I was going to write this big catch-up post all about what has happened to me in the past few weeks, but you know, nota whole lot has happened. Except for, obviously, the whole college thing. Totally old news. I've been a student for...three weeks now? I absolutely love it here. Everything is so quaint and cute and small and just my style. I walk down Main Street and just fall in love with it all over again. The pizza parlor, the candy store, the ice cream shop, and the retro drugstore...all of it.
Hello, fellows. Not exactly sure WHAT ON EARTH WAS GOING ON, but apparently I fixed the problem. (Don't ask, it wasn't a very cool/exciting process.)
Now for a post. I'm just so excited to finally have it working again, I'm not exactly sure what to say. I didn't prepare for this, you see. I thought it would just be another one of my one liner posts that didn't get published.
Are you happy that it works? Tell me you're happy. Or I might disappear again.
...surrounded by boxes of my life. How have I accumulated so much...stuff? Where did it all come from, why did I keep it, and why is it so hard to throw out? I'm finding random papers I wrote in eighth grade, and awkward school pictures of people I haven't seen in years. I found an earring that I had already condemned as NEVER-TO-BE-FOUND-AGAIN. Good thing I kept the other one.
...loving So You Think You Can Dance. I love Melanie so, so much. She is an absolute joy to watch.
...wishing that my job was over and done with. "Hello, my name is Carlie. I'm calling on behalf of Edward Jones. May I please speak to Sally DalrympleschnitzelimpossibletopronouncelastnamesorryifI'veoffendedyoubysayingitwrong?" So. Done. They think I'm coming back next summer. Pretty sure that's not going to happen.
...obsessed with Pinterest. You haven't heard of it? Go to it, love it. It's fantastic. Follow me, and I'll follow you.
...having fun with her and her and her. Girl's nights, treks through the wilderness (which really means a shopping trip to Cabela's, although a wilderness excursion would be quite fun) and excellent conversations and really delicious sweet potato fries, and making fun of the judges on So You Think You Can Dance. It's been a fun week for friends.
...missing Sarah. She's always out of town.
...staying up WAY too late, and waking up whenever. I need some structure. Asap.
..."I mean, uh...suck it up! Be a man! Rub some dirt in it!" "Yeah, she gives good nods." "Beautiful gowns for my darling debutante!" "Just take her...and kiss her...and just kiss the crap out of her." This movie? Golden. If you know what it is, let's be friends.
James found a way to breathe under water in the dream.
So, he shoved me in.
It was one of those dreams where you don't wake up when you get splashed, or when you suddenly can't breathe, because in this dream, I could breathe. It was spooky. For the rest of the dream, I was a little shaken up. Josh sat around, looking like himself, a'la Sawyer from Lost (which I am recently loving, by the way.) It was like...Lost, with a twist of Eat Pray Love thrown in.
I truly can't think of anything to say.
I cried harder than I thought I would.
Now I'm re-reading all of the books with a lovely, warm feeling in my heart. I'm listening to the audiobooks, and falling in love with all of the characters all over again. I'm hating the Dursleys, wishing Harry was always with the Weasleys, and realizing how incredible the books are in comparison to the movies, all over again. I'm annoyed with Gilderoy Lockhart, and giggling as Hermione rushes to the library, and Ron makes a silly comment while Harry laughs, then catches Ginny's eye. I'm remembering the waiting, the waiting, the waiting, the anticipation making my stomach flip over, and then finally, finally holding that brand new book in my hands and staying up through the night, following Harry's story fervently. I'd make a bowl of popcorn, and before I knew it, I would be 300 pages in, and it was 4 in the morning. Then, just as suddenly as it began, it would end. The book would close, and I'd sharply exhale, as though I'd held my breath during the whole thing. Then, came the discussions, the hushed whispers of plot twists whilst in the company of those who hadn't finished it, and the renewed sense of excitement.
Then came the last book. The seventh. The Deathly Hallows. I waited in line for hours, attending a party at the local Borders, and then rushing to Walmart with my mom when Borders ran out. We bought two copies, and then the final Potter-a-thon began. I read and read, drinking in the twists and turns, the deaths, the lives of the characters I had grown to love, to hate, and to know. The emotion behind the final book was incredible, and the emotion of the last movie almost matched it, but not quite. It never really could. No movie matches your own imagination. I went to Hogwarts. I walked those corridors with everyone else who read the books. I took potions, charms, I even went to Hogsmeade a couple of times. I snuck into The Room of Requirement with Dumbledore's Army, and even ordered Every Flavor Beans from the Hogwarts Express trolley. I was there. Were you?
"Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home."
I promise I don't just wait to post on purpose so all of you can tell me how much you've missed me. I just haven't had a lot of blogging spirit lately. I'm not sure what it is. However, I promise to be a good blogger from now on. Lend me and send me some inspiration, if you want. firstname.lastname@example.org. <---there ya go.
Anyway. A'hem. I post today, and promise to post more consistently, especially now that I have an award to live up to!
At first, I was super stoked, and then I quickly started to feel embarrassed, because it's been so long since I wrote on this thing. How am I supposed to accept an award for Best Blogger...when in reality, I am probably one of the laziest? Therefore, henceforth and forthwith, as I have stated above, below, and all around: I shall make it my mission to find things to blog about, even if they're dreadfully boring. I'm sure you'd all love that, wouldn't you?
And also, without any further ado or ramblings, I give you: MY best blogger awards. (The idea is that you pass along the award to five other bloggers you think are, well...the best, and then they can pass it along to five more, until we're almost all connected in this thing we call the "blogosphere". [Yes, I use that term.] )
Also, I said without any further ado, but apparently, I lied. So, NOW without any further ado, the bloggers:
Conveniently, and rather neatly, my last two posts are a week apart, providing ample room for a cute title like, "bits of another tuesday." Eh, eh? My mind is way too scrambled to organize any kind of cohesive post, so I'm just going to lay out some bits, but I'll use some pictures this time.
Isn't this just great? And the little girl's face (not the kissin' bandit, the jealous chick) is perfect. And haven't we all felt like that? Because...I have.
Yes, that says 244.
Except it's not that exciting.
It was a lengthy conversation that was incredibly full of attention deficit
consisting of my friend and I.
But it looks really cool. Like I'm famous or something.
Did you like that rhyming title? I'm just clever, I know.
This is one of those posts where I don't plan what I'm going to say beforehand. I usually don't really..."plan"...like I never sit down and make an outline or anything. But usually I have some idea of what I want to say to the world. (Or rather, 66 people in the world...if you were the only people in the world, I would probably give up on...everything, and start resigning myself to a life of insanity in which I live in my virtual world on the computer. [But we would all have to be friends on facebook.] )
By the way, you 66? I really love you guys. It feels good to be followed. (That was possibly one of the weirdest/most contradictory things I've ever said [er...written. Blogged? Announced, that's a good word.] But really, you guys make me happy.)
Speaking of being happy...
did I mention that that is what I am?
Life is so good.
My AP Lit test was today. It's all over. My three essays are written and I totally spanked the multiple choice section. (Um...no. That was sarcasm. But I think I did alright.)
I made plans to spend time with my best friend on Saturday night. He's probably the greatest person ever. Sidewalk chalk adventures are in the works.
I just read a bunch of notes I have acquired throughout my high school and junior high years. The way we carried on about boys is beyond my comprehension. (Oh, who am I kidding. We still carry on about boys in a ridiculous fashion.)
My love for several childhood television shows and movies has been spontaneously revived. Arthur really was the best.
I'm sorry about the extended break I've been taking, but the end of senior year is a bit tiring. (read: SUPER STRESSFUL.)
It's a good thing that musical I was in is over, and my online classes are finished. I just need to prepare for those AP tests, and then my life might slow down, at least for a brief time.
Let me just say:
I have several drafts saved in my "Edit Posts" tab, and each one starts with a small, random sentence, and then...nothing. I just haven't had anything to say to the world. Plenty of things have happened, but I just haven't really been sure how to approach them in a blogging sense. Because, after all, this is a slightly more public venue. (even though not everyone in the world reads the good ol' blog. Thank you, dear followers, for being those who do. It means a lot. Even though I'm slacking in my posts.)
I know I stopped doing the thirty days thing, even though I promised myself I would stick with it...
but come on.
So. In the spirit of following suit, I will give you a brief overview of each one. Because I KNOW you want to read them. (But mostly because I really want to give some closure to it' or else it'll drive me crazy.)
nine - the belief
I believe in this church.
I believe in eating good food that makes you happy.
I believe in making people smile.
ten - what you wore today
Today, I wore my favorite jeans. I wore a sweatshirt. And I wore a minimal amount of makeup. Today is actually quite out of the norm for me. There's so many people (we'll call them...organic) who seem to decide that makeup is something to be scorned. Truth be told, an exorbitant amount of makeup is rather interesting (read: terrifying) sometimes, but a little makeup is fine. Seriously. Makeup is to enhance any natural beauty that you already have, right? Right. So who cares if I'm not totally organic. And who cares if you are. We're all pretty anyways.
eleven - siblings
What on earth would I do without them?
Matthew - the most loyal best friend in the world.
Emma - beautiful, talented, determined, and only sister.
Stephen - the dramatic singer-the one who is most like me as far as emotions go. Sweet and innocent one minute, dramatically angry or sad the next.
Joseph - the baby, the smiler, the reader, the color-er, the singer, the one who plays Wii, the one who sings in the bathroom, the one who loves it when I read him stories.
They are the greatest.
twelve - what's in your satchel
My satchel? Oh, so like...my purse? Or my backpack? I'll see if I can do both. Backpack
two binders, scriptures seminary makeup workbook, journal, 1984, various pens and pencils, German art songs, chamber music, peanut butter crackers. Purse Usually, it's my
phone, coin purse, driver's license, lipgloss, gum, pen, small notebook, keys, earrings that I took off that day.
thirteen - this week
Sunday: was lovely.
Monday: I'm in love.
Tuesday: School again.
Wednesday: Lots o' singing.
Thursday: This is probably the day when I'll start falling asleep in my classes.
Friday: To Ephraim I go!
Saturday: back again...final dress rehearsal?!
fourteen - what I wore today
Didn't we just go over this?
fifteen - your dreams
Once I had a dream where the entire sky was made of water. It rained for so long and so hard, that eventually any and all space was filled. Me and CJ swam around with umbrellas in our hands and it was like we were flying. And suddenly, we were. The water crashed back to the ground into a massive, earth-sized swimming pool, and we were left floating among the galaxies; him, me, and our umbrellas. He took my hand and we levitated in awe, admiring every star and every sparkling burst of cloud. We slowly floated back down to earth, bumping umbrellas and laughing with incredulous delight.
sixteen - your first kiss
this story is perfect. I want to save it for a real post.
seventeen - your favorite memory
Favorite memory? Impossible. The point of having a memory is not having to pick favorites.
eighteen - your favorite birthday
How appropriate. Eighteen for my 18th. My latest birthday. I've never felt so loved by so many people.
nineteen - regrets
I regret disrespect. I regret my procrastination.
twenty - this month
It's already halfway over, you know.
Also, I'm loving it.
twenty-one - another moment
the moment I realized that I had made my college decision. My mom said to me, "So. You're still thinking about Snow?" I replied, "I think so, Mom. It's where I want to be." She said, "Then own it. If people ask you what your plans are, tell them with conviction. Don't ever be embarrassed or weird about it. It's your plan, and your decision, and I fully support you. So own it."
And I did. And I do.
twenty-two - something that upsets you
twenty-three - something that makes you feel better
Prayer, talking to my mom, writing things down, when people ask me for advice, hugs, and smiles from people.
twenty-four - something that makes you cry
Sharing my beliefs, thinking about my siblings, worrying about my friends, feelings of inadequacy.
twenty-five - a first
On Christmas Day: the last present I opened. A shiny, metallic green object. My first cell phone. A bright green, Motorola Pebl. Perfect.
twenty-six - your fears
being buried alive.
losing my family.
losing my mind in my later life.
twenty-seven - your favorite place
anywhere by a creek or a river, or
my grandpa's cabin in Minnesota.
twenty-eight - something you miss
I miss living next door to my grandparents. Every Sunday, I would run over and help set the table. I would paint after school with my grandma. I would hang out with my ultra-cool teenage aunt. Then we moved, my grandparents moved, and my aunt grew up and got married, and she has a BABY. She's still ultra-cool, though. I miss sitting by her in church.
a-ridiculously-early-hour-of-the-morning-sometime-around-3:30: Wake up on my favorite couch with my knee completely cramped into a bent position and screaming in protest whenever I try to straighten it. Gingerly limp to my bedroom and resume sleep.
5:15AM: Wake up for real this time.
5:30: Actually get up.
5:45: Enter bathroom, shielding my eyes from the light which seems to enjoy making my head hurt.
6:00: Make sure I'm fully clothed (please note: makeup/hair/any form of making myself look put-together=non-existent.)
6:08: Speed to attendance school.
6:12: Make it with 3 minutes to spare.
6:15: Make a face at Mr. Farr.
6:30: Promptly fall asleep.
6:50: Wake up to find the girls sitting in front of me turned around, looking at me, and whispering/giggling. Give a jaunty wave, a smile, and then remember the giant red dot on my chin that I didn't bother to cover-up. Wave anyways.
7:10: Fall asleep again.
7:15: Free at last. Walk out to the parking lot. Notice/try to pretend not to notice a certain car next to mine. Speed home to make myself look presentable.
7:45: School starts, but I'm still at home, eating toast/forgetting things/trying to remember what I know I forgot.
8:20: Arrive to first period, late again, and feeling somewhat satisfied with my now non-hobo-like appearance.
8:30: Have a lovely discussion about lovely poems.
8:45: Hack up a lung and make several trips to the tissue box.
9:05: Walk to second period, or rather, the we-do-nothing-in-here class.
9:08: Wave at several people, and wink at others.
9:10-10:40: Read blogs, write on my blog, edit posts, listen to music, want crackers, remember my lunch is far away in my locker across the wide expanse of school, look forward to third period, spin my chair around, look out the window and think to myself, "Hey, it looks so sunny and warm out there. Good thing I know that it's secretly a frozen tundra."
10:42: Escape the computer lab and proceed to third period. Critique and discuss photography for an hour. Play with camera. Enjoy myself immensely.
12:10: Lunchtime. Spot certain faces in the crowd, eat my peanut butter crackers, sing in German.
12:54: Fourth period. Take practice AP Music Theory test. Realize that I have no chance of passing it. Make a mental note to not be stupid.
1:15: Wink at that person over there.
1:45: Become better friends with the tissue box.
2:15: Thank goodness school is over.
2:30: Wait around in the choir room with the tenor section. Madness ensues, involving a rodent and a cardboard box.
2:50: Andrew comes to get me and Sierra and I get some senior pictures taken in the bitter cold.
4:10: Andrew locks keys in car, and we wait 20 minutes for a backup key.
4:30: Hands are frozen and dead-looking.
5:00: Hands still frozen, but look more life-like.
5:18: Sit in Sierra's house without Sierra, eating popcorn.
5:30: Home again. Do some chores. Still not completely warm.
6:00: Play tunes on the piano, specifically music from Pride and Prejudice movies.
6:15: Send dorky/flirty/funny/random texts to some people.
6:30: Listen to siblings sing the same line from the same Justin Bieber song over and over and over and over again and again and again...
7:20: Eat a delicious new recipe that my mom made. Discover that creamed spinach isn't bad at all.
8:00: Online classes and some facebook stalking.
9:30: Chips and salsa? Yes.
10:20: Jammin' with my brother. We really know how to harmonize.
11:00: Love when I find texts on my phone after leaving it upstairs for awhile.
11:08: This is now. This is it.
I harmonize with the radio. And my iPod. And anything I listen to, almost always.
A few of my favorites: (or rather, a few songs/artists in which I have practiced my harmonies...yes, I have practiced. I do it automatically, ok?)
"Us", by Regina Spektor. It's quite a duet. You should hear it sometime.
Anything by Ingrid Michaelson. Anything.
"Scenic World," by Beirut
"I'll Be With You in Apple Blossom Time", by The Andrews Sisters
"What Dreams Are Made Of", by Lizzie McGuire
"Unwritten", by Natasha Bedingfield
"The Tide Is High", by Atomic Kitten
"Talk of the Town", by Jack Johnson
Beautiful, and kind.
Cooks delicious food, and bakes bread sometimes.
Appreciates simple things.
Reads lots of books and then recommends them to me.
Loves my dad.
Gets excited about silly things with me.
Supports my decisions and tells me when I need to make a change.
Has every right to say, "I told you so!" on a regular basis.
Gets Chinese take-out with me.
Pretends she likes my weird taste in music/clothes/stuff, unless she really hates it, and then she'll tell me so.
Taught me how to be thrifty/goes to thrift stores with me to find gems.
Makes everything lovely.
Blue-eyed and good-natured.
Makes jokes about the weirdest things. Like polar bears.
Appreciates it when I do my very best at everything.
Has meaningful conversations with me.
Loves my mom.
Understands how my logic works and helps me figure things out.
Is able to quote full scenes from movies.
Listens to cool music and is open to my suggestions.
Laughs at stupid YouTube videos with me.
Thinks I'm beautiful.
Goes on walks with me to talk about life and church.
Takes care of me and supports my family.