Thursday, August 22, 2013

CrazyGirl observes the Wolf Pack

So, this story starts a few months ago, when I was introduced to this girl. She seemed funny, and sweet, and we seemed to click pretty well. The next morning, she messaged me on Facebook and said simply that she was glad to have met me and that she hoped we'd have the chance to become closer, and that she knew we would become good friends. That girl was Alex.
Little did I know her words were far from inaccurate. I was slightly busy when I met her; juggling first a 19.5 credit workload and a part-time job, then moving from that directly into two jobs that left me working pretty much all the time. But, we managed to hang out here and there. Then, I found out my amazing news about going to Simpson, and I kind of just dropped myself off the social radar. I mean, I saw people every once in a while, but my real focus was working and moving to Simpson. Then, I got scheduled to be selling smoothies at a festival here in town, and in a spur of the moment decision, I tweeted that I'd be there and that someone should come visit me. Well, Alex decided to take me up on that offer. She came with a friend of hers, and afterwards they invited me to go to In-N-Out with them. Part of me argued and said "No. Don't go, you have to work." But then this other part of me was like "Umm . . . hello? You're young. You haven't done anything social in ages. JUST GO." So, I went. That was the night I met Nic. He seemed fun, and funny, and he and Alex kept referring to "The Wolf Pack" (whatever the heck that was). I never realized I'd actually end up introduced to them.
A few nights later, Alex and I decided to hang out again, then we decided "Hey. Why not invite the guys?" (At this point I'd only met Nic.) So, in a spur-of-the-moment decision, we invited a group of guys I'd never met to hang out at my house. (I know, I've gone off the deep end, right?) That night it ended up being me, Alex, Nic, Spencer, Austin, and this guy Taylor. He was the second member of the Wolf Pack I met. He seemed pretty cool, a good sense of humor and whatnot. But, again, I was kinda pretty much 100% focused on Simpson, so I didn't think much of it.
Then, a few nights after that, I was introduced to the rest of the Wolf Pack. I met Corey and Drew, and was there with Alex and Taylor. We had a ton of fun that night, just hanging out and being ourselves. But, again, I didn't really think much of it. Then, the more I was around the Wolf Pack, the more I loved them all. They all have such great personalities, and are some of the most amazing friends a person could ask for. I could go back and tell you every memory with them, but I don't think I could do all the memories justice.
Needless to say, Alex, Corey, Nic, Drew, and Taylor have all come to mean so much to me, and if you had told me that just over a month ago, I would have told you that you were crazy. I was headed to Simpson, that was all that mattered, and the last thing I needed was an attachment to this little town. And, yet, here I am, with a week and a half left before I move, and I'm already dreading that goodbye. These are the kinds of friends you want to keep for a lifetime, people who accept you where you're at, who are there for you when you're down, and are happy for you when you're glad. They can make me laugh and I don't feel the need to pretend in front of them. I know that they always have my back, just like I always have theirs. And, while I'm still very much looking forward to all the adventures to come at Simpson, I can only say that I'm thankful for every last memory I have with this random, crazy, amazing, wonderful group of people who call themselves "The Wolf Pack" and I am so honored and blessed beyond belief to have been able to experience this time with them, and to be a part of their Wolf Pack. I will miss them all so dearly, and I will look forward to seeing them when I'm home. But, most of all, I want to make the most of every last moment this next week and a half with the Wolf Pack.
I love you guys so much, it amazes even me.

Til Next Time,

CrazyGirl♥

Thursday, August 15, 2013

CrazyGirl observes Passions

Passion. Obsession. Insanity. Call it what you will, but everyone has something that they feel passionately about. For some, it's politics, for others, music, and there's even some out there with a passion for math. As for me, I find passion in the small things.
Waking up early when I'm camping, drinking hot coffee, and just soaking up my surroundings. There's just something so wonderful about that. Or in my baking. I mean, something about measuring, mixing, and then baking something is so wonderful it's therapeutic. Pulling a warm, savory smelling tray of muffins out of the oven? It's pure bliss.
I find passion in reading. I absolutely love being able to find a great book and just get lost in it. How amazing that someone can so eloquently phrase something, that you find yourself in a whole other world, just based off letters on a page. And music. I ADORE music. No, you're right, I couldn't carry a tune if I had a bucket to hold it in, but that's never stopped me from being passionate about music. I love getting lost in a song, when you can just completely relate to the lyrics, and the instruments are so perfectly played. I love when you can feel a song building; a soft intro with just piano or guitar, then they bring in the percussion and then the lyrics are just so powerful you're completely blown away. That's something I find passion in.
I also find passion in my writing. This blog, my journal, my poems, and my songs. My journal probably holds the best of my writing, because I allow myself to get so lost in the writing, not worrying about who will see it, and what they'll think. Which, occasionally leaves me stumped as to what I should write about on here. Not because I'm really concerned that someone might not like me, but because sometimes I wonder if people can actually handle what goes on in my mind. My second best writing is probably in my songs, because I really just express myself. I try not to force the lyrics, so I have notebook after notebook of little one liners I scratched down as they popped in my head. But, there is no feeling that really compares to being able to actually finish a song. After reading, rereading, and tweaking all the little details, then having it express what I want in a way that just flows. That's always so amazing to me. And, part of me wants to put my songs out there, then I do this thing where I type the whole thing out, get ready to post, and chicken out. Maybe someday though.
Til Next Time,

CrazyGirl♥