Archive | September, 2010

Oh Dearest Me, What have I done.

17 Sep

Or not done actually.

I haven’t been posting anything. And mostly I’ve been pushing this off because I don’t know where to start with all of this nonsense! Anyway, school is pleseant if you would like to know. Truly lovely, I’ve never been one to want to go to school. Some days I wake up and the thought of rolling out of my warm bed to start the day is still scary. It’s freezing, don’t you know?! Gosh, but I do get out of bed and end up having an extremely pleasant day. You should too. Really, tomorrow we should all get up without that nagging voice in our head yelling “Stay in bed! It’s warm, you feel cuddly now! I know you want to go back to sleep!”. Can you imagine waking up without that? How wonderful!

I’ll tell you how it goes tomorrow. I’M BACK!


Summer, You Did It Again.

7 Sep

I’m not sure how it got passed me, I find myself as a somewhat perceptive human being. Well, I suppose this proves me wrong. Where the hell has summer gone? It truly vanished; yesterday it was in my grasp. Today is another story, I feel it but it’s gone. The blazing sun; gone. The nonexistent responsibilities; gone. Waking up at 1pm; gone.

There’s something sad about losing summer. I almost feel like I failed though I know it’s inevitable. I suppose I lived it fully. No, I will not “suppose”. I am extremely sure that I had a fulfilled summer. How could I not have?

A month in Florida, visiting my lovely Grandparents.
A week in Maine
Ocean visits
Walks with Mom
Talks with Dad
Sublime Concert

Sorry, I had to list that. I just needed to reassure myself that this summer was amazing. I see at as so now.

Inspiration, Inspiration, Inspiration.

2 Sep

Usually inspiration tends to be with me like my right hand. I find it in the oddest of places; I once wrote a poem about the scent of perfume on an old woman. Though recently I have been at an utter loss of words; quite literally. Frustrated, my mother whom has entirely changed her diet and is losing weight left and right dragged me out for a run. By dragged I mean coaxed, she’s not strong enough to drag me out… yet.

Perhaps it was the endorphins or maybe the beautiful run over the Rip Van Winkle Bridge, but I suddenly found my inspiration. With my heart pumping and provocative rap music blasting in my head I couldn’t stop my thoughts. They went at a mile a minute, that’s 7 times as quick as my feet were! I thought of absurd things, stressful things, and lovely things.

One thought that stood out the most was the thought of my mother’s wonderful ambition. As I said in my previous blog, ambition is beautiful. She wanted to lose weight, be the best woman she could be and she’s doing it at rapid speed.

Not only did she inspire my thoughts but she also inspired me to run even more.  I do adore that woman.

Nostalgic At 16?

1 Sep

Are there any childhood show’s that are tasteless to one’s now “mature” mind that you just end up watching even though you were supposed to grow out of them? I’m talking about shows like Pokémon, Angry Beavers, and other child hood favorites that were forced into the minds of children who were born in the 90’s. Yes, I admit. I do still have my impressive collection of Pokémon cards.

Though I’m quite embarrassed of what I watch on a normal basis I know for a fact that I’m not the only one. Netflix just added two seasons of Angry Beavers on its “Ready To Play” list. This must mean I’m not the only one who is completely devoted to the past.

This makes me wonder though; I’m only 16 years old. How can I already be nostalgic?