I feel so busy and I know Libby is being neglected.
Right now I am up to my neck in reading, work, and Gamma Sig.
I work 3 days a week, which is starting to feel a little overwhelming. I signed up to be a volunteer at Bear Hollow on weekends, and possibly Fridays. There's the possibility of doing park work, helping take care of the animal, and a variety of other jobs I could get. I'm really excited and I hope this commitment will help me keep up my hours, since my mornings are the only real time I have left to give. I'm thinking about reducing my Thursday hours, but that's the one shift at Bolton that needs the most right now.

I guess in the end you have to take care of yourself first. Without a sane mind one really can't help others.

Labels: Bear Hollow, Bolton, college, volunteering

Life update:
Last Wednesday - Last Day of Summer at Bolton. A fellow employee chucked a carton of ice cream at me. Bruise came in Friday. Blood came immediately.
Thursday - Moved out of Lakeside.
Friday - Family & hair cut & good times.
Saturday - Six Flags + Youth Group = Migraine Central.
Sunday - Recovery + Shopping + Megan's birthday dinner + repacking.
Tomorrow - 7:30 AM Doctor's Appointment (thanks a bunch mom) + Leslie + Sarah.

Those are all the stories I have. You can ask about them, or you could just be plain better off.

You are everything, you are nothing at all.

Labels: Bolton, lists, migraines

I want to get back to everything I've been missing, but at the same time, I want change. Badly.
This past year I've mentioned change over and over and over again. I changed for the worse, I got better. I wanted to feel involved, and then I wanted my space. I wanted to write about hope and then I got better instead. The journey isn't over. I've put some additions on the old book list and now I have around 250 to read. I don't have enough of a summer for all that. But it will be good to move along my book list. The Jane Austin Book Club inspired me. But alas, it's the same idea we've been tossing for the past two years. They read what another wrote years ago, we yearn to read what we've wrote, just ten minutes ago.

I've begun a summer mixtape trade thing with my coworkers at Bolton. The idea was birthed around Eat Smart and from there Jessica and I have nurtured it. So far there are just over 30 people participating. One girl asked me if I was on prom committee or student government in high school, and all I could do was give her the strangest look. I know where she was coming from, but she obviously does not see where I've come from. Maybe I'm misrepresented at work. I'm always as polite as I can be, I never really interject into big conversations, if I didn't develop a friend group I would have been doomed to be that quiet girl no one notices who gets stuck with jobs like dusting the plants. I think before the mixtape, I had no voice at Bolton.

Well anyway, if I can organize 30 people to exchange mixtapes I should be able to get 5 or 6 girls together to read poetry and short stories, right? And if I can read my writing to people with far greater talent than myself, I should be able to be my awkward caring self at work.

Labels: Bolton, books, change, Jane Austen Book Club, mixtapes, writing, writing group