This might be incoherent..

I really should be a regular blogger. I constantly have absurd things on my mind to continuously ramble on about. I'm excited to start my blog about Russia, and hopefully that will turn into a longer story to share with any children I'm blessed with in the future. Blogging and songwriting. Maybe I'll even record a song in Russian while I'm abroad. I won't understand any of it of course because I in fact do not speak Russian. Well, at least I'll know the lyrics beforehand. This status is turning into a blog post already (I was originally typing this up on Facebook, but my mind kept going past the length in which it is socially acceptable to post on Facebook). Scripture has been on my mind every day, and I'm looking forward to sharing that while I'm across the pond. I'm acquaintances with many people, but the people that matter most to me don't seem to acknowledge how much they actually mean to me. Hopeless romantic much? Sorry I'm not sorry. I am leaving this continent for roughly 7,200 hours. I'm going alone, to two major cities, both of which are capital cities of the provinces they're located in, in which I've never been before, with a native language I know nothing about. Plus, if those weren't enough for someone to ask why, American culture is very different from Russian culture. I'm a very "accepting" person. But I may meet people while I'm traveling that don't like foreigners, especially Americans. As a foreigner, I'm automatically targeted by thieves, pickpockets, criminals, and people otherwise trying to make a little money off of this noob. This changes subject almost every two sentences with no separation of ideas by paragraphs. That's life. You may make major changes: moving away from home to go to college, start your first job, or have your first child. To me, it's not a new beginning. It's a continuation; a series of events that constantly move you forward into the person you will inevitably become. (and not to confuse anyone, but forward in this case can technically mean backwards also, as in a negative thing pushing you farther away from a goal, but I shall leave the technicalities to Einstein since he has published works on relativity). That person? I'm not there yet. My first year of college has taught me that. Yes, I did learn other things, but that will show up on the sheet of paper I get at graduation, and as egotistical as it may be, I would much rather focus on the chords and notes, rhythms and melodies, bass and dubstep that my life is moving to every moment of every day. I hate writing, and yet I love this. I love the connection things like what I'm typing and rereading at 1:08 AM can cause between human beings. I love music. Applying to Berkley has crossed my mind more than once, but them I'm reminded in criticizing tones that it's very unlikely to have a career as a musician, and how much whatever being that is doing this reminding wants me to get a degree that actually means something in which I can get a "good" job as soon as I'm out of college. Personally, every degree is worth pursuing, otherwise, colleges and universities wouldn't provide them. But I don't know anything. Or maybe I should say I know nothing since anything implies something, and I'm done ranting. I love to travel, dance, cook, sing. ~These are a few of my favorite things~ Please don't name that movie. Time to close my eyes and let my mind knock on the sky. I could just say sleep, but the word resembles sheep, which make me want to drift off to sl...