A few days ago I was getting gas. It clicked so I went to pump it an extra time or two just for good measure. When I pumped the first time gas overflowed and the wind blew it all over my pretty dress.
The end.
Awkward and Awesome
Happy Thursday! Currently I’m watching What’s Eating Gilbert Grape? for the first time. It’s kind of weird. Leo DiCaprio is super young.
Anywho, there are about three or four flies buzzing around us in our home and we can’t ever catch them and Toonces isn’t doing his job by killing them. Lazy cat.
This week I don’t really have any awkwards or many awesomes. Sorry, guys. But, I’ll do my best.
AWESOME:
-I graduate a week from Friday!
-My finals are going to be really easy next week. If only I can finish my piano barrier…
-The house is finally cooling down after being up to 78. Ugh.
AWKWARD/AWFUL:
-I’m getting a little sick.
-The house heated up to 78.
-There are three flies in here.
-Gilbert Grape is weird.
So there you have it. Have a good Thursday!
Moving On
*Sorry I’ve been so absent. Finals are looming and I’ve just been in sort of a haze this week! And last week for that matter. Hang with me and I promise I’ll get back to normal soon.*
In a week and two days I’ll leave Kilgore College for good. I’m not sure how I really feel about this. The last time I graduated I couldn’t WAIT to leave that place. I was busting at the seams ready to start a new chapter in my life and to meet new people. KC did that for me. I learned more in two years than I did in four at Sabine, my high school. I grew. I made newer, better friends. I loved school. I developed and discovered new passions. I got married. I moved.
I. Love. Music. And I don’t mean that like “I love music!”-which translates into “I listen to the radio a LOT and I buy CDs ALL the time.” I mean, I know theory. I can read music. I can play piano. My voice has gotten stronger and bigger and better. The music program is designed to saturate you in every aspect of music: Theory, ear training, piano, choir, small ensembles, voice lessons, theory keyboard, music literature, opera.
Coming from the high school I did and the music program there, I didn’t know a lick of music. And I mean that. How I got through those seven years in the same choir with the same director I honestly don’t know. I didn’t learn. I didn’t grow. I didn’t develop. But I still knew I needed music. It’s the only thing that’s EVER made me happy. It satisfies me. Before I even knew what it really was, I knew I wanted to do it. It’s unexplainable, but anyone who’s a musician knows how I feel.
But in a week I’ll be gently tossed out of the nest I’ve become accustomed to over the last two years. The same four teachers who have nurtured me and taught me things I wanted and needed to learn will fade away. I’ll have new teachers. A new environment. Do I want that now?
My friend, Kait, who is finishing up her freshman year at KC, is heading to UT Tyler in the fall, too. She, however, is ready for a change. A new environment. New people.
Me? I’ve had so many big life changes in the past six months I’m not sure if I want another. It seems like I’ve just developed new routines and a new life here in Laneville, and to develop one 50 minutes away, too? It feels like too much. Sometimes, on my way home from school, I get a tiny bit excited about going to UT with so many of my friends, but 90% of the rest of my time I still feel… empty, uncertain, unsure, blank on my decision to attend UT. No matter how many people testify to how awesome it is.
So, as yet another big life change is on my horizon, remember me in your prayers, if you could.
On another note, since Jason is such a basketball fanatic, most of our nights are full of playoff games. Clearly I’m going for the Mavs because Dirk is so cute. So is JJ Barea. UH. DORABLE.
Moving On
*Sorry I’ve been so absent. Finals are looming and I’ve just been in sort of a haze this week! And last week for that matter. Hang with me and I promise I’ll get back to normal soon.*
In a week and two days I’ll leave Kilgore College for good. I’m not sure how I really feel about this. The last time I graduated I couldn’t WAIT to leave that place. I was busting at the seams ready to start a new chapter in my life and to meet new people. KC did that for me. I learned more in two years than I did in four at Sabine, my high school. I grew. I made newer, better friends. I loved school. I developed and discovered new passions. I got married. I moved.
I. Love. Music. And I don’t mean that like “I love music!”-which translates into “I listen to the radio a LOT and I buy CDs ALL the time.” I mean, I know theory. I can read music. I can play piano. My voice has gotten stronger and bigger and better. The music program is designed to saturate you in every aspect of music: Theory, ear training, piano, choir, small ensembles, voice lessons, theory keyboard, music literature, opera.
Coming from the high school I did and the music program there, I didn’t know a lick of music. And I mean that. How I got through those seven years in the same choir with the same director I honestly don’t know. I didn’t learn. I didn’t grow. I didn’t develop. But I still knew I needed music. It’s the only thing that’s EVER made me happy. It satisfies me. Before I even knew what it really was, I knew I wanted to do it. It’s unexplainable, but anyone who’s a musician knows how I feel.
But in a week I’ll be gently tossed out of the nest I’ve become accustomed to over the last two years. The same four teachers who have nurtured me and taught me things I wanted and needed to learn will fade away. I’ll have new teachers. A new environment. Do I want that now?
My friend, Kait, who is finishing up her freshman year at KC, is heading to UT Tyler in the fall, too. She, however, is ready for a change. A new environment. New people.
Me? I’ve had so many big life changes in the past six months I’m not sure if I want another. It seems like I’ve just developed new routines and a new life here in Laneville, and to develop one 50 minutes away, too? It feels like too much. Sometimes, on my way home from school, I get a tiny bit excited about going to UT with so many of my friends, but 90% of the rest of my time I still feel… empty, uncertain, unsure, blank on my decision to attend UT. No matter how many people testify to how awesome it is.
So, as yet another big life change is on my horizon, remember me in your prayers, if you could.
On another note, since Jason is such a basketball fanatic, most of our nights are full of playoff games. Clearly I’m going for the Mavs because Dirk is so cute. So is JJ Barea. UH. DORABLE.
Peek-a-Boo
Yep, it’s me again. Here to rant and rave about so-called “street style blogs.”
Personally, I couldn’t be less of a fan. They’re narrow-minded on what they think style is. The Sartorialist is ranked one the most influential style blogs and while it does have some great inspiration, I couldn’t help myself to think, “Wow. Why is every single girl on here super tall and super skinny?” But am I really surprised? This is what people supposedly want, right? It’s what the media portrays as being the “it” thing. Perfect. I myself struggle with the reasons for wanting to lose some weight. Is it because I want to look like the image The Sartorialist portrays? Or do I want to do it so I’ll live a healthier life?
What REALLY grinds my gears though, is when they do post ONE picture out of a million of a girl who they call “curvy”. They’re PROUD of themselves. Like they’re doing us girls a favor for sneaking in a picture of someone who isn’t 110 lbs and 5’10″. Are you kidding me? I’m speaking of one specific post I just read on The Sartorialist. (The post is called On The Street….Angelika, Milan). She received some serious flack for calling that girl “curvy” in the comments and proceeded to ask what she should call her without calling her “normal”. How about just saying, “Wow! Look at her outfit!” Not calling attention to the fact that she doesn’t look like EVERY OTHER SINGLE GIRL ON YOUR BLOG.
In short. You aren’t doing us a favor by posting a single picture of someone who looks like me. It doesn’t exempt you from your narrow-mindedness. If you do showcase a girl like that, how about not calling attention to what she looks like? You don’t call attention to the weight and figure of every other girl you post about do you?
On the same note, what’s with girls my age and younger getting plastic surgery? My heart. Breaks. Are we not beautiful enough without artificial enhancements?
What do you think?
Sometimes I’m Awesome
… and sometimes I’m not. But let’s be serious here. Most of the time I am.
Boy it feels good to write without looking up sources and turning it in to turnitin.com. Lemme ‘splain. I just finished writing a 6 page (including bibliography) paper on Dante’s Inferno for my World Lit class. I’ve blogged a little about this class before, mostly about how much it sucks and how I’m ready for it to end in a couple of weeks. But this class has opened my eyes somewhat. Being required to discuss certain topics and read things I wouldn’t normally read has been.. a challenge. A welcome required challenge.
The only reason I did it before it was due so I can go to Canton tomorrow with my family! Woo thrifting!
pretty leopard shirt from the sister. 🙂
Believe it or not I’ve had some pretty amazing outfits the past couple of weeks. However, waiting for Jason to get home to take pictures of me hasn’t been on the top of my priority list. Maybe if you’re lucky I’ll recreate them so you can seeeeeeeee. 🙂 In the mean time someone please tell me how to make my ear stop itching. If you can’t do that, sign up for Pinterest. You’ll lose hours of your life. Thank me laterrrr.