A Toast!

I don't know how to do everything, and this frustrates me. I don't like a lot of things, like this blog. Well, it's not really the blog I hate, its not knowing how to change the font size. ...and not knowing how to change the background...among other technical things. This probably wouldn't frustrate me so much if my major wasn't focused around computer graphics and design. I should know how to do all of this, yet I still don't. I just want to be good at everything, especially things I'm supposed to be good at.
I've decided I'm not supposed to be good at math, pleasing everyone, being skinny, waking up early and talking. I've decided I am supposed to be good at drinking coffee, thinking I'm more stylish than I really am, listening to really good music that virtually no one knows about, informing other about music that no one really knows about, and I am supposed to be really good at creating a list and narrowing down everything that I really want to do over the next 4 months. I've been really pensive these past few days because my departure to Prague is getting closer and closer with every second that passes by. I am a whirlwind of emotions although anyone that knows me would probably tell you otherwise. I'm really good at keeping a constant wall around me that blocks any emotion from getting through to others. There are only a few people that can really read me, however lately this wall has slowly been coming down because of this upcoming adventure. Slowly, this overwhelming feeling of excitement has began to take me over. This excitement combined with nervousness, a sense of new independence, and a feeling of new beginning and what seems like a brand new life is overwhelming. Not to mention flying for 8 hours over North America and the Atlanic isn't really on the top of my list of things to do. But I am more excited than anything to get away from everything that I've known for the past 20 years. I am definitely sure Prague will enlighten, teach, broaden and culturally educate me. I'll probably fall in love with everyone I see and at am certain the words "I'm never leaving" will cross these lips at least a few times. I want to meet new people, go out to new places, eat new food, sleep in a different bed, become best friends with total strangers, fall in love with total strangers, have kissy flings with total strangers (bahaaha jk ryan), and leave all the toxic elements of my life for a while until I need that toxicicity again. I can't live without a little chaos. I've experienced enough bodily neglect and hearbreak to last me until I'm 50 but I don't plan on stopping now, so why not do the damn thing in a foreign country? I'm on a roll. So here's to you, Prague, and to your future attempts to try and hurt, intoxicate, break, inebriate, infatuate and facilitate me, because well as much as I hate to admit it, I'm sure at least one of those is bound to happen. I've never been so excited to know absolutely nothing. Bring.it.on.

Cheers!