Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Friday, January 1, 2010
First day of a new year
Bidding farewell to 2009, welcoming 2010. Ahh, I do love even years.
The first day of a new year!!!! Resolutions? Uncertain. However, I do promise to entertain more adamant thoughts of self respect.
The first day of a new year!!!! Resolutions? Uncertain. However, I do promise to entertain more adamant thoughts of self respect.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
so deck the halls with boughs of holly
I can't believe it is already Christmas Eve. Where does the time go when it flies over our heads and into oblivion? I have been seventeen for over two months now. I have completed my college applications, fallen in and out and back in of infatuation, questioned my morals, and continued to struggle between personal happiness and team duty.
On a lighter note, I am currently at my uncle and aunt's place in Forest Hills. I came up here intending to check on my college application statuses, which has proven only to be a serious stressor.
In any case, being done seems anticlimatic. A lot of things seem that way, actually. For example, my personal deadline of December 15--it went whooshing past with nary a sound. Christmas just isn't the same as it used to be, when I was younger and everything was a mystery and Santa Claus was a divine being.
I need to start saving more money. And also to start articulating my thoughts in the form of words isntead of inner turmoil, which may sound fun, but is not at all. I brought with me two books to indulge in tonight: Wuthering Heights, and the much more light-hearted Geektastic. The latter is an anthology of short stories from self-proclaimed "nerdy" authors, many of whom are apparently secretly obsessed with CosPlay and sci-fi conventions, etcetera etcetera.
This time next year, I'll be home from college. But where will I be coming from? Which campus green, or concrete, will I escape from to my suburban childhood home?
AHHH. it's insane just trying to picture it.
On a lighter note, I am currently at my uncle and aunt's place in Forest Hills. I came up here intending to check on my college application statuses, which has proven only to be a serious stressor.
In any case, being done seems anticlimatic. A lot of things seem that way, actually. For example, my personal deadline of December 15--it went whooshing past with nary a sound. Christmas just isn't the same as it used to be, when I was younger and everything was a mystery and Santa Claus was a divine being.
I need to start saving more money. And also to start articulating my thoughts in the form of words isntead of inner turmoil, which may sound fun, but is not at all. I brought with me two books to indulge in tonight: Wuthering Heights, and the much more light-hearted Geektastic. The latter is an anthology of short stories from self-proclaimed "nerdy" authors, many of whom are apparently secretly obsessed with CosPlay and sci-fi conventions, etcetera etcetera.
This time next year, I'll be home from college. But where will I be coming from? Which campus green, or concrete, will I escape from to my suburban childhood home?
AHHH. it's insane just trying to picture it.
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