Guess what, another blog about 2008.
When at the beginning of 2008 I wrote a blog about 2007 and the things that had changed for me during that year, I did it because I was really grateful and I wanted to share the amazingness that was my life at the time with the whole of GSB. A lot of things have happened since then, and since I'm twice as grateful as I was then for everything I have now, I guess I might as well write a blog about it.
So yeah, 2008. Weird year.
The beginning of it was a lot like the ending of 2007. Me getting used to having friends, going out with friends, and going to school like usual. A normal life, and I enjoyed it. In February I went to Spain for a week for an exchange; I stayed at a Spanish girl's house with one of my classmates. It was nice, even though it rained all the time and we couldn't go out much. During this whole time I was very heartbroken because of a stupid crush I used to have on someone who didn't deserve my attention, too heartbroken to realize what I had: amazing friends, and a very good life in general.
It all went like this until Easter, when I went to a party at a friend's house. It was one of those parties where everybody gets drunk and high, and I had a lot of fun being the only one who was sober as usual. Then came April, and when I say April I mean April 12th. It was a really good day and thinking back about what happened then and how I felt, everything that happened after was amazing. I didn't deserve someone as amazing and I regret all the times I acted like an idiot; the phone calls, the inside jokes, it was all worth it and it helped make me the person I am now.
May was a really weird month; I think one of the most confusing of my life. First off, it was when I realized that my best friend was really leaving: she was going to move to Boston and she had told me it months before, but I only realized it in May, when we randomly hugged in the school yard while I was listening to 'Seize The Day' by Avenged Sevenfold (I think the song helped me realize it). This made me feel really sad, but I tried to ignore it and just go on with my life. Another thing that happened in May was THE party. It was another party like the one I went to on Easter, with the same people too. Everybody got drunk and blahblahblah, and I ended up kissing my best friend (we're talking about a girl here, shockhorror). Some hours after, as I was lying on the couch waiting to fall asleep, the guy who was lying next to me started kissing me too, and I kissed him back. That was a very unusual thing for me and it got me confused for a very long time, but I was still immature at the time so it doesn't matter.
All this time I was still going to school and attending a guitar course at a music school, where I met some weird people like the scary goth kid who kept hitting on me in a really creepy way or the Jimi Hendrix obsessed guy who's still convinced I will play in his band. It was a really good experience and I loved it; when in June we played together, and failed at it, it was still great because of the bonds I could feel had formed between us all, a band of 15 people between 15 and 65 years of age.
The summer was what divided my year in two parts. There's the "before summer" and the "after summer" part of the year, and it's scary to think about the difference between them.
So. In June I met my friend Gee for the first time, she stayed over at my house for a few days and I introduced her to my friends, even though I don't think she liked them. Then, in July I had to leave, and I had to say goodbye to my best friend, who thought (or made me think) she was going to leave for Boston when I was in England. I was really sad, but then I arrived in England and it all got better. I stayed in England for a month, visiting places, meeting people and, most important of all, speaking English. Great experience and one of the best memories of 2008, despite my sister acting stupid as always. Then I went to Sardinia, to the same old place I go to every year; I met again my friends from the previous summer, and had a phase of complete craziness. My sleeping pattern was completely screwed up (it still is, but not as much) and I spent my nights on MSN talking to people, mainly Hannah. I wasted my last days of summer wishing I could go back home, because my best friend was still there and I wanted to see her.
When I finally got what I wanted and went back home it was weird, but good. I spent a few weeks going out all the time with my friends, before school started; I can remember the confusion I felt all the time because of some things people said and did, and I thought meant something when they actually didn't. On September 13th there was a "goodbye party" for my best friend, where everybody she knew and loved came to stay with her for the last time; the following day I went to the airport with her to see her leave. I don't know why I did it, because it just hurt me a lot and it still makes me feel uncomfortable thinking about it, but I felt like I had to.
After a week, I left too, for my second school exchange; I was going to spend three months in Madrid, living there, going to school there etc., with nine other girls I knew. Those three months were really weird. I met a lot of amazing people, and did a lot of amazing things, I learnt a lot of things about life and if I could, I'd surely go back. But all the time there, I wasn't feeling like this. I was rather depressed because of my best friend, and a bit pissed off all the time because the other girls basically ignored me all the time. But I have to say, if I had the chance to go back in time and re-live one of those crazy days in Madrid, waking up really late every day and having to run to go to school on time, then going out and smoking hookah and spending all the night on MSN until 4 am to talk to my best friend... If I had the chance, I'd go back to that. It was just life, and I liked it, after all.
I started acting more like an asshole; I thought I was important because of all my problems, and had a really bad "I hate the world" phase, which resulted in me trying to delete people from my life forever. I tried to leave GSB for a few times, but then came back; however, I realized that the people I knew on here weren't good enough for me (please note the sarcasm, I was the one who actually wasn't good enough for them).
My birthday was when I was there, and of course I had to get sick. I also got sick on December 19th, when I came back from Madrid. I got home at 2 am and immediately went to bed, with a really bad fever. Twelve hours later I heard someone knock at my door and thought I was hallucinating because of the fever when I saw my best friend come in the room. Honestly, having her back was the best Christmas present ever and I can't begin saying how grateful I am for that (I've already written a million blahs about that).
And today is New Year's Eve, and I'm thinking back about all that happened in 2008 and wondering how the hell I survived through all that. Like someone said to me barely a month ago, "if you write a rant about this year, it will be a best seller". It was just a really confusing year, with weird things happening, good and bad. I changed a lot during 2008; not only how I look (the main change was the fact that I cut my hair really short), but also how I am inside. In 2008, I learnt a lot of things about myself, and I learnt to accept them all; I didn't try to change them even if they were bad, because they're parts of me that I don't want to lose. I guess you could say I got to know myself better during this year, and I'm almost satisfied with who I am; I still have some flaws and imperfections I don't like, so in 2009 I'm going to work on accept those too. Also, this year I realized many things about the people around me, like realize a lot of things about people, like who is a real friend that I can trust and who's just been using me all along. I'm getting rid of the people I don't need and staying only with the ones I love and who love me back, the ones who made me who I am. Those are my New Year's resolutions.
This was really long and I don't expect anybody to read it, but I just had to write it. Also, it's really funny thinking about people reading this, so yeah. Thanks for reading if you really did.
One last thing, my i w buttin diesn't wirk, so I'm sorry if I've made any typos.
So yeah, 2008. Weird year.
The beginning of it was a lot like the ending of 2007. Me getting used to having friends, going out with friends, and going to school like usual. A normal life, and I enjoyed it. In February I went to Spain for a week for an exchange; I stayed at a Spanish girl's house with one of my classmates. It was nice, even though it rained all the time and we couldn't go out much. During this whole time I was very heartbroken because of a stupid crush I used to have on someone who didn't deserve my attention, too heartbroken to realize what I had: amazing friends, and a very good life in general.
It all went like this until Easter, when I went to a party at a friend's house. It was one of those parties where everybody gets drunk and high, and I had a lot of fun being the only one who was sober as usual. Then came April, and when I say April I mean April 12th. It was a really good day and thinking back about what happened then and how I felt, everything that happened after was amazing. I didn't deserve someone as amazing and I regret all the times I acted like an idiot; the phone calls, the inside jokes, it was all worth it and it helped make me the person I am now.
May was a really weird month; I think one of the most confusing of my life. First off, it was when I realized that my best friend was really leaving: she was going to move to Boston and she had told me it months before, but I only realized it in May, when we randomly hugged in the school yard while I was listening to 'Seize The Day' by Avenged Sevenfold (I think the song helped me realize it). This made me feel really sad, but I tried to ignore it and just go on with my life. Another thing that happened in May was THE party. It was another party like the one I went to on Easter, with the same people too. Everybody got drunk and blahblahblah, and I ended up kissing my best friend (we're talking about a girl here, shockhorror). Some hours after, as I was lying on the couch waiting to fall asleep, the guy who was lying next to me started kissing me too, and I kissed him back. That was a very unusual thing for me and it got me confused for a very long time, but I was still immature at the time so it doesn't matter.
All this time I was still going to school and attending a guitar course at a music school, where I met some weird people like the scary goth kid who kept hitting on me in a really creepy way or the Jimi Hendrix obsessed guy who's still convinced I will play in his band. It was a really good experience and I loved it; when in June we played together, and failed at it, it was still great because of the bonds I could feel had formed between us all, a band of 15 people between 15 and 65 years of age.
The summer was what divided my year in two parts. There's the "before summer" and the "after summer" part of the year, and it's scary to think about the difference between them.
So. In June I met my friend Gee for the first time, she stayed over at my house for a few days and I introduced her to my friends, even though I don't think she liked them. Then, in July I had to leave, and I had to say goodbye to my best friend, who thought (or made me think) she was going to leave for Boston when I was in England. I was really sad, but then I arrived in England and it all got better. I stayed in England for a month, visiting places, meeting people and, most important of all, speaking English. Great experience and one of the best memories of 2008, despite my sister acting stupid as always. Then I went to Sardinia, to the same old place I go to every year; I met again my friends from the previous summer, and had a phase of complete craziness. My sleeping pattern was completely screwed up (it still is, but not as much) and I spent my nights on MSN talking to people, mainly Hannah. I wasted my last days of summer wishing I could go back home, because my best friend was still there and I wanted to see her.
When I finally got what I wanted and went back home it was weird, but good. I spent a few weeks going out all the time with my friends, before school started; I can remember the confusion I felt all the time because of some things people said and did, and I thought meant something when they actually didn't. On September 13th there was a "goodbye party" for my best friend, where everybody she knew and loved came to stay with her for the last time; the following day I went to the airport with her to see her leave. I don't know why I did it, because it just hurt me a lot and it still makes me feel uncomfortable thinking about it, but I felt like I had to.
After a week, I left too, for my second school exchange; I was going to spend three months in Madrid, living there, going to school there etc., with nine other girls I knew. Those three months were really weird. I met a lot of amazing people, and did a lot of amazing things, I learnt a lot of things about life and if I could, I'd surely go back. But all the time there, I wasn't feeling like this. I was rather depressed because of my best friend, and a bit pissed off all the time because the other girls basically ignored me all the time. But I have to say, if I had the chance to go back in time and re-live one of those crazy days in Madrid, waking up really late every day and having to run to go to school on time, then going out and smoking hookah and spending all the night on MSN until 4 am to talk to my best friend... If I had the chance, I'd go back to that. It was just life, and I liked it, after all.
I started acting more like an asshole; I thought I was important because of all my problems, and had a really bad "I hate the world" phase, which resulted in me trying to delete people from my life forever. I tried to leave GSB for a few times, but then came back; however, I realized that the people I knew on here weren't good enough for me (please note the sarcasm, I was the one who actually wasn't good enough for them).
My birthday was when I was there, and of course I had to get sick. I also got sick on December 19th, when I came back from Madrid. I got home at 2 am and immediately went to bed, with a really bad fever. Twelve hours later I heard someone knock at my door and thought I was hallucinating because of the fever when I saw my best friend come in the room. Honestly, having her back was the best Christmas present ever and I can't begin saying how grateful I am for that (I've already written a million blahs about that).
And today is New Year's Eve, and I'm thinking back about all that happened in 2008 and wondering how the hell I survived through all that. Like someone said to me barely a month ago, "if you write a rant about this year, it will be a best seller". It was just a really confusing year, with weird things happening, good and bad. I changed a lot during 2008; not only how I look (the main change was the fact that I cut my hair really short), but also how I am inside. In 2008, I learnt a lot of things about myself, and I learnt to accept them all; I didn't try to change them even if they were bad, because they're parts of me that I don't want to lose. I guess you could say I got to know myself better during this year, and I'm almost satisfied with who I am; I still have some flaws and imperfections I don't like, so in 2009 I'm going to work on accept those too. Also, this year I realized many things about the people around me, like realize a lot of things about people, like who is a real friend that I can trust and who's just been using me all along. I'm getting rid of the people I don't need and staying only with the ones I love and who love me back, the ones who made me who I am. Those are my New Year's resolutions.
This was really long and I don't expect anybody to read it, but I just had to write it. Also, it's really funny thinking about people reading this, so yeah. Thanks for reading if you really did.
One last thing, my i w buttin diesn't wirk, so I'm sorry if I've made any typos.
I literally cried when I read this whole thing because I remember all this. ._.
Funeral Party, December 31st, 2008 at 12:16:01pm
wow, this would be a bestseller.
Make it a book, make it a book!!!!!
PCG, December 31st, 2008 at 12:08:05pm
whoa. i read that. sounds like you've had a pretty killer year, actually, minus your friend leaving and all. uhhh....yeah. have another good year then.
Miley Cyrus, December 31st, 2008 at 11:20:10am