Yoga Is Amazing.

So I think I may have solved my issues.

I feel a little ridiculous.

I've done doctors and meds and blah blah blah.

But today, I was amazing. 

I woke up hours before I actually needed to be to school.

I finished up the homework I couldn't manage to finish last night.

It was nice.

My classes certainly tried to ruin my good day.

Journalism was horrible, as always.

For some reason, my choir director was in an extra bitchy mood today.

And I do NOT understand Econ. I need a tutor.

BUT I did Yoga. 

And that hour made my life better.

I haven't done it in SUCH a long time, and I feel so amazing afterwards.

I need to keep it up, even if it's only 10 minutes a day, or only a few days a week.

I just got to relax and put things in perspective and do something just for me for awhile.

It was amazing.

Ahh. 

I definitely need to find a good yoga studio in Des Moines.

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Mood Swings

They rock, don't they?

I have also decided that naps are a bad idea, because i'll sleep for an hour in the late afternoon/early evening and find it hard to sleep later, so it ends up being 1am and i'm sitll up making ridiculous Facebook videos and writing blogs.

YAY Internet!

Prozac

Welp, this shit sure ain't working.

What else ya got for me, Doc?

Thursday

So Thursday I went to the doctor.

She was awfully busy, so i didn't get to talk to her very much, but i did get to explain that I hadn't been feeling like myself lately and I hadn't really enjoyed life lately.  She asked me a couple questions and wanted to start me on Prozac, so I guess I'm trying that for a couple weeks.

I can't tell if it's doing anything, but it's only been four days.  I've been feeling a little better, anyway, now that I know it's not necessarily just me and something I need to get over. I'm learning that I need to get stuff off my chest regularly and not blame myself for everything. That definitely helped a lot.

Plus!! IT's FEBRUARY! that means less than four more months of high school! i am definitely excited about that. 

College stuff keeps coming. I got my tuition and housing deposits sent in, so that's good. My interview for the huge scholarship got moved to the 21st because State Large Group Speech Contest is on the same day I was supposed to have it, but it'll be the end of March before I know anything about that anyway.

Yearbook is going, well... it's going. I don't think it's going to be as magnificent as I was hoping, but I don't think it's going to completely suck either, which is all i can ask for at this point.

I don't think I've mentioned him yet, but James Taylor is a boy I met in November at Thespian Festival. We exchanged numbers, and we've been texting, only texting, but it's becoming more and more frequent. He's awesome. Great sense of music and books, but not overly annoying about it. He lives 45 miles away. Dumb.

I guess 45 is better than 150. He confuses me. He says some of the nicest stuff, but I think he's just like that. Grrr.

I guess I'll wait it out and hope I don't screw it up again.