sitting in my room

listening to Joni Mitchell and looking in retrospect at all the events that have been going on in my life in the near past and how my life has been taking twisted turns when least expected. But I guess if those turns were expected they would not be so twisted. Or would they? I used to be a sheep and follow people, trends, cliche's. But now I think I am my own and make my own rules. I walk around with a Star Wars T shirt, just because its cool to do that in my little world. I have big round sun glasses that protect half the diameter of my face from not only the sun but from debris, strangers, and unwanted looks. I am still so introverted, but in an extroverted way... if that makes any sense. I guess what I am trying to say is that I am just beginning to compose myself and my personality. I am picking up the pieces and rearranging them to fit Vica. I don't think I would be thinking like this if I hadn't moved here and pushed myself to put myself in the world I so dread... THE OTHER SIDE which consists of strangers, unfamiliar faces, roommates, dirty toilet seats, professors, public transportation, no car!, small talk, no food, money, lack of money, being forced to talk with people, "make" friends, fog. But I don't think i can survive without any of these things anymore. Once I leave here I will be thrown back into the other OTHER SIDE but at least I will have a little more knowledge and experience of what I'll be up against. Oh Joni you make me so weak.