Here's some food for thought.
I hate that expression. "Food for thought" I think all the time. why would i need food to think? Wouldn't you get insanely fat if you were eating and thinking simultaneously? gah.
Because the last post was one intended to make you fall out of your chair laugh and hit your head on the floor just hard enough so that you didn't get a concussion, it's going to be balanced out with a less light-hearted blog post.
While conjuring up more witty blog posts today, two things crossed my mind: 1. My Best friend, Keeli. 2. A book I recently finished reading.
How does one have to do with another?
Well the first isn't really about Keeli herself, but often what we talk about. In the midst of signing up for next year's IB classes and working on this horrible project called the MGRR, we are both pretty much confused out of our minds and have a general feeling that whatever we decide to do for now, or next year, is going to be the difference between being high successful, or being a hobo. Hence, when we are Iming, texting or talking,we often turn to each other and ask: "what am I doing with my life?" except usually we're upset or confused to it turns out to be more like:
"WhAT AM i doiiiiinnnnnggg with my Lyyyyyiieeeeeeeeeeeeeefaaaaaaah!!!!!"
get the picture?
The second thing was my recent completion of the book: "The Truth About Forever" by Sara Dessen. While I'm not the type of girl who is into sappy romance novels, this had the perfect balance of literature and relateablility. Is that a word? autocorrect didn't seem to think so... This book first attracted me because I think a creative title is more alluring than anything else, especially if I think it's going to somehow teach me some lesson or show me something new.
In this book, a girl who was going through a very tough time in her life found happiness and revival through the love of a really nice guy and the mindset of doing what makes her happy. In the end, she makes what I have found to be one of the greatest conclusions ever drawn on the subject of time, and how we live our lives. It answers the great question I was asking all through the book, on the very. last. page. It goes like this:
"You just never knew. Forever was so many different things. It was always changing, it was what everything was really all about. It was twenty minutes, or a hundred years, or just this instant, or any instant I wished would last and last. But there was only one truth about forever that really mattered, and that was this: it was happening."
I'm not going to bore you with terrible cliche's (I couldn't figure out how to make that accent mark on here. too dumb) like "Live in the moment" or "do what makes you happy and you will be happy." That sappy crap is for facebook pages that people are intended to like, but not here. So I leave you with that passage...and the whole "food for thought" thing I mentioned earlier. blegh.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Sunday, January 16, 2011
5 Reasons Why We Need To Re-build My High School.
My high school, an old rotting brick building, has been undergoing some fantastic construction projects lately...acutally, that's a lie, the recent construction projects have led to asbestos exposure and the electrocution of a squirrel who chewed through some power lines...Anyways, despite the labored efforts of many construction workers, the 70's built landmark would most benefit from being torn down and completely rebuilt, which is obviously completely unreasonable because it would cost too much money and there's no way they could get it done during the summer. gosh dang.
Here are five reason's why they need to take a wrecking ball to the school:
1. There's always a very odd smell around the back part of the school. I don't know if the bathroom are being occupied by someone who just had taco bell, or the science classrooms are burning garbage, but either way it's nasty...and it's permanent.
2. The carpet looks like muppet died on it. It's the weirdest shade of grey, has unidentifiable stains that cover almost every inch, and occasionally you can spot glitter stuck in it...which is the result of a senior prank that happened a few years back (kudos to them, btw)
3. It's a dungeon. I would estimate that only about 40% of the classrooms have windows facing out to the beautiful sunshing. Our school basically has a main level and a basement level because it on a slope. Henceforth, you hardly ever get good enough reception to text in class. Best-case scenario is that you can wave your phone above your head while the prison guards...i mean...teachers...have their backs to you.
4. The ceilings. Not only are they crazy low, causing those extremely tall basketball playing boys to look like they're about to hit their heads...but the white tiles which cover them are either:
a. Falling out
b. jammed with pencils
c. have abstract stains on them which, if you turn your head the right way, can look like Jesus descending from the heavens.
5. The Grandma building has seen better days. Since it was build in the 70's the building has been given many additions, but to no avail. The hallways can barely accommodate the student body during passing periods, the auditorium can barely fit our spectators for all the concerts and plays we do, and it's just downright gross.
Don't get me wrong, I love my school...and after the recent completion of the locker room construction, I am thankful that I don't have to change in the suffocating bathrooms where you had to attempt to change while also trying to avoid getting too close to everyone else's unclothed bodies and B.O....very. thankful.
but I do think that some new mold-free walls would do everyone some good...right?
Here are five reason's why they need to take a wrecking ball to the school:
1. There's always a very odd smell around the back part of the school. I don't know if the bathroom are being occupied by someone who just had taco bell, or the science classrooms are burning garbage, but either way it's nasty...and it's permanent.
2. The carpet looks like muppet died on it. It's the weirdest shade of grey, has unidentifiable stains that cover almost every inch, and occasionally you can spot glitter stuck in it...which is the result of a senior prank that happened a few years back (kudos to them, btw)
3. It's a dungeon. I would estimate that only about 40% of the classrooms have windows facing out to the beautiful sunshing. Our school basically has a main level and a basement level because it on a slope. Henceforth, you hardly ever get good enough reception to text in class. Best-case scenario is that you can wave your phone above your head while the prison guards...i mean...teachers...have their backs to you.
4. The ceilings. Not only are they crazy low, causing those extremely tall basketball playing boys to look like they're about to hit their heads...but the white tiles which cover them are either:
a. Falling out
b. jammed with pencils
c. have abstract stains on them which, if you turn your head the right way, can look like Jesus descending from the heavens.
5. The Grandma building has seen better days. Since it was build in the 70's the building has been given many additions, but to no avail. The hallways can barely accommodate the student body during passing periods, the auditorium can barely fit our spectators for all the concerts and plays we do, and it's just downright gross.
Don't get me wrong, I love my school...and after the recent completion of the locker room construction, I am thankful that I don't have to change in the suffocating bathrooms where you had to attempt to change while also trying to avoid getting too close to everyone else's unclothed bodies and B.O....very. thankful.
but I do think that some new mold-free walls would do everyone some good...right?
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Why Being Tall is Worse Than Having a Third Arm Growing Out Your Back
For those of you who don't know me, or as a refresher for those of you who do, I am really really tall. Not the tallest by any means, but I hit the measuring tape just a smidge under 6 feet. Now, all my life i have endured the many challenges that accompany this state of being, and I have kept (mostly) quiet about my frustrations....BUT NOT ANYMORE. Short girls think they have it bad? HAH! Think again! Tall girls have it WAY worse.
Here's why:
Exhibit A: Shopping. Tall people, like myself, can never just go out and buy whatever they want and know it will look good. No. Every pair of jeans has to be ordered in extra long, every shirt, while it may be the right size, comes up above your bellybutton, you have to look for the BIG. YELLOW. TAGS. At DSW that say "Size 11" because your feet have to be enormous to offset your vertical giftedness. Life is just inconvenient...And don't even talk to me about high heels. While they may look good, even an extra inch off the ground make you a giant compared to everyone else...especially in high school.
Exhibit B: You have to play Basketball. You just do. I cannot count the number of times people have asked me if I play this sport...And I don't. I played for two seasons and middle school, and if I did well, people gave ALL the credit to my height, and if I sucked, well, I never heard the end of it...because really, what tall person is BAD at Basketball?
Exhibit C: The Dating world is 10X harder. Wanna know what I hate most? When I see a perfectly good guy who is OVER 6'2-3'' and he's walking down the halls, holding hands with some chick who should still be using a booster seat in the car. It makes me want to karate chop their knee caps. In all reality, tall girls don't want to date short guys. they just don't. In no Disney movie does Prince Charming EVER come up to Cinderella's boobs. SO WHY THE HELL DO TALL GUYS DATE SHORT GIRLS? Tall girls are easier to hug, easier to dance with, less awkward to look down at, and they smell nicer.
Maybe that last one's a lie, but I'm taking every opportunity I can get so that I don't end up crying my eyes out on prom night while eating a tub of Rocky Road Ice Cream and watching "The Notebook."...and I REALLY hate that movie.
Exhibit D: You're always in the back for pictures. nobody can see your face, and no one cares if you get cut out. Kodak moment my ass.....
Exhibit E: You hit your head on everything. And people get mad at you for it...doorways, chandeliers, streamers, your grandma's urn, I've been in contact with it all.
Exhibit F: People sitting behind me HATE my guts. It doesn't matter if it's in school at a desk, at the movies, or at a concert: EVERYONE hates me. They can't see because they're midget sized body got stuck behind the skyscraper...so then I have to sink down in my chair and as a result, get out of class feeling like I've been run over by a semi truck. I'm sorry. My mother fed me too many vegetables before I could talk and I had no way of stopping her.
...The below image is basically the story of my life. except I am neither Asian nor male.
~Eeeeeds
Here's why:
Exhibit A: Shopping. Tall people, like myself, can never just go out and buy whatever they want and know it will look good. No. Every pair of jeans has to be ordered in extra long, every shirt, while it may be the right size, comes up above your bellybutton, you have to look for the BIG. YELLOW. TAGS. At DSW that say "Size 11" because your feet have to be enormous to offset your vertical giftedness. Life is just inconvenient...And don't even talk to me about high heels. While they may look good, even an extra inch off the ground make you a giant compared to everyone else...especially in high school.
Exhibit B: You have to play Basketball. You just do. I cannot count the number of times people have asked me if I play this sport...And I don't. I played for two seasons and middle school, and if I did well, people gave ALL the credit to my height, and if I sucked, well, I never heard the end of it...because really, what tall person is BAD at Basketball?
Exhibit C: The Dating world is 10X harder. Wanna know what I hate most? When I see a perfectly good guy who is OVER 6'2-3'' and he's walking down the halls, holding hands with some chick who should still be using a booster seat in the car. It makes me want to karate chop their knee caps. In all reality, tall girls don't want to date short guys. they just don't. In no Disney movie does Prince Charming EVER come up to Cinderella's boobs. SO WHY THE HELL DO TALL GUYS DATE SHORT GIRLS? Tall girls are easier to hug, easier to dance with, less awkward to look down at, and they smell nicer.
Maybe that last one's a lie, but I'm taking every opportunity I can get so that I don't end up crying my eyes out on prom night while eating a tub of Rocky Road Ice Cream and watching "The Notebook."...and I REALLY hate that movie.
Exhibit D: You're always in the back for pictures. nobody can see your face, and no one cares if you get cut out. Kodak moment my ass.....
Exhibit E: You hit your head on everything. And people get mad at you for it...doorways, chandeliers, streamers, your grandma's urn, I've been in contact with it all.
Exhibit F: People sitting behind me HATE my guts. It doesn't matter if it's in school at a desk, at the movies, or at a concert: EVERYONE hates me. They can't see because they're midget sized body got stuck behind the skyscraper...so then I have to sink down in my chair and as a result, get out of class feeling like I've been run over by a semi truck. I'm sorry. My mother fed me too many vegetables before I could talk and I had no way of stopping her.
...The below image is basically the story of my life. except I am neither Asian nor male.
~Eeeeeds
Thursday, January 13, 2011
My Heater Almost Blew Up Today
Yes people, you read that right.
I was sitting on the couch in the living room, watching Police Women of Cincinnati while my dad stood in the kitchen checking his phone. Suddenly, without warning we heard a scary whirring noise, similar to the one Buddy from Elf makes when trying to explain what the heater sounds like to his dad.
Moments later we started smelling smoke. My dad kicked his butt into gear and ran to the basement. As if by fate, my mom called. I answered and the conversation started with "HI MOM CANT TALK RIGHT NOW THE HOUSE IS MAKING A WEIRD SOUNDS AND SMELLS LIKE FIRE!!!"
probably not very comforting.
Anyways, while still on the phone I run downstairs to the utility room where dad is standing looking like he's about to pee his pants. He's fiddling with the heater and yells
"Eden Go Up stairs and turn the heater down!"
I run upstairs. The heater is dead. The entire house is smokey.
I book it like roadrunner down to the basement, sure to find that my dad will either be.
a. Dead
b. having an asthma attack
c. yelling at me to go wake up my brother and grab the fire box to evacuate.
but he's still standing there, looking like his pants are wet, and the whirring noise has stopped. Already I can feel the air thinning back to normal.
What happened, according to my dad, was that the fan which blows heat through the house was dead, causing it to start and fail, hence the whirring noise. Apparently when that happens, just like in your computer, it starts to burn. hence the smoke.
Realizing that I still have the phone in my hand, slightly shaken I say: "Okaymomeverythingsfixedcan'twaittoseeyouwhenyougethomeBYE." and hang up.
So the house is fine, and everyone needs to go change their underwear...but dad turned off the heater so we SHOULD be all good. However, now all the windows are open to air out the smoke smell so it's about -20 degrees inside and we can hear the coyotes from the field howling their heads off. Honestly, we moved into the house and things have just been getting weirder and weirder. So...I guess the final note here is: If I'm not alive tomorrow morning, please make sure someone feeds my cat.
~Eden
I was sitting on the couch in the living room, watching Police Women of Cincinnati while my dad stood in the kitchen checking his phone. Suddenly, without warning we heard a scary whirring noise, similar to the one Buddy from Elf makes when trying to explain what the heater sounds like to his dad.
Moments later we started smelling smoke. My dad kicked his butt into gear and ran to the basement. As if by fate, my mom called. I answered and the conversation started with "HI MOM CANT TALK RIGHT NOW THE HOUSE IS MAKING A WEIRD SOUNDS AND SMELLS LIKE FIRE!!!"
probably not very comforting.
Anyways, while still on the phone I run downstairs to the utility room where dad is standing looking like he's about to pee his pants. He's fiddling with the heater and yells
"Eden Go Up stairs and turn the heater down!"
I run upstairs. The heater is dead. The entire house is smokey.
I book it like roadrunner down to the basement, sure to find that my dad will either be.
a. Dead
b. having an asthma attack
c. yelling at me to go wake up my brother and grab the fire box to evacuate.
but he's still standing there, looking like his pants are wet, and the whirring noise has stopped. Already I can feel the air thinning back to normal.
What happened, according to my dad, was that the fan which blows heat through the house was dead, causing it to start and fail, hence the whirring noise. Apparently when that happens, just like in your computer, it starts to burn. hence the smoke.
Realizing that I still have the phone in my hand, slightly shaken I say: "Okaymomeverythingsfixedcan'twaittoseeyouwhenyougethomeBYE." and hang up.
So the house is fine, and everyone needs to go change their underwear...but dad turned off the heater so we SHOULD be all good. However, now all the windows are open to air out the smoke smell so it's about -20 degrees inside and we can hear the coyotes from the field howling their heads off. Honestly, we moved into the house and things have just been getting weirder and weirder. So...I guess the final note here is: If I'm not alive tomorrow morning, please make sure someone feeds my cat.
~Eden
Lean On Me
when you're not strooonnnggg
and I'l be your frieeenddd. I'll help you caaaaryy on. for, it won't be loooong
till I'm gonna need, somebody to leaaaannnn on
All singing aside this is actually kind of a serious post.
At first, I didn't really have an idea for it. The only thing was Lean On Me being stuck in my head, seeing as how we are singing it in choir. then it occurred to me.
insight.
In my last post I mentioned how I was never able to picture myself, or my life, outside of high school. Which led me to believe that there WAS no life outside of high school. Up until this very day I pretty much wrote this off as a universal truth. Today I began to face the reality of how not only will MY life will continue to go beyond the asbestos-covered walls of NHS, but the lives of my peers will continue as well. An honestly, it makes me all the more excited to think that soon I won't have to live in a world where not only is everyone super obnoxious, but where you don't feel like your life revolves around doing homework.
Where will my fellow classmates be in five years? ten? twenty? fifty? it's crazy to think that the guy that sits behind me in physics could be the next president (actually that's probably a lie, he's a dolt) or that the girl next to me in choir could be as famous as Lady Gaga...minus the meat suit. They'll all have careers, kids, perhaps an affair or two. kidding...that was supposed to be funny.
It's hard to tell if the people we rely on most now will continue to serve the same purpose and bring the same joy when as we go through our lives. Perhaps we will lose them, or misuse them, and new ones may come along and show us new adventures and new love. I hope that in my life my friends, or maybe just some of them, end up being with me for a very long time.
I look at adults in my life, my parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles and see that even though very few of their friends remain, due to geographic distance, age, or communication disconnection, they still live a great life.
I believe that friends in high school are really essential to the social growth and change that occurs. It's a scary and somewhat confusing process, and without people to confide in or help you in whatever way possible, it becomes ten times the task you originally thought it was.
I'm not even sure that the concept fits that well with the song Lean On Me, but hey, it's the words are true. well all need someone in our lives to help us carry the loads we lug around, whether they help by listening or making you laugh they are still important.
Just at this very moment I've decided something. At least once a week I will post a deep insightful post about life with the song lyrics as a title. Genius? Hell yes.
and I'l be your frieeenddd. I'll help you caaaaryy on. for, it won't be loooong
till I'm gonna need, somebody to leaaaannnn on
All singing aside this is actually kind of a serious post.
At first, I didn't really have an idea for it. The only thing was Lean On Me being stuck in my head, seeing as how we are singing it in choir. then it occurred to me.
insight.
In my last post I mentioned how I was never able to picture myself, or my life, outside of high school. Which led me to believe that there WAS no life outside of high school. Up until this very day I pretty much wrote this off as a universal truth. Today I began to face the reality of how not only will MY life will continue to go beyond the asbestos-covered walls of NHS, but the lives of my peers will continue as well. An honestly, it makes me all the more excited to think that soon I won't have to live in a world where not only is everyone super obnoxious, but where you don't feel like your life revolves around doing homework.
Where will my fellow classmates be in five years? ten? twenty? fifty? it's crazy to think that the guy that sits behind me in physics could be the next president (actually that's probably a lie, he's a dolt) or that the girl next to me in choir could be as famous as Lady Gaga...minus the meat suit. They'll all have careers, kids, perhaps an affair or two. kidding...that was supposed to be funny.
It's hard to tell if the people we rely on most now will continue to serve the same purpose and bring the same joy when as we go through our lives. Perhaps we will lose them, or misuse them, and new ones may come along and show us new adventures and new love. I hope that in my life my friends, or maybe just some of them, end up being with me for a very long time.
I look at adults in my life, my parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles and see that even though very few of their friends remain, due to geographic distance, age, or communication disconnection, they still live a great life.
I believe that friends in high school are really essential to the social growth and change that occurs. It's a scary and somewhat confusing process, and without people to confide in or help you in whatever way possible, it becomes ten times the task you originally thought it was.
I'm not even sure that the concept fits that well with the song Lean On Me, but hey, it's the words are true. well all need someone in our lives to help us carry the loads we lug around, whether they help by listening or making you laugh they are still important.
Just at this very moment I've decided something. At least once a week I will post a deep insightful post about life with the song lyrics as a title. Genius? Hell yes.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
I.B. Signing my life away?
As second semester of sophomore year is starting, us Pre-Ib kids are making the critical decision to either STAY in IB or switch into AP. I'm proud to say that today I finalized my decision....
drum roll please...
I am doing IB.
Though i don't think that it's the big shocker you think it is. I'm a smart kid, and I really don't mind school. Also, it was kind of difficult to compare the two, considering that the AP world is about as foreign to me as Madagascar was to the zoo animals in that crappy dreamworks movie.
Moving on.
All this IB hubub is making me think more and more about the future, and my life outside of high school...and college for that matter. I've never pictured myself getting old. I've always imagined myself the sparkling creature you see today, wrinkle-free and not on anyone's pay roll.
But I guess things change and it's about as inevitable as death and taxes. All these thoughts evoke the questions: How to I make the most of my life? What should I do to make ME happy?
I guess the key is to take it step by step. Right now? Well, my next step is the spring break trip to Europe. The step after that? Turning 16 the week after, and consequently obtaining a license...and therefore obtaining...
FREEDOM!
drum roll please...
I am doing IB.
Though i don't think that it's the big shocker you think it is. I'm a smart kid, and I really don't mind school. Also, it was kind of difficult to compare the two, considering that the AP world is about as foreign to me as Madagascar was to the zoo animals in that crappy dreamworks movie.
Moving on.
All this IB hubub is making me think more and more about the future, and my life outside of high school...and college for that matter. I've never pictured myself getting old. I've always imagined myself the sparkling creature you see today, wrinkle-free and not on anyone's pay roll.
But I guess things change and it's about as inevitable as death and taxes. All these thoughts evoke the questions: How to I make the most of my life? What should I do to make ME happy?
I guess the key is to take it step by step. Right now? Well, my next step is the spring break trip to Europe. The step after that? Turning 16 the week after, and consequently obtaining a license...and therefore obtaining...
FREEDOM!
Friday, January 7, 2011
High School Pet Peeves
I really love high school. I do. I mean, I like being social, seeing my friends, and I say, with much hesitation, I kinda dig learning. With the exception of a few subjects. But sometimes....grrrRgRRRRGRRRRRRR. People or things make me upset. Here's a list of the things that make me want to punch small furry animals.
1. People who walk too slow in the hallways:
Seriously, I KNOW we have 10 minutes to get to class, but if there's 2 minutes left and I have to get across the school, because my last class got out late, the last thing I need is rows upon rows of people who are moving at a snail's pace because they can't stand to be far away from each other. SERIOUSLY. My granny could out-stroll you.
2.Awkward Hall Lovers:
This term was coined by my dear friend Greta. In short, these are the couples who cling to each other in the halls during passing periods and sit there fondling each other, and you have to avoid them while trying to not get some sort of sexually transmitted disease.
3. The lunches:
Sometimes I go off campus for lunch, but seeing as I have no car and no license, I am usually stuck eating some gross variety of pre-frozen greasy unidentifiable slop. One that would make prisoners quiver in their booties. Y-U-C-K
4. Trying to get my schedule changed:
If you have a class you don't want or shouldn't be taking, good luck finding a replacement there, brother. Counseling? not that helpful. Usually they tell you that everything is full and attempt to stick you in some sort of aiding position, which my mother considers "a useless waste of brain power" haha. oh, mom.
5. Freshmen:
This is a pretty standard one at my school. Mostly they don't respect ANY of the other grades, and feel they need to break the stereotype by being even more irritating. They just get in the way. I cannot count how many times I've heard freshmen girls SQUEALING at the top of their lungs about how they just got their permit and "oh-mah-gawsh driver's ed sucks so bad" and whatnot.
shut. up.
What's worse is when they cut in the lunch line. You THOUGHT you were the tenth person in line, but then twenty minutes goes by and you realize a huge bubble of freshman accumulated towards the beginning and now your the one who gets the last cold slice of questionable pizza. murder me.
So if you are offended by anything in this list, sorry, but that's the way it goes and you have to suck it up. Feel free to punch the closest standing human being out of frustration. that's my gift to you.
1. People who walk too slow in the hallways:
Seriously, I KNOW we have 10 minutes to get to class, but if there's 2 minutes left and I have to get across the school, because my last class got out late, the last thing I need is rows upon rows of people who are moving at a snail's pace because they can't stand to be far away from each other. SERIOUSLY. My granny could out-stroll you.
2.Awkward Hall Lovers:
This term was coined by my dear friend Greta. In short, these are the couples who cling to each other in the halls during passing periods and sit there fondling each other, and you have to avoid them while trying to not get some sort of sexually transmitted disease.
3. The lunches:
Sometimes I go off campus for lunch, but seeing as I have no car and no license, I am usually stuck eating some gross variety of pre-frozen greasy unidentifiable slop. One that would make prisoners quiver in their booties. Y-U-C-K
4. Trying to get my schedule changed:
If you have a class you don't want or shouldn't be taking, good luck finding a replacement there, brother. Counseling? not that helpful. Usually they tell you that everything is full and attempt to stick you in some sort of aiding position, which my mother considers "a useless waste of brain power" haha. oh, mom.
5. Freshmen:
This is a pretty standard one at my school. Mostly they don't respect ANY of the other grades, and feel they need to break the stereotype by being even more irritating. They just get in the way. I cannot count how many times I've heard freshmen girls SQUEALING at the top of their lungs about how they just got their permit and "oh-mah-gawsh driver's ed sucks so bad" and whatnot.
shut. up.
What's worse is when they cut in the lunch line. You THOUGHT you were the tenth person in line, but then twenty minutes goes by and you realize a huge bubble of freshman accumulated towards the beginning and now your the one who gets the last cold slice of questionable pizza. murder me.
So if you are offended by anything in this list, sorry, but that's the way it goes and you have to suck it up. Feel free to punch the closest standing human being out of frustration. that's my gift to you.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Breaking the Cycle
Wake up.
Get dressed, Put on makeup, Straighten hair, throw in a headband for good measure.
Eat breakfast
Go to school
1st period
2nd period
3rd period
Lunch
4th period
Bus
Home
Homework
dinner
dishes
TV
Bed
Repeat.
This is basically how every Monday through Friday looks for me, and probably for a lot of other students at my high school, with the exception of the overly social children who are permanently attached to the hips of all their friends.
Or all their Facebook friends.
the second being the worst variety.
Perhaps I'm exaggerating a little, I mean, I do text, listen to music, talk on the phone, and party <-(This last ones usually on the weekends). Let me make this clear: I. Have. a. Social Life. I'm not some dweeb writing a blog because I'm depressed with my life and want to vent about how everyone hates me.
But sometimes I feel like everyone gets stuck. We get into a pattern, or cycle, if you wish to humor the title. We fill our days with what we have to, or need to do, and sometimes are unable to take a step back and do something different.
I don't wish to generalize, but a lot of people my age just sit.
and they sit.
and they go through their life.
in that cycle.
and they wait.
expecting something to happen.
and nothing does.
And they are disappointed.
But really, how can we expect something to happen if nothing really ever changes? How can we long for our lives to have a bit more excitement, if we base it on being...for lack of a better word...boring.
In high school, we are always striving for something. This could be an A on the next exam, the big win for the varsity football team, or to get that total hottie (yeah, I'm a girl, I use phrases like "total hottie"...) to notice you and FINALLY finally ask you to homecoming. We get so caught up in these goals that when they don't happen, we feel like we have failed. So we retreat back into that cycle, where we do nothing but the safe an familiar, only poking our heads out of that safe cocoon on occasion.
So here's how it goes. In 2011, I vow to break the cycle. I vow to do the unexpected when everybody else is not. I vow to be spontaneous and creative, and possibly a little irrational to get me through the day, the week, the month, or hell, the whole damn year.
So here's my challenge to you, oh readers. Be spontaneous today. TP a house (remember not to damage the property). Go for a jog around the neighborhood, take your little brother to ice cream. Build a pillow fort with the neighbor. whatever floats your boat, but do it with a desire to be happy. and do it with a desire to break the cycle.
Get dressed, Put on makeup, Straighten hair, throw in a headband for good measure.
Eat breakfast
Go to school
1st period
2nd period
3rd period
Lunch
4th period
Bus
Home
Homework
dinner
dishes
TV
Bed
Repeat.
This is basically how every Monday through Friday looks for me, and probably for a lot of other students at my high school, with the exception of the overly social children who are permanently attached to the hips of all their friends.
Or all their Facebook friends.
the second being the worst variety.
Perhaps I'm exaggerating a little, I mean, I do text, listen to music, talk on the phone, and party <-(This last ones usually on the weekends). Let me make this clear: I. Have. a. Social Life. I'm not some dweeb writing a blog because I'm depressed with my life and want to vent about how everyone hates me.
But sometimes I feel like everyone gets stuck. We get into a pattern, or cycle, if you wish to humor the title. We fill our days with what we have to, or need to do, and sometimes are unable to take a step back and do something different.
I don't wish to generalize, but a lot of people my age just sit.
and they sit.
and they go through their life.
in that cycle.
and they wait.
expecting something to happen.
and nothing does.
And they are disappointed.
But really, how can we expect something to happen if nothing really ever changes? How can we long for our lives to have a bit more excitement, if we base it on being...for lack of a better word...boring.
In high school, we are always striving for something. This could be an A on the next exam, the big win for the varsity football team, or to get that total hottie (yeah, I'm a girl, I use phrases like "total hottie"...) to notice you and FINALLY finally ask you to homecoming. We get so caught up in these goals that when they don't happen, we feel like we have failed. So we retreat back into that cycle, where we do nothing but the safe an familiar, only poking our heads out of that safe cocoon on occasion.
So here's how it goes. In 2011, I vow to break the cycle. I vow to do the unexpected when everybody else is not. I vow to be spontaneous and creative, and possibly a little irrational to get me through the day, the week, the month, or hell, the whole damn year.
So here's my challenge to you, oh readers. Be spontaneous today. TP a house (remember not to damage the property). Go for a jog around the neighborhood, take your little brother to ice cream. Build a pillow fort with the neighbor. whatever floats your boat, but do it with a desire to be happy. and do it with a desire to break the cycle.
Why I Feel It's Necesary To Start a Blog.
I think starting a blog is a pretty interesting thing to do. For some, it becomes a means of catharsis, and for others, it's a tool used to grab attention from anyone and everyone. Personally, I find it to be neither. I think starting a blog was a decision made in order to speak freely, but without feeling limited to status messages and worrying about how many "likes" it will get. Perhaps it will become an escape, but right now my mission statement goes a little something like this: Crack open the teenage brain and see what spills out. Actually, what spills out would probably be really a gross ooze of some sort, so we won't go there.
Anyways.
The point here is to be truthful, humorous, and to unwrap teenage life from the inside out. Perhaps some posts will be melancholy, some might be joyous, and others might be introspective. I can't promise I will post on any sort of strict basis, or publish fantastically long novels with every post. But sometimes short and sweet is exactly what people need. So I hope you are willing to take the leap with me, dear (and currently nonexistent readers)...nothing but real life going on here.
Are you with me?
xo
Eden
Anyways.
The point here is to be truthful, humorous, and to unwrap teenage life from the inside out. Perhaps some posts will be melancholy, some might be joyous, and others might be introspective. I can't promise I will post on any sort of strict basis, or publish fantastically long novels with every post. But sometimes short and sweet is exactly what people need. So I hope you are willing to take the leap with me, dear (and currently nonexistent readers)...nothing but real life going on here.
Are you with me?
xo
Eden
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