She Would Even Miss You if You Taught Her Sight

I like being social. Making new friends, getting to get to know someone from the start and whatnot. With changing jobs and going to the improv shows on Friday I feel like this bombardment of new people. Learning new names, new tidbits of information to keep in my head and remember the next time we see each other. It's been fun. I feel like I hadn't met a lot of new people in the past two years. I stayed at the same job with mostly the same people. I still have my core group of friends from high school. Not a lot of branching, that's all I'm saying.

Now that I work for a college, I've decided to take advantage of free classes and I've signed up for two. I chose both online courses as the thought of working from 9-6 and then staying an extra 3+ hours seems like the worse idea. Who knows though, I may change my mind next semester.

I'm taking a class on books that were adapted for movies. I'm excited as a lot of my favorite books have been made into movies. Which I will admit kind of irks me. I hate telling people that one of my favorite books is for instance, "House of Sand and Fog" and have them say, "Oh, like the movie?". No not like the movie, like the book, that was later turned into a movie. Although sometimes I will read the book after seeing a movie if I liked it enough. I digress. I have to reread Atonement, which was one of the saddest books I've ever read, so that should be fun. And Joy Luck Club! I have loved this movie since I was little and I've actually owned the book for awhile but never read it because I know how emotional it's going to be. But I guess I'll be delving in soon. The other class is a screen writing class. That'll be challenging. I've always been secretly interested in writing my own screenplay, but I'm completely intimidated by it.

I hope I haven't taken on too much. Working full time then two classes that apparently require at least 18+ hours a week. When do I get to sleep?

Oh I Wish I Could Live That Now

"My days are filled with mistakes
Some that I didn't make
I carry them around
Some people don't feel a thing
Some kind of blissful dream
Wish I could live that now

10,000 stones are hanging
deep in my heart
no I don't know how they
don't tear me apart

I've seen a lot in my life
When everything was crashing
I know that you got your plans
But I was only asking
I was never asking for"

How can not being honest with you be so much easier than being honest? Just a small taste of what I've been feeling, now all I feel is guilty.