So I'm a Little Overzealous

Well. I posted a blog about an hour ago, but I got really excited about having a blog now, so I'm writing again. I'm overzealous. Ask any of my friends. From intramural flag football, to my RA application video, to school, to pranks, etc. And this is just another example.

Blogging is a new form of overzealous-ness for me. My roommate at Samford, Paizley, journals regularly, recalling specific events and emotions from her day. She writes at least 2 or 3 pages every time. I also "journal" daily (in a Zac Effron High School Musical 2 diary that has a lock and key). But as Paizley and my other friends say, it's more of "after-event-planner" (I lost the key and they got a hold of good ol' Zac, so that's how they know what my journal contains). It takes me 2 or 3 days to fill up just one of the tiny pages. For example, if I wrote in it tonight, it would say "Saturday - 03 April 2010: spent the night at SB's, woke up, came back, hw, biked, went to BSC to learn how to roll a kayak but Jeff couldn't find the keys and the pool was closed so I just came back, shower, picked up Jeff, Jeff dropped me off at Claire's, Claire and SB and I went to Target then to Claire's house for dinner, hang out, back to SB's to spend the night." Simple and to the point. No fluff. No flair. But this is different. Even though Sara Beth will most likely be the only one to read this, my brain just explodes. I feel like I'm just talking to myself like I normally do, but actually recording it this time. I can just say whatever I want and it takes so much less time than hand writing, and it also saves paper (and Zac Effron).

I'm not really sure why I just said all of that. Maybe because it's 12:36 AM and I should be asleep.

But either way. Except for blogging, my newest area of overzealous-ness is Colorado (as you can tell from my first post). It's weird, becuase I know very little about Colorado or Noah's Ark, the rafting company I'll be working for. Earlier this week I took down most of the things hanging up on the walls of my dorm room and packed up anything that is not essential to survival. My half of the room is a barren wasteland. But I won't be able to take it home for at least another week, at the earliest. Also, I've been on the lookout for a suitcase for a few weeks, and I finally found one today. Well, I washed some of my clothes at my friend Claire's house, and naturally as soon as I folded them I put them in my suitcase. Do they need to be in there? No. Did I even need to open my suitcase? No. Am I leaving for CO any time soon? No.


Obviously I am overzealous. I'm not really sure why though. I'm not super hardcore. I like to be comfortable. I like to take showers and be clean. I like to sleep in my own bed. I've never rafted before. I'm going to fly 1,600 miles away from home and know absolutely no one (until my brother, Jeff, comes out there about 10 days later). I think it's the idea of CO that's most inviting. The adventure. The mystery. The utter terror. I'm ready to face it - to own it.