A Name and A Summer

I'm not in a very bloggy sort of mood today but I guess I'll try and write out something interesting for you. Maybe I should try and explain the name I chose for this blog to you. Well, here goes. I wish I lived in a room named oblivion. It's an odd name probably, but it does have some significance to me. You see, about two years ago I sort of lost myself in the whirlwhind of junior high. I was trying to be everything; cool, pretty, and lots more. I was dumb and naive and I got my heart and my self esteem broken, big time. Now readers please don't go on and think that I'm some depressed highschooler who just needs a place to vent(i.e. this blog). These are actual acounts of my life and actual beliefs and thoughts that I have. And I am no where near depressed! Actually I'm quite satisfied with my character. But anyways, the point is that I was crushed. That summer I got into a play at a local summer-stock theatre(I know it's cheesy, but acting and singing are two of my biggest passions). This was a huge deal to me because getting a part at this theatre as a kid was a great accomplishment especially becase this was an adult theatre that hired interns from all around the country. So I went to the practices and because I was the only child in the show(ok, so there was another boy in it with me but I was the only 13 year old girl in the play so I was pretty alone...and shy)I was pretty scared to death of everyone else. But during the short duration that I was in the show I met one of the most amazing people I have ever met and will probably ever meet in my future. I don't want to go into any details because I'm working on this new thing where I don't spill my life story out to starngers but I will say that after I met this person my veiw of the world changed forever. I started to change too. Before I met him, I was completly unaware of how shallow my life actually was at that time. I was completly unaware of where my bad character was leading me or how I was treating others. I was completly unaware of how blissfully unhappy I actually was(I know that I implyed that the end of 7th grade was rough for me, but really my problems were nothing compared the huge problems of real people) with my shower deep life. He lived far away but he promised that he would come back next year-and I believed him. After all, I was only thirteen. So I lived my eighth grade year for the better, for him. I got closer to my faith and I bettered myself as a person. I missed him a lot too though and I could suddenly see the big picture of my small life in a huge world. Often I would wish that I was still completly oblivious to how unhappy I was before that summer. I wished that I was still thinking as small as all the other kids in my grade. He didn't come back this summer. And I did. So I sopose that when I named this blog I was missing him and wishing that I still lived in a room named oblivion.

Until I write some more, this has been a girl who wishes that she could jump on an airplane and fly through herself to get to him, at 5:55 in the evening.