"Landslide"

 

 

"Believe that life is worth living and your belief will help create the fact."

 -William James

Just when it seems like sometimes my weeks are showing promise and I might be getting things together, something has to happen. No one can get everything they ask for all the time and if you do, something has to happen. My proof? This weekend. I had a TERRIBLE Glee Club rehearsal where everyone got terribly frustrated. It took us a good hour and a half to get a simple harmony of three words down and my officers and I were frustrated beyond belief. They went and drank and did what they had to do. I stayed home... and cried.
Basically I've questioned everything that has lead up to this point. Then when I finally did get to sleep, I got woken up by a drunk Sergio.
Apparently I did something that got him totally irked and now he hates my guts and I SERIOUSLY did nothing for this one (and when I get sleep I will explain this further) but seriously, this week everything kind of added up on me.
I bombed my Music Theory midterm (which if it goes as well as I think it did -and it didn't go well at all) then I can give up my dreams of being a voice major.
I'm going up against the grain trying to get my Glee Club going.
I was literally so tired today that I not only went to the wrong class on the wrong day but accidentally picked up someone's order at Starbucks and then forgot the words to the song I was supposed to sing at work today.

Maybe there's more coming my way but I can't help but think that I almost totally forgot about my birthday this Saturday. Another year has come and gone. Two years of being single. One year of being in college. I remember blogging about it last year and contemplating what my year of 18 would be like. Never did I think I would forget my own birthday, or much less have to schedule it. I'm realizing now, that I'm getting older and more worn. I'm wondering if when I look back 365 days from now, if life will make any sense.

We'll see how that goes but until then, cheers to my last day of being 18 years old: the end of one very long year.