Driving Down the One-Oh-One...

Driving home is such an intimate and enjoyable experience for me. I get to blast my power love ballads (thank you, Celine and Whitney) and sing along at the top of my lungs. And no, you'll probably never get a chance to hear my falsetto. It's reserved for VIPs only (namely, myself). Chances are if you're reading this, however, you've probably experienced my vocal talents.

So, I made it home. I got to speed the whole way and didn't see a single law enforcement officer. Luck was on my side again, seeing as I got pulled over for going 10 over this summer and somehow managed to get off with a verbal warning. I don't know what it is about speeding. Maybe it allows me to be the reckless person I rarely am. The release you feel as you're weaving in and out of traffic and dancing to your favorite upbeat guilty pleasure(s).

I'm still trying to figure out what I'm thankful for. Not because I'm not thankful for anything. Well, some might say that. I'm still narrowing it down. And anxiously anticipating seeing the relatives on Thursday. Maybe it won't be as awkward as it usually is? Wishful thinking. I'll still be the black sheep.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oNRs0RM3EEE

Deep city lights...

Moving to Minneapolis has probably been one of the best decisions of my seemingly short life. I have no regrets about it whatsoever. I love the people, the places, the culture. I've learned a lot in my short stint here. I've also a done a lot of growing up, too. Some might disagree with me on that, but this isn't about them--it's about me. I now know what it means to be a number, insignificant for all intents and purposes. I know what it means to be a struggling college student, strapped for cash and trying to maintain an image--a very thin tightrope to walk. I know what it feels like to go from a cosmopolitan lifestyle to a quiet, isolated one and wonder how the hell you ever survived the sheer monotony.
The last year and a half of my life seem to have flown by. Maybe this is just how it's going to be from here on out. One more year and then I'm a college graduate. With a degree that won't do much for me. Maybe I'll move somewhere. Change the scenery again. You're supposed to get all the self-exploration done during college, but I don't think that I have yet. Maybe truly isolating myself will help me get it together.
Yikes. That was very Dear Diary of me. On a lighter note, Thanksgiving is upon us and I'm so excited to go home. Nothing like friends and family to cheer you up after a draining semester of classes. Stay tuned to see what I'm thankful for.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xB4LlEaK8eM&feature=related