know what i love?

Colorful buildings. I love colorful buildings and paint. I've got to paint my room as soon as I get two free days in life, and I just can't wait to paint it something bright and new.


oh hai!

It's Sunday and you know what that means... ten on sunday!

Ten plans for the semi-near future:

1. Since I'm a baby, I will live at home and commute to college, hopefully keep my potential jobs, still somehow make friends, somehow find some nice guy to elope with, and all that. Sidebar on this at the bottom. (Bottom bar?) Note: I'm in my junior year of high school and already freaking out about this.
2. Become awesome. Refer to this post.
3. Make section leader again next year.
4. Survive all of my AP classes.
5. Learn how to play the ukulele.
6. Not fail at art.
7. Major in something dealing with marine science or ecology.
8. Live in a house with solar panels or geothermic heating or something awesome like that.
9. Maintain this blog... hopefully.
10. Adopt rescue animals from the shelter.

Okay, now the sidebar. This is what I wrote on it yesterday in my journal and I will share the abridged version with you all:

I just had a huge freak out panic attack for on and off all day long. It was about college and I realized I just can’t live in two places like it was at governor’s school or it would be just like it- panic attack almost every day. Even there, I didn’t feel like I belonged.

But who says I have to belong? Society wants to kick me out of the house right after senior year. Well guess what? I sobbed on my mother, then she said, “nobody’s kicking you out, sweetie. You have three great colleges right here. You can just live at home.” So I cried a little more, she left to pick up my sister from the movies and go shopping and pick up Japanese, and then I thought a little more. Assuming I get a job at *the flower shop* and/or the museum, I can keep those jobs, live at home, and just go to *ahem university*. I can pay my parents for rent, get free meals and laundry, and let that be that. I can cut so much of the room and board costs. I might even make some friends too, it won’t be like, go to school come directly home. I might just hang out there for a little bit. But it won’t be like, living in a dorm, then having a completely different place called home. Which throws me really weird, and I can’t figure out why.

My whole panic attack was because I didn’t feel like I could get truly comfortable because I’d just have to uproot and move out in a mere two years. But you know what? I’ll just do what they do in Europe, live and study at home until I get married or whatever. Not quite. I don't know if that's what they do in Europe. But there’s always the *apartments*. I can be like Nanny after college is out. There, see? I don’t have to move to a big city after all. I can just live my life, and maybe I’ll get bored or feel trapped, but life will be at least familiar and comfortable. (And that’s when I know I’ll be ready to move out and fly solo.) And no one is getting lost or permanently separated. And my sister will probably move out and grow up before I do, but you know what? I don’t care. She has done plenty of stuff before and at the same time as me. Whatever! I don’t have to be dictated by what everyone else does. Ha. So there, society! I beatcha!


Unfortunately, I’m doing just as my father said – I’m not facing my fears. Remember that email he sent me at governor’s school? Saying I can’t run forever? Well, I’m not. I’m just getting used to the water before I dive in and freeze and get hypothermia and drown. That’s all. Plus, I’m saving him money, so he cannot complain.


a real life sea monster

A picture I took while on the beach that looks like a sea monster. It's a balloon- lots of animals eat these accidentally, mistaking them for fish or jellyfish. Sad.


zen breakfast?

dang, that sounds like a good idea. i'd make tea, and sip it slowly on my porch while watching the sun rise over my misty, sleepy garden. i'd probably put on some zen music or something. or maybe just listen to the world waking up.

anyone want to join me in my zen breakfast? god knows we could all use a little more relaxation in our lives.



I don't see the point of not voting. You have the chance, you have the right and you're still going to sit at home and moan about how [America] sucks?

The thing that really pisses me off is when people say that voting is a waste. It is not. So maybe none of the parties are worth it, and they're all corrupt, but that doesn't mean you give up all hope and sit at home and do nothing. At least go vote against the party you dislike most. Otherwise you'll be the one crying when they come into power.

And dont' think that one vote can't make a difference. It can. Every drop counts in a bucket of water and the same goes for voting and elections.

No wonder our future looks so bleak.

I'll tell you who the problem is. Adults.

Aziza hits the nail on the head.


i know this is kind of weird, but...

i think i'd kind of like to learn to play the ukulele.



i've had a nightmare.
when i wake up in the middle of the night,
there is a thunderstorm coming.
i'm a little bit shaken still, but
i throw open the curtains to watch.
i can see the sky growing darker
with churning louds
glowing in the orange haze
of streetlights flickering out across the city.
i can feel the windows rattle,
and just hear the thunder.
i count the seconds
as they get shorter, and shorter.
the house shakes with its great roars
the sky sparkles in a ripple of light
the trees bow to its power
the driveway becomes a waterfall
the dark becomes a symphony
and the street becomes a river
as the rain begins to fall.
i shut my curtains
and lie back in bed.
i am lulled back to sleep,
comforted by knowing that bigger things are out there
than the demons in my nightmares.


Wow, you really read all that? Danggg. Props! =]

Well, I see you've just had the imponderable joy of stumbling onto the blog of an 18-year-old girl who can't really describe herself in 500 words or less, such as in little text boxes like these. She didn't intend her blog to really become so much like her online diary (she was hoping it would have an interesting, helpful purpose to serve the world and all) but blogging is just kind of fun. This girl's a bit of an environmentalist and a full-tilt vegetarian, a bit of an artist who can't draw, a bit of a writer who can't find time to read, and a completely hopeless romantic. She enjoys white chocolate, coloring, wading in creeks, music, Doctor Who, and speaking in third-person when it's unnecessary like this.

Now go read the rest of the blog and meet her, if you like of course. :)