Anna: My Rut and Why Its Turning Me Into a Basketcase

I just need to say this. I'm terrified I will never go anywhere with life.

When I say that, I don't mean "I don't think I'll be successful" or "I won't be recognized for achievements." I mean I'm scared I won't accomplish any of my goals or make a difference in the world. I'm getting cynical about humanity and about how much I can actually change the world before I've even tried! It just seems like such an impossible task. People slaughtering each other as if its second nature, people starving and dying from disease and genocide and whatnot. These are the issues I'm passionate about. They are what motivate me to get up in the goddamn morning. But it just seems so impossible. Forget the fact that I'm just some nobody from America....how can I possibly tackle such issues as these and actually make a dent in life?

I mean, these aren't just community neighbor squabbles. People are fucking dying. They live in unthinkable poverty, they often don't have access to education or medicine, they often live under harsh dictatorships. Jesus Christ. The list goes on and on, and I just feel like I can't do anything about it. As much as I want all this suffering to just stop, I feel like I'm an ant trying to move a mountain, one grain of sand at a time. And I've still got two fucking years of school left. I'm not supposed to feel this helpless and cynical yet. Not before I've even gone out on the field.

Lets face it, I'm panicking. I have always been able to feel myself moving toward something. Toward my black belt in Taekwando, toward high school graduation and college, toward AP exams, etc. I've always been working for something. But now, I'm just stagnate. Its the first time in my life that I've looked into my future and seen a huge void of nothingness and it scares the hell out of me. I have no plan. I have no strategy of how my life is going to work after I graduate. Where will I go, what will I do, who will I work for, and will my work actually benefit someone? Or will I just be another well-meaning soul who was absorbed into the system and turned into a 9-5 robot?

I can't see myself "going places" and "doing things" because I don't even know where to start. Sure, I'll get my degree and then what? Hope that I can somehow pay for graduate school? Political science isn't a field in which I can plan to be "teacher" or "doctor" or "engineer." I feel like I have to create something out of nothing, and I'm not good at doing that. I'm not an artist. I work with what's given to me, which is why schedules and lists and plans keep me sane.

I'm passionate about what I'm studying. I can't help it. But what good is passion if I don't do anything with it? If all my potential and ambition just withers away while I get distracted by trying to keep myself alive and off the streets? I wouldn't be able to stand that.

God, I'm going crazy.

Zach: He's reading the syllabus AT us.

He is reading the syllabus AT us. not to us. AT us.

It is terrible. I want to punch life in the face. second semester of music history and he is reading the terribly written and horribly formatted syllabus at us.

Other things are going pretty well right now. I think I am going to be in the Wind Ensemble when I want to be in Orchestra, but hopefully by next semester I will be in Orchestra because I want to play Carmen and that is the Opera for next semester.

This is it for now though because I probably shouldn't be on my laptop in class, especially because I am one of 12 students. Bleh

Anna & Zach: Until Next Time

I just wanna say that you guys are fucking rad. I had an awesome time reconnecting....and even though time was short, it was a good break from the monotony of a dreary summer. THANK YOU. You guys are, always were, and always will be, my best friends. Family. Fambly. Keep on keeping on this next year. Be awesome, be well, and stay beautiful.

Love.

The time was short, but awesome. Imma miss you guys when we leave tomorrow, and before, and after. And all the time. Until we see each other again. Keep on keepin on.

H: These days

Hey guys, sorry I am always bitching about something recently. I'm VENTING.

I have moved. My house is fucking awesome, it's just like a dream.

My dad came home from tour, was nice to me for about 12 hours, then started a fight with me (which he denies starting) and drilled into my head about how mean I am "you are mean you are mean you are mean you are mean." For half an hour, these are the only words that came out of his mouth; I left, came home, and the next time I talked to him at 8 pm, he called me just to tell me how mean I am. Can you fucking believe that? It would be nice to be UPLIFTED by my father. It would be nice to have somebody to be able to lean on when I wasn't strong enough to stand by myself. I look at the past and I see how great my dad was. He was my hero. Now I do all I can to avoid him because everytime I see him it's yell yell yell mean mean mean bad person bad person bad person.

Everybody fucking loves me because I am a nice, considerate, generous person who would do ANYTHING for her friends, ANY of my friends. I'M FUCKING AWESOME. And I am not afraid to say it. Let my ego inflate, I need it. Yeah, I can be mean, but then again, so can even the nicest person. And I have NEVER been a BAD person. I can't say that I am a good person, but I do what I can.

Anyway, my house is awesome, did I mention that?

I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU, ZACHERY AND ANNA!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Also, my car is fixed. And I made a quilt.