I'm standing at the back & I'm tired of waiting.

I'm not too sure what possessed me to do this right now, but I just felt like writing something here. Nothing in particular, just something. I think I'm just feeling really nostalgic about my past, though the reasoning for that is also unclear. Perhaps this is a way I feel like I can somehow connect with it. Who knows.

I wonder if I'll ever stop over-thinking every aspect of every situation. I feel like I've improved on how much of it I do, but it's still happening regardless. Is this something people grow out of?

I need to go to sleep...this is just going to end poorly if I don't. One more song on 8tracks first.

Tell me something good.

The hardest part is, and always will be, picking up the pieces and putting it back together. I wonder if I'll be better at it this time.

People always tell you that you're supposed to be prepared for anything life throws at you. A lot of the time, you are. You get some sort of a sign or warning that something life changing is about to happen. You get time to prepare for it, and the multiple variations of outcomes that come with these changes.

We weren't prepared for this. I don't know how to be prepared for the rest of it. Time just came in, and decided it had your fate in mind, and it all went by so fast. I took you, and the time I thought we had, for granted. And I feel like that's something I will always regret. But I will always love you. That never has, and never will, change.

RIP <3

You know I'm gonna be okay, yeah, it's a party in the USA

I'm just going to say it: that trip was everything I could've imagined, and a million times more. I don't think I have ever been this disappointed to come home from anywhere before. Everything about that city, the people (both on the trip, and who live there), the history...it's phenomenal. Not to mention the accents are the most amusing things ever. I miss every second of it. I would, quite honestly, be very content just dropping everything in my life here and moving out there, with or without people on the trip...well, okay, with a few of them. I probably would not have had such an experience without them. But the point is, I hardly missed a thing about Calgary. I felt so comfortable, and surprisingly so safe (with the exception of going to White Castle...South Chicago is pretty sketch). I learned so, so much about so many things. Before this, I was kind of questioning if this was really what I wanted to be doing, and if I really was as passionate about architecture as I should be, and this just gave me an entirely new perspective on it. It truly is my passion, and it feels so fulfilling to know it, and to have discovered it the way I did.

I could ramble on and on about it, but I'll stop now. And hope that Facebook stops being a douche and uploads my pictures.

There was nothing in sight but memories left abandoned.

It has been over two months since I have blogged or read anyone else's blog, for that matter. Frankly, I think the only reason I'm blogging now is because I'm desperately trying to not do homework. Classic Chloe, hey?

BSD was today, so I skipped my classes (oops), and hung out over at the hill and watched some couch races. They were absolutely insane. I'm sure it would have been way more interesting had I been drunk, but still. Wow. There were so many funny and terrible things that happened. I can't even begin to describe it.

I'm having a very, very hard time focusing on anything at all because I still have a week of classes left, and everyone, everywhere, finished today. It's just ridiculous, and slightly unfair, especially after having such a time/life consuming project finish, and then being told we still have two weeks left and have to do 5 more assignments before the end of it. My school is crazy. We don't even get a cool celebration at the end of the semester. We have to pay $25 to watch The Dudes play at The Gate. For BSD, everything is free unless you choose to purchase alcohol in the beer gardens. How awesome is that? I know that it's included in their fees, so why can't we do the same? Bah, whatever. I just want school to be over, so I can get out of here and enjoy the Windy City for all it's beauty. That will be a well-deserved vacation.

I really had nothing important to discuss. Like I said, I'm just trying to avoid doing my homework.

I cannot get over how worn out I'm becoming. I'm totally burning myself out by insisting on committing to so many things. I really need to consider stopping this madness. Good opener, hey?

On another note, I will FINALLY be able to get out of this city, even if just for a little while. I leave for London in a week and a half! Yay! It'll (hopefully) be wonderful. And Elliot comes home soon! Yay! Then there's only about 5 weeks until I go to Vancouver (insert jumps for joy here)!

This post was really redundant. I just felt kind of obliged to blog.