Funky Friday

Wow, another week has passed! January's almost over. Isn't that weird? I'm actually pretty happy that the school year is seeming to speed by. A&P is not my friend, I've discovered.
Let's see, what is there to report?
I've been reading over some of my old stories, and I've got to say, they did a lot to make me appreciate what experience can do. Little subtleties, like knowing the difference between "straight" and "strait" have made so much difference! I won't tell you how many times I was banging my hand on the table in frustration and annoyance at my younger self. I'll just say that my hand was hurting for awhile.
The consistent thing that I found was that the stories themselves were intriguing, but the writing left much to be desired. Maybe something worth revisiting?
While reading these stories, I realized that I haven't completed a story since 2009. Which makes sense, because that's the year that I graduated from high school and started college. Proof: College messes up your rhythm.
College, the first step to adulthood. Thankfully, my mom hasn't pushed me into getting a job as well as being in college. (Although participating in plays takes up that energy--I'm not complaining.) College really has been an interesting journey. I've learned so much about the world and people (some things that I'd rather not know...but I'll spare you the details). I've also discovered something that a teacher friend has told me: when in college, everyone begins to pair off. Which is totally fine; I'm not complaining that I'm single. But it becomes really awkward and weird when you come back from break and everyone is in a relationship. Third wheel, anyone?
It's cool, though. Thankfully I do have a few single friends, so I'm not TOTALLY outnumbered. And, as a famous black playwright said, "I've got a man, and his name is JESUS!"
Seriously, I'm not rushing this. Wandering around looking for a relationship from every guy that I see is a surefire way to get my heart broken, and I'm trying to avoid that, if at all possible. So for now, I'm totally content to just trust that God knows what He's doing, and He'll bring the right guy in my direction when we're both ready.
I am praying about it though, just to be clear.
Not a long post this week. I've actually got homework screaming at me and a test on Monday. And I'd rather be spending Sunday night ballroom dancing than cramming.
Speaking of ballroom...
I am so happy that ballroom's back! It's such a great workout, and it's fun! I've been sore for most of this week, though...five hours of dancing in heels can do that to you. I'm pretty sure that the heels aren't going to make it as long on Sunday.
Alright, homework! I hear you!  Signing off with a quote that doesn't have anything to do with anything, because it's just that kind of day.

  "Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die."