I'm addicted to holding hands.

I've been so lax in updating here and, in doing so, I've forgotten just how therapeutic it is for me to get the shit out of my head and into this digital box.

I'm going to be a student teacher this year. Can you believe it? I feel like I just graduated high school and this spring, I'll be graduating from college. On to a "real" job with "real" responsibility. A "real" life even. I can't imagine how this will all play out in a year. So much can happen...

I'm hoping that this year brings about tremendous growth in so many different arenas of my life. I don't want to jinx myself and say, "I want this to happen" or "I couldn't be happier if just this one thing worked out." I simply just want to grow and to change. I've spent some time questioning myself and feeling a bit insecure about some things, but I'm trying to remind myself that my life is my life and who I am can only be determined by me. It should only be determined by me. People are fooling themselves when they say that they don't care what anyone thinks about them, but I think in some cases, I care way more than is really necessary. Self-creation is an overwhelming process. I intend to come out on top of all obstacles and undergo a metamorphosis of sorts that transforms me into something so much more beautiful than who I am now.

On an unrelated side note, concerts like the one I was at this evening, make me want a boy in my life so badly. Just one.

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Arianne