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Dec. 19th, 2005 11:34 amI take at least 10 phone calls a day from old men with grumbly voices... "Hello this is Bob Whitehouse calling for Jim Green...". So boring.
I hate unattainable crushes. How did I allow myself to have a crush on this person? He's too cute for me. I know that's a really lame thing to say, but I think it's true.
I just discovered there is a hip hop dance class on Monday nights at my gym. I really want to go, but I'm soooo scared. I haven't done an sort of aerobics/dance/group class in a long time. I used to be really coordinated but when I get nervous, forget it.
Japan is getting closer and closer. 80 days. I just can't quite believe it's happening. If I allow myself to feel scared at all I start to think I don't want to go. I have to push the fear away every day. I honestly believe the scariest part is going to be saying goodbye to mom at the airport and the subsequent plane ride. I predict I will cry for a lot of the ride. I really hope that I'm so busy during training week and teaching that I don't have time to think about homesickness. I do much better when I focus on the things I'm excited about. Which there are too many to name.
I feel ultra-close to my family and friends at the moment which makes it hard to think about leaving them. BUT JEEZ!! It's only a year. Why can't I grasp that concept? A year goes by fast these days. Especially while abroad.
I hate unattainable crushes. How did I allow myself to have a crush on this person? He's too cute for me. I know that's a really lame thing to say, but I think it's true.
I just discovered there is a hip hop dance class on Monday nights at my gym. I really want to go, but I'm soooo scared. I haven't done an sort of aerobics/dance/group class in a long time. I used to be really coordinated but when I get nervous, forget it.
Japan is getting closer and closer. 80 days. I just can't quite believe it's happening. If I allow myself to feel scared at all I start to think I don't want to go. I have to push the fear away every day. I honestly believe the scariest part is going to be saying goodbye to mom at the airport and the subsequent plane ride. I predict I will cry for a lot of the ride. I really hope that I'm so busy during training week and teaching that I don't have time to think about homesickness. I do much better when I focus on the things I'm excited about. Which there are too many to name.
I feel ultra-close to my family and friends at the moment which makes it hard to think about leaving them. BUT JEEZ!! It's only a year. Why can't I grasp that concept? A year goes by fast these days. Especially while abroad.
