll ever do it again. But there's only one way to find out....