overdue

Over this crazy break, my blogging duties got the shaft. No worries, though. It'll be back in full swing soon enough... if anyone even reads this.
I guess my most exciting news which most of you know is that I found a roommate! She is awesome. We have a ton of things in common, are studying the same thing, want to join the same sorority and hate the same things so it should be really fun.
In other news, I never thought a day would come when I call into work because of the temperature, but sure enough today was the day. I can honestly say I have never been this cold in my entire life. I've decided that it's best for my personal well-being if I don't go to school tomorrow if it really is 3 degrees like it's supposed to be. Someday I'll thank me.
Lastly, I love being reminded of how incredible my friends are. Next year I think the thing I'll miss the most is just lazy nights sitting around with my friends. I've learned so much from them and I wouldn't trade those friendships for anything.
Until warmer weather or inspiration...

This post is going to be on the creepy/eerie side.

I think that as time goes on, I get more and more paranoid of death. Not just of myself dying, but my parents, my brothers and my friends. They say that in high school you'll know 3 people who die. I know at least 7 off the top of my head. I guess it just makes me wonder why that couldn't happen to me, and honestly, it could. I can't get in a fight with someone for more than an hour because I get paranoid that they're going to die or I will. It's honestly tearing me apart. I guess when my time comes, it comes but I'm really unsatisfied with that answer.

a resolution

Tonight I went to a friend's mother's funeral. Honestly, this is not something I imagined myself doing over Christmas break. She had breast cancer and died in a coma the night after Christmas. Of course when I found out, my thoughts immediately jumped to my own mother. I tried to remember the last thing I said to her, the last thing I did for her. I guess it's times like these that I'm reminded of how quickly life comes and goes. In the blink of an eye, my entire life can change. I try to convince myself that this could never happen to me, but that's out of my control.

In light of a tragic event, my "resolution" is to love more openly. My family is not the touchy-feely type, but I want to be okay with hugging my mom for no reason. I want to take my little brother out to dinner just to spend time with him. In 8 months, that's not going to be an easy thing to do and I'm wasting time without realizing it. I guess this break has just been a huge wake-up call. Every minute that passes is time I'll never get back; why throw it away?