Changes

I've really changed in this past year. I have two categories, before and after.
Before:
I read, didn't write so much.
Didn't really listen to music.
Didn't swear- not that I do now...
Still had that stupid 'little-girl' "fantasy" of getting married and having a kid.
I used to be the nice one, the one who always told people the good stuff. Okay, not that much. But you know those little 'feedback' questions? I'd always answer yes, it was helpful, yes, I enjoyed the tour, stuff like that. Now I'm a cynical, jaded person.
After:
I still read a ton- I just write a lot too now.
Don't swear still- but I do occasionally swear in my head. In my opinion, there isn't that much that's worth swearing...if that makes sense. See, to me, having a minor argument isn't worth shouting 'fuck you' seven times, and getting mad at your homework/shirking it and procrastinating aren't good excuses for repeating 'fuck this shit' all over the school. But I'm not some innocent, naive girl. I'm sure my mind's pretty corrupted.
I actually listen to music now, and it's a pretty varied thing on my iTouch.
I now have a future view of myself living in an apartment either alone or with a good friend/roommate and being an old maid (I have lost all faith in my generation. Completely.)
As I said, now I'm cynical, jaded, angsty even. I used to only ever read happy, funny stuff. Now I gravitate towards heartbreak and tragedy, bittersweet pain over gushy, saccharine too-good-to-be-true love. That's not to say I don't like fluff anymore- I still enjoy fluff and humor, but I have broadened my horizons quite a bit.

Something's up with either my laptop or Blogger :[ but thank GOD and thank all of you people who work at Blogger who came up with the Autosave option. That last super-long blog post sent me an error message, and I was so annoyed at the thought that it had been eaten up by the Internet.

Speaking of, I need some Chapstick. No, nobody actually mentioned Chapstick, but I do need mine, out of my drawer of the nightstand. Good night to all, or rather good morning- it's 12:15! I don't know how I'm going to get used to sleeping at freaking 9:30 instead of 1:30.