D is For Lysdexia

Tomorrow I'm seeing the Les Miserables Broadway cast tour in Denver! I'll be missing my last two classes of the day, and I'm rather excited :) Aside form that, I'm going to write a fairly light-hearted post (about fucking time, I know..) in order to further avoid the 30 pages of AP Euro notes that I have to take.

I mean, I loves me some fucked up European dudes killing each other for hundreds of years on end, but I honestly can't be arsed to write pages and pages of notes on them right now. Just can't focus.

Writing this post is proving to be a bit of a chore as well... I keep having to go back and rewrite things and delete little pointless bits of crap, honing my unedited thoughts into a slightly more polished form. Usually I don't edit too heavily, if at all, but my brain is all over the place right now, and my dyslexia is all like "fuck you" and therefore every other word I write is tremendously misspelled. (I'd like you all to know that I misspelled "misspelled" and had to go back and fix it.. irony, thy name is dyslexic daughter of two people who have minor literary degrees)

Maybe I should just blog in pictures, sounds, and motions.

Which reminds me, I've begun posting on my photo blog again. There's a link to it on the upper right side of this blog, I'd appreciate it you would check it out :)
Usually, the lighter, shallower stuff goes on there, and my life goes on here. It's like a balance.

Speaking of balance, though it's been eluding me lately, I think I'm finally beginning to bring some semblance of equality back into my life. I feel very zen today, which is a nice change form the usual chicken-with-its-head-cut-off feeling. What with school kicking my ass, and then rehearsal kicking it more, usually I'm crazy stressed all the time, and then we get to the weekend and I bitch about being bored because I have nothing to do.

That's changing as my workload lessens and becomes more manageable and my weekends become more filled with plans. It's like things are finally falling into place and the chaos inside my soul is quieting itself down and taking a breather.

OMG CUTE STORY TIME:
So I was pawing through my rack of hoodies (I have a standing coatrack in my room that holds only my multitude of hoodies) and I came across a hoodie I wore a lot over the summer, and I felt something in its pocket. I sometimes leave random shit in the pockets of jackets, always assuming that I'm going to wear the jacket again soon enough that I'll find whatever I left. Except, I never do.

Anyway! I reach into the pocket of this particular hoodie and find a lighter. Not just any lighter, Wsb's lighter. It was blue and not incredibly unique, but it seemed to signify all of our late-night adventures, and then I smiled and missed him a little bit. Not too much, just enough to have a little 10-second flashback to kissing him on his front porch.

And right at this moment, the song "When The Day Met The Night" by Panic! At The Disco came on my iPod. Listen to the song, it's probably my favorite one they've ever done, and you'll understand why I was like "dawww!".

Sigh. Summer is over.
Julia