Tall Dark and Superman

So...I am Harmony. 6'1" and not much meat on my bones. I am always freezing cold. Tonight I was driving and I turned off all my heat. I was still too hot. Tonight, on December 27th, I rolled down my windows, and drove on the Highway. I was singing my lungs out and still not cool. I thought what is wrong with me? Then I never figured it out....soo. There I was. Then I got kind of cool. So I rolled up my windows and my hair got caught. Rock on. Oh what a night.

So I haven't written in a little bit. Some things have taken over my life. Like spending time with family. Friends. And my bed and Couches. SLEEPING. I had been having many symptoms showing signs of Disease. I thought it was going to be bad. But, thankfully I was wrong. I went to the Doctor on last Monday afternoon and had a bunch of blood taken away from me. Then I traveled up to Canada the next day and while up there all I did was sleep when we weren't busy. I got my blood tests back and turns out I just have NO IRON in my body. This explains the hair loss. Fatigue. Loss of appetite. And all that other Juice. So. I have got some supps and I think I am on the brink of healing.

Tall, Dark, and....Superman? I can't wait to meet mine. But for now, I feel like I am much better at befriending guys. And helping them in the Lady field. But when it comes to me and guys. It is a futuristic thought. A magnetic force, in which is broken. I suppose life has its ways however. I have just met so many boys. Boys that have become my best friends. Who tell me I'm beautiful when I won't listen to anyone. Who when I plaster my smile on and go to school ask me, "Hey whats wrong." Because they see past. Those are my favorite boys. The ones that know my story and I can help with theirs as well. Yet, I have met other boys who have an outlook on life. And that is that. They won't change it. They see me as intimidating, and who knows what else. Why? Am I intimidating? Am I afraid to be myself? No. Do I have flaws? Yes! So Deal with it. Those are the boys that I want to help. But won't let me break through. So I just pray. (I have recently been thinking a lot about college. And going through much experience, and thought. I have thought deeply into going into the counseling field. To help teens with addictions)

Ok I don't know where I am going with this. Probably nothing. I can't believe I only have a semester left. And then I am graduating. What. The. Heck. This is insane. I feel like just yesterday I was a Freshgirl. And Avery was a senior. My goodness. I am stoked. I am excited for a new year. A new beginning. New goals and new options. It's gonna be a good year. I have a feeling. 2012