before.

before i collapse in my bed, i'd like to squeeze out the remnants of a busy day onto paper, or digital document, i should say.
tis one thing to have bumper to bumper traffic with daily events: cello choir until 8:30, school until 4, rehearsal until 6:30, [other activity] lasting no longer than 9 if not theatre-related...
but once they start overlaying each other is what ignites a sort of unsolvable problem, for i will always have to cut something short in order to hurry my ass to the next destination and/or responsibility i must attend to. (oh dear, a preposition at the end of a sentence. forgive me.) as troublesome and exhausting as it on my part, business (and i do mean it in the context of busy-ness) is but a reassurance that you're doing something with your life. a personal reality examination i very much thrive upon. (another preposition!) i should really stop editing these so that they could pass an english grammar check. who cares? SEE, i need to relax.
relax, sammy, relax.
talking to yourself in third person is quite uncomfortable. i'm not a fan. however i do it much when i talk to myself?

i basically have one month of academics left.
YEEEE-HAAAW!
but really, i'm getting antsier by the second; a feeling i'm sure all are experiencing.
then i'll be shipped off to dallas, where i'll continue my life, alone and on my own. a bit intimidating, yes? well, i welcome it; i embrace it. it's time i wean myself off the love from my parents and physically step into my own world. mentally and spiritually, i've been separated from them for quite some time, although i continue to reevaluate their encouragement in regards to everything i do. a funny relationship we have. not exactly do we treat each other as "mother and father" and "daughter" but more of "we have raised you" and "own person." if that makes any sense at all.

i truly do have more to say, but i simply cannot stay awake. goodnight.