I am procrastinating.
Yeah yeah I know you all think I should be doing work, BUT IT IS BEAUTIFUL OUTSIDE.
We played games on the Quad (and learned that Greg and I are way to competitive to be good at croquet, cornhole, or that other game that we turned into Try-to-kill-the-other-person). We got free cupcakes (BEST) and capri sun (BEST-ER) and now I am in WAY TOO GOOD OF A MOOD TO DO HOMEWORK. Maybe I'll clean my room later to further my procrastination.
I'm working on packing up my room (slowly but surely) and I talked to my wonderful Anna Bananna today!! How I miss her. And my Tina (who gets here in 12 days!!) and darling Margaret and of course William.
But as excited as I am to go home, I am sad that my time here is coming to an end. I've grown pretty attached to the people here (yes, you, Lina) and it's going to be weird not knowing when I'll see them next. I hope that we'll stay in touch, even if we only write letters, and I can't wait to hear about your further adventures in DC!!
I'm also really excited about next year. I'm officially transferring to SMU in the fall to major in Medieval Studies. Don't ask what I plan to do with a degree in that, because I don't know. I'll probably be famous in a completely unrelated field. It happens.
I am sooo excited for Summer!! I'm excited for the heat and for the food (and maybe for ethe loss of the ten pounds that I've gained since I quit eating my mother's food...oh well.) and for all the marvelous adventures to be had!!!
YAYAYAA. this is the end of my procrastination post. Now I shall go procrastinate some other way.
Saturday, April 20, 2013
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
REASONS THAT LAURA IS THE BEST.
1. She's an archaeology major. Which makes her automatically more awesome than the majority of people in the world.
2. She's funny. I like funny.
3. She takes care of people. She buys you food. She gives hugs. She's a generally good person.
4. She entertains me in archaeology.
5. She understands the importance of caffeine.
6. She's always up for an adventure. Even boring adventures.
7. She makes cookies. AND BRINGS THEM TO YOUR ROOM.
So thank you Laura. For being a generally awesome person. And for your fabulous cookie baking skills.
2. She's funny. I like funny.
3. She takes care of people. She buys you food. She gives hugs. She's a generally good person.
4. She entertains me in archaeology.
5. She understands the importance of caffeine.
6. She's always up for an adventure. Even boring adventures.
7. She makes cookies. AND BRINGS THEM TO YOUR ROOM.
So thank you Laura. For being a generally awesome person. And for your fabulous cookie baking skills.
Friday, April 12, 2013
Cupcakes in a Jar
Proof that the people who love you will go to any lengths to be as close to you as possible on your birthday.
I love you all, and thank you.
I love you all, and thank you.
Thursday, April 11, 2013
I was born on a Tuesday
Tomorrow is my birthday.
No no, don't everyone just up and sing. Please.
I was just sitting here and realized that this is my last day of 18.
I always though 17 was the perfect age. Old enough to do pretty much whatever you wanted, but not so old that you have to be responsible or even remotely grown up.
It's now been a year since my last day of 17.
My last day of 17 was spent on a but to Corpus Christi. I was going on an orchestra trip. I was going to spend my birthday laying on the beach and enjoying myself. And I did. And it was fun. And when I got back I was an adult. Or something.
I remember sitting at the DMV a few days before we left. Waiting to get my "grown up license." I would be an unrestricted driver. Watch out world.
April 11 was the day that I celebrated my birthday at home, since I would be leaving very early the next morning. Crystina made me Dr Pepper cupcakes (that were fantastic). Will gave me a journal that I had wanted (and still carry around with me everywhere) and I spent that Wednesday afternoon rushing around making sure that I was passing all my classes (ahem. German.)
I remember one year (I was in elementary school but that's as exact as it gets) that I came home and walked in on my dad finishing a cake. When my dad makes cake he makes buttercream icing, and the icing is so rich that you can only have one piece of cake, but I always eat until I'm sick anyway.
On my 17th birthday I got two cakes and a prom. Emily Pound made me a cake that she brought to class, and that we ate during lunch. It was red velvet. We didn't have forks. Crystina and Anna also made me a cake. In the shape of a guitar. My birthday present that year was prom. I couldn't afford to go, and it was important to my friends that I be there, so they all pitched in and paid for everything. All I had to do was their hair. My friends are wonderful people.
My 16th birthday was on a Monday. I know that because I had been in New York the weekend before. We got in late Sunday night, and instead of skipping school Monday (like I normally would have) I went so that I could see all my friends on my birthday. Maggie bought me a shirt in New York because she told me I could pick anything (within reason) and she would get it for me for my birthday. I still have that shirt. I probably won't ever get rid of it. (I also have a glow in the dark jelly fish from her that we found in Corpus Christi.) That year my parents told me that I wasn't going to get much for my birthday because they had paid for my New York trip. They lied. They bought me an iHome, and it is sitting here in my dorm playing me music as I write this.
Tomorrow my last year of being a teenager begins. It's a weird feeling. It'll take a few days to be able to tell people how old I am, like it usually does. But otherwise, nothing will really change. I always feel like I should feel different when I get older, but I never do. And yet, as I look back, over all the years that I can remember, everything has changed. My life is so different now. I'm living in Washington DC. Planning my move back to Texas. I'm in college now. I get to make my own decisions, and my parents don't know where I am anymore. And that's how it's supposed to be. Really, though everything feels the same, just like it has on every other birthday (or pre-birthday) so much is different now.
Tomorrow, I will be celebrating my birthday with new friends. I'll get a few phone calls. Open a few packages (hidden in Kellie's room until midnight) and eat a wonderful cake. I'll get to use the "it's my birthday" excuse for a full 24 hours (and I intend to) and then it will be over. The sad part about birthdays is that they're only a day long, though it's nice that they come every year.
But the best part about birthdays is not the day, but all the days in between.
No no, don't everyone just up and sing. Please.
I was just sitting here and realized that this is my last day of 18.
I always though 17 was the perfect age. Old enough to do pretty much whatever you wanted, but not so old that you have to be responsible or even remotely grown up.
It's now been a year since my last day of 17.
My last day of 17 was spent on a but to Corpus Christi. I was going on an orchestra trip. I was going to spend my birthday laying on the beach and enjoying myself. And I did. And it was fun. And when I got back I was an adult. Or something.
I remember sitting at the DMV a few days before we left. Waiting to get my "grown up license." I would be an unrestricted driver. Watch out world.
April 11 was the day that I celebrated my birthday at home, since I would be leaving very early the next morning. Crystina made me Dr Pepper cupcakes (that were fantastic). Will gave me a journal that I had wanted (and still carry around with me everywhere) and I spent that Wednesday afternoon rushing around making sure that I was passing all my classes (ahem. German.)
I remember one year (I was in elementary school but that's as exact as it gets) that I came home and walked in on my dad finishing a cake. When my dad makes cake he makes buttercream icing, and the icing is so rich that you can only have one piece of cake, but I always eat until I'm sick anyway.
On my 17th birthday I got two cakes and a prom. Emily Pound made me a cake that she brought to class, and that we ate during lunch. It was red velvet. We didn't have forks. Crystina and Anna also made me a cake. In the shape of a guitar. My birthday present that year was prom. I couldn't afford to go, and it was important to my friends that I be there, so they all pitched in and paid for everything. All I had to do was their hair. My friends are wonderful people.
My 16th birthday was on a Monday. I know that because I had been in New York the weekend before. We got in late Sunday night, and instead of skipping school Monday (like I normally would have) I went so that I could see all my friends on my birthday. Maggie bought me a shirt in New York because she told me I could pick anything (within reason) and she would get it for me for my birthday. I still have that shirt. I probably won't ever get rid of it. (I also have a glow in the dark jelly fish from her that we found in Corpus Christi.) That year my parents told me that I wasn't going to get much for my birthday because they had paid for my New York trip. They lied. They bought me an iHome, and it is sitting here in my dorm playing me music as I write this.
Tomorrow my last year of being a teenager begins. It's a weird feeling. It'll take a few days to be able to tell people how old I am, like it usually does. But otherwise, nothing will really change. I always feel like I should feel different when I get older, but I never do. And yet, as I look back, over all the years that I can remember, everything has changed. My life is so different now. I'm living in Washington DC. Planning my move back to Texas. I'm in college now. I get to make my own decisions, and my parents don't know where I am anymore. And that's how it's supposed to be. Really, though everything feels the same, just like it has on every other birthday (or pre-birthday) so much is different now.
Tomorrow, I will be celebrating my birthday with new friends. I'll get a few phone calls. Open a few packages (hidden in Kellie's room until midnight) and eat a wonderful cake. I'll get to use the "it's my birthday" excuse for a full 24 hours (and I intend to) and then it will be over. The sad part about birthdays is that they're only a day long, though it's nice that they come every year.
But the best part about birthdays is not the day, but all the days in between.
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
Tuesday Musings
Sometimes people pop up on my Facebook newsfeed that I cannot stand. Generally former friends that I had a falling out with or people that drastically changed (or maybe I did?) after our ways parted. I'm always tempted to delete them when I see their stuff, but I never seem to be able to push the button.
The feelings that these people incite usually range from anger to indifference to relief that I moved away and don't have to deal with them, and I always wonder "Why can't I just unfriend them? Why is this so difficult?"
Facebook has brought home a very important part of life that I tend to forget: that everyone you interact with makes you who you are.
Facebook has chronicled all of the friends and acquaintances (and random people that happen to be in the same place as me) that I've made since I was 15. There are a few that I found from middle school and even elementary school, but mostly it's friends from high school and college. The girl that sat next to me in my senior English class. My roommate at SYNOD. One of my close friends for almost two years. They're all there. Some of them changed my life forever. Some of them had almost no effect on me. Some I never want to see again. Some I wish I had had more time with.
But each and every one of them has meant something to me. Whether they changed my goal in life to "don't be like that person" or truly inspired me doesn't matter. Because they all did something, and I am grateful for it.
Pushing the "unfriend" button just has such a finality to it, even though, honestly, unfriending them wouldn't change a thing. The damage is done, for better or worse, and though I can remove them from my facebook list of "friends" I cannot remove them from my past. I am grateful for every funny picture. Every deep conversation. Ever rude comment. Every condescending look. Every adventure. Every fight. Every time you built me up or tore me down. Because, though I may try, I cannot forget who you were, and how you made me who I am.
The feelings that these people incite usually range from anger to indifference to relief that I moved away and don't have to deal with them, and I always wonder "Why can't I just unfriend them? Why is this so difficult?"
Facebook has brought home a very important part of life that I tend to forget: that everyone you interact with makes you who you are.
Facebook has chronicled all of the friends and acquaintances (and random people that happen to be in the same place as me) that I've made since I was 15. There are a few that I found from middle school and even elementary school, but mostly it's friends from high school and college. The girl that sat next to me in my senior English class. My roommate at SYNOD. One of my close friends for almost two years. They're all there. Some of them changed my life forever. Some of them had almost no effect on me. Some I never want to see again. Some I wish I had had more time with.
But each and every one of them has meant something to me. Whether they changed my goal in life to "don't be like that person" or truly inspired me doesn't matter. Because they all did something, and I am grateful for it.
Pushing the "unfriend" button just has such a finality to it, even though, honestly, unfriending them wouldn't change a thing. The damage is done, for better or worse, and though I can remove them from my facebook list of "friends" I cannot remove them from my past. I am grateful for every funny picture. Every deep conversation. Ever rude comment. Every condescending look. Every adventure. Every fight. Every time you built me up or tore me down. Because, though I may try, I cannot forget who you were, and how you made me who I am.
Saturday, April 6, 2013
SPRINGTIME-ish
TOMORROW I WILL WEAR SHORTS. And the next day. And the next. And maybe the day after that.
Today, for example, I went hiking (p.s. the best place to take an outdoorsy history buff? A BATTLEFIELD.) and I was sweating! It was kinda wonderful, actually. The sun and the wind and the shear amount of history in that place. If you ever get a chance to go to Manassas, you should go. It's incredibly beautiful.
Monday it's supposed to be IN THE EIGHTIES!!! I miss the heat so much!! I can't wait until summer when I can sit outside and sleep in the sun. It's the best feeling.
Today, for example, I went hiking (p.s. the best place to take an outdoorsy history buff? A BATTLEFIELD.) and I was sweating! It was kinda wonderful, actually. The sun and the wind and the shear amount of history in that place. If you ever get a chance to go to Manassas, you should go. It's incredibly beautiful.
Monday it's supposed to be IN THE EIGHTIES!!! I miss the heat so much!! I can't wait until summer when I can sit outside and sleep in the sun. It's the best feeling.
Thursday, April 4, 2013
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