Forgive me if I stutter from all this clutter in my head...

Lately I've been contemplating regret and the role in plays in my demise sometimes. I tend to lose sight of how grateful I should be because I dwell on the decisions I've made.

What if I had chosen to go to a larger school? What if I really had transferred freshman year like I almost did? I'd have a basketful of the experiences other people have that I so envy. But I'd also have missed out on the opportunities that tiny E&H has to offer. Would I think differently about the world I live in? Would I have a sense of community?

What if I had supressed my opinions? Would more people appreciate my presence? Would I not be that "loud mouthed girl" that has taken over my identity?

What if I had never joined a sorority? Would I have friends? Would I find my own tiny niche?

Guh, anyway.

Spring Break is almost here. I'm so happy I could burst. I'm so so happy.

I cannot believe that I've almost finished THREE years of college. I'm going to be a senior and that's scary as hell. I have so much to prepare for after college. Grad School.. heck yes.

Our apartment is digusting, BUT we're cleaning this weekend. It's gotten really bad because we're hardly ever here and when we are, we're too exhausted to pick up our stuff. I DREAD moving out of here because it's going to need a huge scrubbing down. I have to start looking for a one bedroom apartment for may. Eek. Scary.