This will be my last “this is a post” post on this blog, as I am now moving here
I word vomited about how I can’t be a writer. That’s ironic.
Got dat young classic end of the year post. Also this is terribly written, not in a modest way, as in I didn’t even try to be creative at all :(
“and so it goes…” -Alex, on what I should write
I’m just going to list out a bunch of moments and thoughts and tell you how they make me feel, at this current time.
Sometimes I have to remember that I didn’t give birth to 14 teenagers, and that my home is across town and my family only includes a set of parents and a young boy of a brother.
I like movies more than writing because I can say “I like you” in the most girly and flowery way as possible (which is probably a piece of a lie), or I can look at you and smile from ten different angles, and that would say more than words ever could (which is more of the truth).
If you don’t know, I split the first half of the year with my friend Click. He got April, I now have May. And so far, it’s been fantastically great. But I can only take so much goodness before I can’t believe it’s real.
“I think living in the suburbs stunts your growth.” I say, even though I shouldn’t be talking about height, ever, at all.
Sometimes, I forget about the things that keep me so little, and help me stay small. For some reason, they always relate to height, as if being high up reminds me why I love and hate the ground.
Because I’ve been so busy lately, everything seems so incomplete. Whenever I do think of something, it comes to me in little halves or bits and pieces. This is a collection of thoughts from this past week (that may be expanded into longer expressions)
So I won’t even lie, I wasn’t too thrilled to be back today. In fact, I was complaining to Alex and Angela this morning about how bored I was.
But now I’m back on my dash and the first post I see is from Mart (hi Mart how are you? :D) and I got a hello from Brianna this morning and Isaac looking snazzy in his tie and Gina and Maddy in their Easter clothes and the sweetest message from Joanna was in my ask and I just really missed the people.
Happy Easter! I actually have no clue what to write about first.
I (kind of) did it last year, so I’m doing it again. I’m giving up posting on my blog for Lent. I’m not allowed to give up meat after last year’s disaster, so I’m stopping the use of the luxury that is blogging.
So if you need me, I’ll be:
- in the Poly parking lot for at least 15 minutes after school gets out
- at the midnight premiere for the Hunger Games
- listening to Grace’s radio show on Friday nights
- lurking my favorite blogger’s blogs aka Joanna because you are my favorite blogger
- filming the Saturday shows of Poly’s spring production
- in the Barnes & Noble Starbucks writing
- at Chipotle, the Victoria Country Club parking lot, Cole Nelson’s, Angela’s, the movie theatre, etc.
- and of course, hanging out with the Gang. Which seems to be a very unpopular thing according to my ask box. Let’s bring back the classic who knows, who cares
Until next time :)