I'm not very good at blogging, I think sometimes. I talk about abstract things... or make real things abstract, so Brendan and Toshya and Co. have to e-mail/call me and make sure everything's all right. I'm not turning into a goth child. I do not burn my name into my arm or glare from underneath blackened lids, wishing hellfire on passersby.
(Also, another something that kind of bothers me... isn't it passersby, and not passerbys?)
Mostly I'm bad at blogging because I never make it clear exactly what's going on in my life. Things just appear out of nowhere, springing into Cordelia's path and making her wonder... what on earth is she talking about?
I'll clarify for everyone, because I realize I haven't really said it before. On Monday, I start school at Stevens-Henager College, on the Provo campus. I am going through their medical specialties course, which takes twenty months of schooling straight through. I'm so excited I can hardly even contain myself. The schedule is great. I only attend four days a week, Monday through Thursday, and my schedule rotates from month to month. In June, I'll go from 8:30 to 2:00, and then in July I only go until 11:00... and it keeps going back and forth that way.
I've been very, very reluctant to go back to school, and I don't know why. It never seemed like the right time until now. So I feel like I'm going to burst.
That Something is coming, and I'm going to school, and everything is looking skyward.