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| This whole week has been kind of surreal. I think this whole leaving for college thing in the fall is finally starting to hit me. And no, it's not because of signing up for orientation or talking to future roommates or even having to answer the over asked question "so what do you want to do with your life?" which is fine the first couple times its asked, but after the 30th time it's enough to drive you nutty. No, those are all very valid things to make me realize that I won't be in annapolis in 3 months but it really wasn't until tuesday when everything seemed to smack me in the forehead. To put it in perspective, I was reading this story that Julia, Jenna, and I wrote back as sophmores during the cornerstone years which reminded me that I was a sophmore only 2 years ago and really when you think about it that isn't that long ago. But it feels like an eternity has gone by and I really don't remember what happened between then and now. I know that I took some classes...worked a little....maybe even hung out with friends but in reality everything is just a blur and I really hope that I didn't waste those 2 years away. It makes me wonder: what's going to happen 2 years from now? Where will I be? Hopefully still in college, but so much can happen. And times seems to go by so much faster when you get older. I remember being in middle school and counting down the days until summer came and when it finally came it never seemed to end. Days lasted forever. I would sit around all day and just watch the clock inch by minute by minute. Now I couldn't give enough to get those wasted minutes back and pack my day with things to do. I don't know exactly what I would do...something productive perhaps. Definitely practice vocabulary since I don't know big words and the big words I do know I don't know how to use. I should have stuck with ballet, too. That's one big fat regret of my past: giving up my dream of being a ballerina. My future children (waaay in the future) are going to hate me because i'll be one of those parents who makes them stick with a sport or instrument until they're 16 or something just so they don't give it up because it's too hard. I always wondered why my mom would never let me stop taking piano...but i'm glad she did because i'm sure that would be another regret on the list. But in all reality, there really shouldn't be any regrets on a list because everything happens for a reason no matter how much you don't want them to. Though being a ballerina would've been pretty cool. I really don't know how I got all the way to ballet from college but i'm sure there's a point in here somewhere. I guess what i'm trying to say is that I feel like this summer is the most important 3 months of my life at the moment. And if i waste away even a minute that i'll regret being a lazy bum who just watches tv or doesn't get together with people. I don't want to look back in the fall and say "man, I wish I'd valued those last months before college more". That would be depressing. I've seen a lot of friends come home from college these past couple of weeks and it's amazing how much they've changed! I know they haven't really realized it (maybe some have...) but a lot of them grew up in the past year. So when I leave in August and come back in November life will never be the same. I'm sure i'll want it to be the same, but I will never get the years of my life pre-college back. I realized this last Tuesday as I was walking through Ikea shopping for my dorm room. I was buying and picking up things that would be at college with me. Stuff that would be in my new room. I won't be sleeping in my room anymore, but i'll have a roommate (well, 3) and my parents won't be there. I'm SO excited, you have no idea! But I feel as if there's a lot of pressure for me to do something every single minute this summer so that I don't miss out on anything. So this whole growing up this is really stressful.
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| 3 down, one more to go!
i'm so ready for school to be over, but even more ready for high school to be over with! which, technically, it is as of this Saturday. so this being my annual xanga post, i should probably say something stunning that deserves some kind of special sound effect in the background....buuuut my brain isn't working because i did 2 1/2 hours of math today so i'll continue this later.
adieu.
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| I've never really been very good at this whole "commiting thing". So when I said I would write religiously on xanga and have a rebeginning reformation last August, I really was actually lying to myself because I clearly should have known that this isn't something i'd be able to keep up with. I like reading other people's blogs, but keeping my own? Nuh uh, not happening. So with that being said, don't expect me anytime time soon unless I feel moved to post on here again. I've got good news though! I found my college and it's perfect  . I guess finding a college is like finding your true love. You know it when you find it, but when collegeless people (or single people...trying to keep with this comparision) ask you how you knew it was right for you, it's hard to explain and all you can say is "It just feels right." | | |
| So, i've decided that a new entry is in order since Number 1: I haven't posted since February (holy cow!) and Number 2: I haven't gotten to try out all the super cool new features on this thing yet. So here I am, after a crazy summer and the day before school, finally posting a completely pointless post (say that 10 times fast).
I didn't think it would happen, I thought that I would be the exception to the rule. But I knew that wouldn't be so after a month I got it. It was the same as when I first started high school. I vowed that I wouldn't become like those other high schoolers at youth group that slacked off halfway through and stopped coming to stuff or wouldn't talk to freshman. But look where I am now...I vow never to make stupid vows anymore, or at least when I do make a vow to stick with it. Because not only am I m.i.a. every week at bible study and sunday school, i've become one of those stuck up seniors who don't talk to lower classmen. Sad, but true. It's something to work on, and i'll work on it this year. It's my last year here, and I need to make up for all the years i've wandered away and find the passion I used to have for church. But anways, back to my main point before I forget it completely is that when I got myspace, I thought I would still stick with dear ol' xanga. But it wasn't so, I got wrapped up in myspacing and messaging and stalking...*ahem* and eventually I completely forgot about this. So i'm baaaack! Yay for me 
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| flat tires= bad
free service= good
caramel brownie= happy moment to an unproductive day
sushi @ tsunamis= muy muy bien! | | |
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