Overdue

I think a new post is long overdue. Not that anyone will read it, but it will make me feel better. I had the intention of writing about the college application process, but I've decided it's so overrated that I'm not even gonna bother.

On a happier note, I know where I want to go to school. OSU is looking like a mighty fine choice right now. I visited it this weekend and fell in love. I'm goin back in November - by myself! Get excited! =D

Anyway, this post was mostly to inform the general public that I am, indeed, still alive.

Until next time! :)

P.S. I took that picture in St. Croix (Virgin Islands) last summer. Ain't it purdy? :)

I guess it's better than being alone.

Mostly when I listen to music, I feel really indescribably happy. Every now and then, however, I get hold of a song that makes me feel... melancholy, almost. And it's funny, because whenever like that song crops up I hold on to it and listen to it obsessively. And sometimes I hear a song that doesn't make me feel happy but it doesn't make me feel sad, either. These songs are usually the ones that get me pensive, and the thoughts that float up are pretty interesting. Like tonight at church, everyone else was still downstairs having snack supper while I was upstairs alone with my thoughts. Here's a little sample of what was going through my head:

Sometimes I think I'm happier when I'm alone than when I'm around other people. People expect me to be the life of everything and just to generally bring joy, but sometimes I just don't want to be that. Like now. I'm really not as bubbly as everyone thinks I am. There's so much I have inside of me that I didn't even know existed til now... Maybe I should talk to Barbie about it. No... she might not understand. I could always just write it down. What is there to understand, anyway? That this is really just the story of a girl who thought she was happy but wasn't, who thought she had everything but really had nothing? 'Cause now I just sound like your generic emo kid. But I'm not. I'm just a girl who's alone in a big room with just her thoughts for company. And who wishes now more than ever that she had paper and pen so she could just write this all down. Funny how the only time I ever have anything to write is when I've got nothing to write on or with.

And now you're probably all thinking, "Jeez, this kid just needs to get over herself." But don't worry. I get into these moods only every once in a while. I'll be over myself by tomorrow. And if I'm not I give you full permission to slap some sense into me. (But not hard.)

Please don't add any more stress to the situation than is necessary.

Please someone tell me that I'm not the only one who feels stress coming in from all sides about the whole college application process?

From the school counselors: "You've got to keep up your attendence and make good grades so you can get into the college of your choice! Let us show you where you ought to be, even though you'd rather go elsewhere!"

From the parents (mostly my mom): "You've got to study everyday for your (insert standardized test here) so you can make a high score and get into college! You need community service hours, they like to see that! You've got to start worrying about this NOW!!"

From what seems like every college in the nation (and one overseas): "PICK ME PICK ME PICK ME!!!!!"

Jesus Christ, will y'all please just get off my back??? This is going to be stressful enough as it is, I don't need any help from the rest of the world.

Anyone who's got some experience with this process, I would really like some advice other than what's already been shoved down my throat. Comments, thoughts, suggestions, advice, anything. It's all much appreciated.

Anyway, here's a prettiful picture for you to feast your eyes upon. Enjoy. :)

Fun with camera.

I can honestly say that I did absolutely nothing productive today, and it felt so nice. I've decided that it's good to have nothing days, and we should all have them more often. They're good for your health, despite what the rest of the world may tell you.

A few nights ago I had a dream that I was in a plane crash. At first I thought we were just doing neat little spinny tricks through the air. I remember thinking, "All the people on the ground are going to think we're going down!" And then I realized that was exactly what we were doing. I went to get out my cell phone to call my parents and tell them what was happening, but the plane crashed before I got the chance. We landed in a parking lot somewhere in Dallas, and I was thrown out of the plane and bouncing around on top of these cars before I finally stopped. Somehow I survived.

Anyway, I figure that having a dream about a plane crash has got to mean something, right? So I went to dreammoods.com and typed in "plane crash." Here's what it said:

"To dream that a plane crashes, suggests that you have set overly high and unrealistic goals for yourself. Your goals may be too high and are impossible to realize. You are in danger of having it come crashing down. Alternatively, your lack of confidence, self-defeating attitude and self-doubt toward the goals you have set for yourself is represented by the crashing airplane; you do not believe in your ability to attain those goals. Loss of power and uncertainty in achieving your goals are also signified."

But, of course, what does the internet know about the way my mind works? I probably would have believed this under different circumstances, but as I never set goals for myself I know I can't reach, I find this answer completely untrue. Mostly I just think I had the dream because it was shortly after that plane crashed in Kentucky, and the rest of my dream was made up of bits and pieces of other things I had seen or that had happened to me.

BUT STILL.

Anyway, as today was my nothing day, I decided to have some fun with my camera. Here are some of the results. Enjoy. :)

Every drawing that I drew was never ever as cute as you.

Happy September!

So Tricia has been getting me hooked on things lately. Blogger, Vox, and Hellogoodbye, to name a few. And I'm finding that I'm getting really into blogging. There's just something about exposing myself to the world and getting feedback. (Please disregard the fact that I've yet to get any of said feedback.) Not to mention the fact that I love having an excuse to be on the internet.

RANDOM: I used to want to live in a lighthouse. My parents (I think it was my mom...?) shattered that by telling me that people don't live in lighthouses anymore because they all run on timers now.

SO?!?

I still want to live in one.

I think I was born in the wrong century. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love technology and all this stuff, but sometimes I wonder what life would be like if we all weren't so wired. If I could choose a century to live in, it would be the 19th.

I would wear dresses everyday, and would never wear a bra. I would wear shoes only on the specialist of occasions. I would be messy and probably have dirt smudged on my face. I would read books all the time, and when I wasn't reading, I'd be outside taking rediculously long walks and just generally enjoying nature. I would be a hopeless romantic. I would live in a log cabin on the edge of a small town and go to all the town balls. I would be outspoken, and I would never ever ride side-saddle.

End.