It's me again.

Which I'm sure all of you are excited about.
This blog post is dedicated to all the random thoughts that have been bouncing around in my brain lately. Which, of course, makes it very un-different to all my other entries.

I say "oh I'm going to do so well in school," then after the second week, I'm just trying to stay alive. School is ridiculos. It's like all of my teachers think that I have no life outside of their class. I've had homework every day.

We're learning a new dance in my dancing class (dance in dancing..imagine that), and it looks really cute so far! Maybe a tad skanky, but still cute. My legs are sore, which is why I felt the need to mention all that.

I'm still staying silent about the new possible love (love is such a strong word. Like, maybe?) intrest. No need to break what isn't broken just for the sake of it. The only guys showing any real "let's hang out" intrest in me at the moment are two guys who, while both being very nice, sweet guys, I can't see myself with. At this point it's hard for me to see myself with anyone. Some days, I dislike myself so much I find it almost unfathomable that anyone else could like me, even enough to be my friend. I may come back and post some things I've written on that subject..

Now this is going to sound stupid to some of you..be forwarned.
I'm scared I'm losing what makes me special. My hair, my voice. I'm not the littlest anymore. Things like that.
I'm terrified of being like everyone else. Maybe that's driven by my selfish want for recognition, but it's still true. The traits that people have identified me by are changing.
My hair is losing its curl, and it hasn't been naturally blonde in over a year. My voice doesn't "wow" people like it seemed to when I was younger. I'm not the shortest, thinnest girl I know of anymore. I know, I probably sound like a crazy woman..but there it is. I pride myself on being different..and I know that my hair isn't me, my voice isn't me. But it's a big, vain part of me. So I'm scared.

I'm getting up way early tomorrow, so I'll take my leave of you.
Thanks, as always, for taking time to read my nonsense.
Comment if you feel the urge.

Until then,
Anna