i'm going to be completely honest, probably 80% of this blog will be about something that we haven't been talking about in class. i do like english, but it's not really something that i want to spend 20 minutes writing about after class. plus it's a lot easier for me to talk about myself.
i hail from northern virginia; specifically alexandria. i went to edison high school in fairfax county, which is the richest county in northern virginia as well as the largest. there's over 10 schools in one small county. me and most of my friends lived on the main road, franconia, which is in the guiness book of world records for the street with the most churches. and no i'm not lying. driving down the road for not even 5 minutes, you'll see at least 3 schools and at least 5 churches -- in a row. edison high school really wasn't like any other highschool that i'd seen. cliques don't exist, really, everyone pretty muched talked to eachother. but because of that, there was always drama, especially with girls. and that is one of the main reasons why i was unbelievably happy to leave NoVA. considering that i've lived in a suburban setting for most of my life, richmond is the complete opposite. and i'm having to deal with plenty of withdrawls. i miss my cats, and my family, my car, and mostly my boyfriend. my boyfriend recently left for basic combat training in august; he's stationed in for benning, georgia. my roommates going to read this and think that i'm incredibly corny. it's been really hard for me, though, to not be able to talk to him or see him everyday. after spending mostly every second together, and now not being able to talk at all except though letters is unbelievably difficult. i hate to say it, but this is probably what most of my entries will be about. as a matter of fact, i just was able to talk to him about 30 minutes ago. i feel like i have to keep my phone with me at all times, because i have no idea when or if he'll be able to call me. it's extremely stressful. talking to him on the phone is soothing, but at the same time makes me even more stressed out. because he's at training, they limit the amount of pretty much anything he's allowed to do. which means that while i'm trying to get in as much of what i've been doing the past few days and listen to how he is, there's a woman in the background screaming, "one minute", "thirty seconds", and i start worrying that the phone is just going to cut off. in the end, however, i know that this is what he's wanted more than anything in a long time, and i couldn't be more proud of him. alright -- enough emotional stuff.
i'm really excited about classes actually getting started and everything. and i'm really excited about AFO. aaaand if you get to know me, i'm really nice. most of what i talk about is either my cats, or volkswagens, so if you're into that we can definately get along.
this felt like a good first entry.. i hope it was.