These Lights Are Killing Me.

There's a blatant glare shining off of the screen of the television sitting next to me on the only AV cart available that night at the high school. I'm awkwardly standing between two other girls, clutching my paintbrush and script. I lick my lips of dryness, the fluorescent lights searing into my glasses lenses.
"Ready...Go."
As I go on to begin our spiel, saying something about how Webster defines the word "innovation" as a new idea, novelty, blah blah blah, I space out. My thoughts wander. My tunnel vision broadens and my world opens up. I take a breath.
And I see.
Really, there was no revelation in my mind. I was really just thinking of things other than our FFA public relations practice. I was thinking about recent things. About growing up. About changing.
I think about the vanilla cupcake coffee from quiktrip I had this morning for breakfast. Thinking about all the talking, all the listening, all the smiles, laughs, and one five minute segment of slight tears. How every second, even though some of them have been sad, or stressful, I have loved.
And now I'm thinking that this is the most random, unneeded post I have ever written.
No use pressing the backspace button now.
Despite the troubles I'm going through, I'm so thrilled about how my junior year has developed. I'm so amazed at how cross country made my year amazing. How the people I've met, the friends I've made, and the relationships I've developed have just meant so much to me.
It's truly too early for this kind of a post in the school year.
But it's flowing, so I'm not going to try and stop it.
I'm happy. For the most part.

Hooray for Friday. I'll be going to quiktrip again. This time getting two coffees. This time, I'll show up late to first period. With full permission by my first period teacher.
This time, I won't look like a mess [even though I was perfectly okay with it].
I'll spend time with my best friends. And maybe try to stay awake in class.
My junior year has progressed, so far, into something I would of never thought it would be.
Awkward, amazing, and very stressful.
And I'd never have it any other way.