Headin' on out

Well this will probs be my last blog for awhile. I am going home 2mro, and more than likely won't have internet til I get back to school in 30 days. And I don't like that fact one bit! Not only will I not be up to date on my facebook gossip, but I also won't be able to play mousehunt!

Anyways...I have been really thankful for this semester. I've had a lot of time to think about it today, and this has been one heck of a semester. It's had so many ups and downs I'm surprised I haven't gotten motion sickness.

My grades aren't amazing...but also aren't bad. My friendships have changed so much. Some people that I thought I was going to get super close with, ended up getting on my last nerve, and others that I thought would just be there, ended up helping me the most. I love it.

It just goes to show that you don't know what life is going to throw at you. But that is what makes it fun and worth living. Though the ride is almost never a smooth ride, the checkpoints and the final destination are so worth it.

I think I should be a writer sometimes, cuz this is fun. But then I'd have to good at things like grammar and spelling....I think I'll sick with music.

I don't want to go back to Rogers City. I feel at home here, and finally feel like I really belong.

I love everything that's happened to me lately, even the not so good.

I do miss my Busia, and will enjoy seeing her again...but I don't want to leave.

Right now I am rambling cuz I am bored and have nothing else to do. I'm sorry if this is getting boring lol.

I think I'll end with a random poem that I found via Yahoo Search:

Friendship isn't always easily described. The Eskimos, they say, have a hundred different words for snow. Unfortunately, the English language isn't quite as innovative, though it has vast opportunities to differentiate meaning. Certainly, Love is one of those opportunities. And so, too, is Friendship.
Instead of different words, however, we're stuck with simple adjectives. Close friend. Best friend. Childhood friend. Intimate friend. Trusted friend. Beloved friend. But whether you use adjectives or different words, few could deny the nearly infinite meaning in such a simple word.
Friends are special people. We can't pick our family, and we're sorely limited in the number of them at any rate. Society and mores (and often our own conscience) dictate we select a single mate. But our friends can be as diverse and infinite as the adjectives we choose. Our friends, in a very real sense, reflect the choices we make in life.