Friday Five

1. I'm leaving for college on Sunday! This year is going to be so different, I actually know what I'm doing now (to a point). I'll have my car with me, too, so hopefully I'll get to know my way around the area a little better. I'm just hoping to not spend as much time sitting in my room this year. I spent so much time watching netflix last year...whoops! Hopefully I won't add too much to my addictive world of Friday Night Lights/Downton Abbey/Avatar: The Last Airbender.

2. Speaking of college, I still have a lot of packing to do. I do have a lot of my clothes packed, and much of my stuff is already in my new apartment, but there's still a sizable amount of work left. I can probably finish it in an evening, I'm just not looking forward to it at all. I've been putting it off until the last minute, and it's definitely getting down to it. My family is going shopping about an hour out of town tomorrow, to fill in some gaps in my wardrobe before I go back to school, so I guess I'll just have to get it all together when we get home, or Sunday morning/early afternoon before I leave.

3. Last night, I fell asleep in my clothes, with the lights on, curled up on the only empty spot on my bed amid a sea of clothes, books, and who knows what else. It really wasn't that, I don't think it was 3 am yet. I don't know if it means I'm sleep-deprived, or maybe I was just really tired last night. I don't feel quite that tired yet tonight, so maybe I'll actually make it into bed like a normal person before I pass out!

4. My boyfriend was driving me home tonight and we got to talking about ghosts and demons and Paranormal Activity. I've never actually seen it, and I kind-of-want-to-and-kind-of-don't, in one of those ways where I feel like I should see it because everyone has and it's so scary and good and blah blah blah, but I don't actually want to see it and get the shit scared out of me. We got into believing in demonic powers and stuff like that, Jim said that he doesn't like it because he doesn't like things that he can't fight back against. I just don't like it, don't like thinking about it. It freaks me out a little bit. I actually think that it's one thing that's kind of drawn me back to religion in the last year or two, which I guess might sound a little ridiculous, but I'm going on the basis that if I believe in one, the other just comes along too, hand-in-hand, right? It also makes me feel a little bit safer. If I'm afraid that the scary things might get me, it feels a little bit better to believe too that something opposite might be able to save me.

5. Sometimes I kind of wish that I had kept up with the guitar lessons that I took when I was 14. I wasn't great, I was hardly good, but I knew the notes and some chords and I could learn when I practiced. Softball got in the way though, and I quit lessons saying that I would go back in the summer, although of course I never did. Now my guitar sits locked away in its case at the foot of my bed, staring at me when I walk past. Maybe I could go back to it, but I almost feel like if I do, it'll be a bit along the track that "playing guitar makes you cool". Not that I even think that way, but my boyfriend is in a band and all of his friends are music-proficient, and I would just feel a lot like I was learning to play so that I could fit in, or because I was inspired by their band or something. Not that that would be a bad thing I guess, but it's not even close to the truth, and I know that I shouldn't care what it looks like anyway, I just can't help it. Oh well. Maybe my sister will use it someday, she wants to learn. I guess we'll see.