The End.

We've been back for over a week now and things weren't the way we planned.

I can personally say that I was the only one not ecstatic about coming home. I knew what was waiting for me. NOTHING. And that was bad news cause I knew that NOTHING had to become SOMETHING. I needed to get a job. I had friends and a great summer, but now I had to face reality. JOBS. To those who are young (like myself) and looking for freedom, please weigh the circumstances. It's not as easy as it looks. Seriously. Unless you have some rich uncle somewhere in Switzerland or you're part of the Hilton clan, you're screwed.

The others have their own stories but they were all pretty excited to get back home-- either to boyfriends, friends, family-- they were all excited.

But high hopes and expectations are dangerous territory. I force myself not to tread that territory, but I fail. I'm a big dreamer. I can't help but over exaggerate the truth sometimes.

Sometimes, you have to keep your head out of the clouds and put your feet on the ground.

This is another reason that BOYFRIENDS are a BAD IDEA. Girls are emotional human beings. I really don't need another reason to stress. I'll stick to my little crushes. I'll tread the water but my heart really isn't into it. I keep saying to myself and to my friends,

"I HAVE PLANS MAN! I have plans! I don't know what they are yet... but I HAVE PLANS!"

No time for boys... nosiree. Not for me. Are they gonna pay the rent??

I Don't Think So...

OH! And what's up with guys wanting the girls to do all the chasing now? Did they stop growing balls? I mean, seriously. I guess i'm taking a reverse feminist view on it, but something has gone wrong. I wish I lived back when people courted. So romantic. There I go.. dreaming again...

So anyways... I face life. I'm done with fresno but dance is not through with me. I leave my life to a higher power and i'll take a hold of fate's hand.

This is the end of one part of my life and a beginning of another. Wish me luck!

Christina the Dreamer