Gosh, it feels like the summer has flown by! It's already August and I'm working on a Freshman playlist for school and trying to figure out whose classes that I'm in. I'm sort of disappointed in my schedule thus far. I don't know who is in all of my classes yet but I have gym first period. Ugh. I have advisory though with two of my really good friends, if only all of my friends could be in my classes. I know everyone always says this but summer really did fly by. I got back from camp on July 20th and camp was so amazing. I can't even begin to start describing it. I feel like it's all I talk about (I apologize because I know it's annoying sometimes when all someone talks about is summer camp) but I genuinely loved it so much. All my other summer camp experiences pale in comparison and I realize how unhappy I was at those camps. Like I just want to be at this camp all year and I just love all of the friends I made so much and I wish I had gotten to know them better and they were all so sweet and amazing. One of our other writers Payton went to the same camp with me and I hope that she had as good of a time. It's just hard to transition back to home life after two weeks of independence and being able to just be yourself all the time for two weeks. Not that I'm not myself at home but I feel like I censor my opinions more and don't express myself as strongly and just am more passive and whatnot since I'm around my parents more often than not. At camp you're just always with this group of amazing girls who you become friends with so quickly and have a million inside jokes but can also talk about more serious stuff I guess. I had an amazing conversation with this one girl, Helen, about people using mental illness as adjectives and it was really nice to be able to have conversations like that I guess with someone. I'm rambling on now, sorry. I just really want to try and describe it. Anywho, I took two classes, DIY fashion, and creative writing. In DIY fashion I made a dress which was sort of fun-ish but then we had to all walk in a fashion show on talent show night which made me really uncomfortable (Payton can vouch for my discomfort, she was there). In creative writing we each wrote a piece and put it all into an anthology, I edited and added bits to a thing I did for school. I started adding on more from a different character's perspective but I think it sounds really stupid so I haven't added any since I've gotten home. There were so many amazing writers there so it was sort of hard to view my work as very good compared to theirs. Like one girl, Calla, her stuff sounded like it could be a book, a really good YA book, she and these two other girls (Nora and Helen) did poetry on open mic night and it was really good. Going home was so sad. I miss everyone so much and it makes me really sad to think about how it will be an entire year before we see each other again. One girl Rachel said we should all get together over a break in school but all of our breaks are so different and it's crazy expensive to travel and as much as I hate to say it I don't think it's going to happen. I finished my piece about the sleepover with Anna at camp.
We weren’t let into the movie since we were too young. It didn’t seem to matter though, the wind blew through our hair and the windows were all rolled down. Dusk slowly settling through the sky, making itself comfortable. We picked up her brother at the train station as Mackelmore resonated through the speakers and into the still darkening sky. We stopped at the 7-Eleven on the way home before watching movies. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Valerie and Her Week of Wonders. We talk and are interrupted by memories, thoughts, and ourselves. I tell her about another sleepover where I had stuck my head out the window in the rain at 3 am and watched my friends make sundaes in their mouths. She cuts me off, asking if I want to go outside. Before I can think I’m saying yes and she’s unlocking the sliding door in the kitchen. It’s midnight and I’m on her porch holding her camera as she grabs her skateboard from the garage. She says the neighborhood is safe. Soon I’m running alongside her skateboard and as she coasts along she tells me about her neighbors. The street lights that dot the street shine down on her as she glides in and out of their luminescence. I take the camera from her. Click. The flash goes off. Everything is bright for a second before fading back into the early morning darkness. She says we can get them developed in the morning before my mom comes and offers to teach me how to skateboard. I decline and take another picture. We reach a manmade pond where the full moon is reflected and reproduced by the dozen. I apologize for using so much of her film. There are 32 left on the roll. Soon her house comes back into view. She takes a picture of me sitting on her skateboard and we traipse silently up the lawn to the back door. Everything is as we left it. Pop tart wrappers on the couch, and Baby (her grandma’s dog) at the door, still silent.We slide the door open and I feel a sort of freedom. But all too soon I’m in my mom’s car, pictures undeveloped, as the city skyline looms back into view. I wish we could have hung out more before she left. Maybe she’ll come back to Palatine before leaving for college. My eyelids are heavy as the highway flies by. Maybe we shouldn’t have stayed up until four am.
With that piece of semi-okay writing, I ought to end this post. It's almost 3 am and I'm totally screwing with my sleep cycle by staying up this late.
Toodles!
Simone
8/6/13
2:40 am
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
Sunday, June 30, 2013
Post Graduation Summer(y)
I did a sort of play on words in the title, I was going to do something like Post Graduation/Summery Stuff but then I realized I could do a play on Post Graduation Summary so, yeah. I feel like I should be writing some epic conclusionary post to our middle school experiences but this blog really has only chronicled (can I say that it really even chronicled due to our sporadic postings?) the later half of our eighth grade year. So I guess all I can really say is that I'm glad it's over but at the same time I wish I could live in a perpetual 7th grade. Everyone's experiences are different so I won't speak for the other writers here at The Crew but at least that's how I feel.
Now that it's summer (it's been summer since June 11th or something but whatevs), I haven't really done much. Had three amazing sleepovers with Nikki, Liza, and my friend Anna who I met through Rookie, Payton and I start camp next week, and Alice and I are having our second date in three days (Wednesday). All in all it's starting off to be a great summer. For camp you're supposed to write a little piece of non fiction to bring in to the creative writing class. I'm still working on mine but here it is so far.
I tell her about another sleepover where I had stuck my head out the window in the rain at 3 am and watched my friends make sundaes in their mouths. She cuts me off, asking if I want to go outside now. Before I can think I’m saying yes and she’s unlocking the sliding door in the kitchen and telling me to wait on the porch. She goes to find her skateboard in the garage.
I follow the sound of her voice and use my cell phone as a flashlight. She says I won’t need it since the streetlights are so bright. She says the neighborhood is safe. Soon I’m running alongside her skateboard as she tells me about all of her neighbors. The street lights illuminate her as she skates ahead of me. I take the camera from her. Click. The flash goes off. Everything is bright for a second before fading back into the early morning darkness.
So far it is sort of shitty. It's about the sleepover I had with Anna. We snuck out of her house at midnight and took photos and she skateboarded around and it was a really sort of cinematic moment. I'm trying to capture that visual in my writing but I hardly ever write outside of school since I always feel stupid doing it. This summer I really hope to improve my writing and also my drawing since I found a ton of really nice markers in our pantry a few days ago. Every summer I also make a 50 things to do list which I'm working on completing fully this year (I never have before). Not sure if I should also put that here since it's super long and boring but if you don't care then just don't read it I guess.
1,) Write (and send) at least 50 letters
2,) Send 5 packages
3,) Make a zine
4,) Go on a date
5,) Follow camp route
6,) Go to camp with Payton
7,) Watch all the movies on my movie list
8,) Read all the books on my reading list
9,) Make/fly a kite
10,) Go to a carnival/fair/board walk
11,) Eat soft serve ice cream in a park
12,) Get film developed
13,) Go to the Renegade Craft Fair
14,) Watch the sun rise on Nikki’s roof
15,) Send a message in a bottle
16,) Spend the afternoon hanging out by the pond at the Peggy Notebaert Nature Museum
17,) Win at the Game of Life
18,) Make a pom pom crown
19,) Reach 200 followers on Tumblr
20,) Make a milkshake that brings all the boys to the yard
21,) Go to Build-A-Bear workshop and build a bear.
22,) Stay up all night
23,) Make homemade ice cream from scratch
24,) Bake a funfetti cake
25,) Set a balloon free
26,) Learn how to make paper boats
27,) Camp out in a living room fort/tent
28,) Press some flowers
29,) Have an anti-social party with party hats and unsalted tears
30,) Make a root beer float
31,) Organize everything in my room by color
32,) Become pen pals with someone (Kaede, Ming, Liza, ect.)
33,) Have a piece published in Rookie
34,) Start keeping a daily calendar
35,) Learn how to paint with water colors
36,) Consistently update the blog
37,) Go to CAKE and have a slumber partay with Kat
38,) Throw a surprise party
39,) Bake lemon squares
40,) Have a garden party
41,) Paint over a photo
42,) Visit the main library
43,) Make collages with Liza
44,) Have a Veggie Tales/Sharpay’s Fabulous Adventure/Pocahontas marathon with Nikki
45,) Learn how to embroider
46,) Read at least 25 books
47,) Watch all of Numb3rs
48,) Watch all of Torchwood
49,) Have a picnic
50,) Play with an Ouija board
Now that it's summer (it's been summer since June 11th or something but whatevs), I haven't really done much. Had three amazing sleepovers with Nikki, Liza, and my friend Anna who I met through Rookie, Payton and I start camp next week, and Alice and I are having our second date in three days (Wednesday). All in all it's starting off to be a great summer. For camp you're supposed to write a little piece of non fiction to bring in to the creative writing class. I'm still working on mine but here it is so far.
I tell her about another sleepover where I had stuck my head out the window in the rain at 3 am and watched my friends make sundaes in their mouths. She cuts me off, asking if I want to go outside now. Before I can think I’m saying yes and she’s unlocking the sliding door in the kitchen and telling me to wait on the porch. She goes to find her skateboard in the garage.
I follow the sound of her voice and use my cell phone as a flashlight. She says I won’t need it since the streetlights are so bright. She says the neighborhood is safe. Soon I’m running alongside her skateboard as she tells me about all of her neighbors. The street lights illuminate her as she skates ahead of me. I take the camera from her. Click. The flash goes off. Everything is bright for a second before fading back into the early morning darkness.
So far it is sort of shitty. It's about the sleepover I had with Anna. We snuck out of her house at midnight and took photos and she skateboarded around and it was a really sort of cinematic moment. I'm trying to capture that visual in my writing but I hardly ever write outside of school since I always feel stupid doing it. This summer I really hope to improve my writing and also my drawing since I found a ton of really nice markers in our pantry a few days ago. Every summer I also make a 50 things to do list which I'm working on completing fully this year (I never have before). Not sure if I should also put that here since it's super long and boring but if you don't care then just don't read it I guess.
1,) Write (and send) at least 50 letters
2,) Send 5 packages
3,) Make a zine
5,) Follow camp route
6,) Go to camp with Payton
7,) Watch all the movies on my movie list
8,) Read all the books on my reading list
9,) Make/fly a kite
10,) Go to a carnival/fair/board walk
11,) Eat soft serve ice cream in a park
12,) Get film developed
13,) Go to the Renegade Craft Fair
14,) Watch the sun rise on Nikki’s roof
15,) Send a message in a bottle
16,) Spend the afternoon hanging out by the pond at the Peggy Notebaert Nature Museum
17,) Win at the Game of Life
18,) Make a pom pom crown
19,) Reach 200 followers on Tumblr
20,) Make a milkshake that brings all the boys to the yard
21,) Go to Build-A-Bear workshop and build a bear.
23,) Make homemade ice cream from scratch
24,) Bake a funfetti cake
25,) Set a balloon free
26,) Learn how to make paper boats
27,) Camp out in a living room fort/tent
28,) Press some flowers
29,) Have an anti-social party with party hats and unsalted tears
30,) Make a root beer float
31,) Organize everything in my room by color
32,) Become pen pals with someone (Kaede, Ming, Liza, ect.)
33,) Have a piece published in Rookie
34,) Start keeping a daily calendar
35,) Learn how to paint with water colors
36,) Consistently update the blog
38,) Throw a surprise party
39,) Bake lemon squares
40,) Have a garden party
41,) Paint over a photo
42,) Visit the main library
43,) Make collages with Liza
44,) Have a Veggie Tales/Sharpay’s Fabulous Adventure/Pocahontas marathon with Nikki
46,) Read at least 25 books
47,) Watch all of Numb3rs
48,) Watch all of Torchwood
49,) Have a picnic
50,) Play with an Ouija board
So far I've gotten four things done. The Ouija board thing has been on my list for as long as I've been making one (three years about?) so I'd really like to get it done. I just don't have a Ouija board or know anyone who has one.
I should probably go to bed since it's midnight and I have to go get my glasses fixed tomorrow and then also get some camp stuff and clean my room and all that fun stuff.
Toodles!
Simone
7/1/13
12:23am
Friday, May 31, 2013
Activity Period
Hi y'all,
I'm writing this post from the last activity period The Crew (I feel sort of silly referring to us like that) will ever experience. Next week we have an assembly, and the week after that we'll have graduated the 8th grade. Wow. It is so weird being an ~almost highschooler~. Activity period is sort of like recess at Lab. We get it once a week for one class period and you can sign up for fun activities like outdoor play or short films or something. Liza's and my French teacher was going to do an impressionist picnic activity period where we all would go and make impressionist foods and she would have 'absinthe' for us to drink (aka green soda). No one really signed up though so we're in iPod socializing. I'm just sort of listening to my iPod, not really socializing. I really wanted this to be some really super fun activity period but I'm blogging and Saskia, Alice, and Liza are looking at Lesbians Who Look Like Justin Bieber. I should just stop moping around and blogging and either finish reading Paper Towns (it's due back at the school library by the end of today!) or join them on the other end of the table. Idk. Whenever I get my hopes up that something will be super fun I feel like it just is super awkward. I'll look back on today and probably remember it as fun and much better as a memory than it actually was in the moment. I'm working on getting everyone to start updating this blog more since it's been inactive for a while. I'm still not really sure if I should elaborate on who exactly I am, instead of sort of barging into this whole blog and whatnot. Um, so I'm Simone. I'm fourteen. I go to school with Liza, Alice, and Saskia at the school that Payton used to go to before she moved. I like reading, photography, Tumblr-ing, watching Doctor Who and Sherlock, cats, glitter, zines, and talking to myself on the internet (blogging). There are only 5 more academic days of school left, 1 test, 2 projects, and I still need to find shoes to go with my graduation dress. I'm sure that there is a better way to end this but jumping from topic to topic just suits my mood right now.
Toodles!
Simone
I'm writing this post from the last activity period The Crew (I feel sort of silly referring to us like that) will ever experience. Next week we have an assembly, and the week after that we'll have graduated the 8th grade. Wow. It is so weird being an ~almost highschooler~. Activity period is sort of like recess at Lab. We get it once a week for one class period and you can sign up for fun activities like outdoor play or short films or something. Liza's and my French teacher was going to do an impressionist picnic activity period where we all would go and make impressionist foods and she would have 'absinthe' for us to drink (aka green soda). No one really signed up though so we're in iPod socializing. I'm just sort of listening to my iPod, not really socializing. I really wanted this to be some really super fun activity period but I'm blogging and Saskia, Alice, and Liza are looking at Lesbians Who Look Like Justin Bieber. I should just stop moping around and blogging and either finish reading Paper Towns (it's due back at the school library by the end of today!) or join them on the other end of the table. Idk. Whenever I get my hopes up that something will be super fun I feel like it just is super awkward. I'll look back on today and probably remember it as fun and much better as a memory than it actually was in the moment. I'm working on getting everyone to start updating this blog more since it's been inactive for a while. I'm still not really sure if I should elaborate on who exactly I am, instead of sort of barging into this whole blog and whatnot. Um, so I'm Simone. I'm fourteen. I go to school with Liza, Alice, and Saskia at the school that Payton used to go to before she moved. I like reading, photography, Tumblr-ing, watching Doctor Who and Sherlock, cats, glitter, zines, and talking to myself on the internet (blogging). There are only 5 more academic days of school left, 1 test, 2 projects, and I still need to find shoes to go with my graduation dress. I'm sure that there is a better way to end this but jumping from topic to topic just suits my mood right now.
Toodles!
Simone
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Changing Up the Layout
Greetings comrades,
I'm Simone. I've never posted here before but I was the one who set up the original layout of the blog and who just changed it again a few minutes ago. I used to have a blog two years ago but Google shut it down when they realized I was 12 and not 13. Please forgive me if this post is super awkward, blogging is sort of weird if you don't do it for a while. I mean, wow, what do I even say? I went to the doctor's office today (physical doctor not therapist/psychiatrist doctor) and I had to get two shots which were like the worst things ever. My arm is still sore from one of them. I really didn't want to cry, especially since beforehand my mom said that my sister hadn't cried a few weeks ago when she had her shots but I cried (only after the nurse left the room). I think my crying made my mom feel guilty about it so she offered to get me a milkshake or something which made me feel even worse that she was offering out of guilt (I declined). We had what I wanted for dinner but it just didn't seem really appetizing. Idk. I have a wee stomach ache now. Today has just been sort of shitty. When I got back to school I was sort of barely holding it together so when Marie* tried to give me a hug in the hallway I almost started crying and when Jenna* was sort of joking around with me in advisory I came pretty close to crying again (*names have been changed. Do I have to change peoples' names? I feel really stupid calling my friends by other names, whatevs). My arms hurt less now but it just made me sort of moody and depressed today. I dunno. I got to sit out in gym but it wasn't that fun because Thomas* (*again with the fake names) was the only other person sitting out and it was super awkward since he had his laptop so I had noone to talk to and no books or anything to read. So I just sat and spaced out for the entire period (which wasn't as great as it sounds). I feel like there is more I should add to this like a 'Get To Know the Blogger!' sort of thing but is a link to my Tumblr sufficient (rhetorical question)? http://sciophobic-shadow.tumblr.com/ I plan on blogging more but usually when I do that I don't end up blogging more. Are posts allowed to be totally off topic for five seconds because holy shit there was just this huuuuge crack of thunder (bolt and lightning, very very frightening me).
Toodles!
Simone
5/28/13
8:34 pm
I'm Simone. I've never posted here before but I was the one who set up the original layout of the blog and who just changed it again a few minutes ago. I used to have a blog two years ago but Google shut it down when they realized I was 12 and not 13. Please forgive me if this post is super awkward, blogging is sort of weird if you don't do it for a while. I mean, wow, what do I even say? I went to the doctor's office today (physical doctor not therapist/psychiatrist doctor) and I had to get two shots which were like the worst things ever. My arm is still sore from one of them. I really didn't want to cry, especially since beforehand my mom said that my sister hadn't cried a few weeks ago when she had her shots but I cried (only after the nurse left the room). I think my crying made my mom feel guilty about it so she offered to get me a milkshake or something which made me feel even worse that she was offering out of guilt (I declined). We had what I wanted for dinner but it just didn't seem really appetizing. Idk. I have a wee stomach ache now. Today has just been sort of shitty. When I got back to school I was sort of barely holding it together so when Marie* tried to give me a hug in the hallway I almost started crying and when Jenna* was sort of joking around with me in advisory I came pretty close to crying again (*names have been changed. Do I have to change peoples' names? I feel really stupid calling my friends by other names, whatevs). My arms hurt less now but it just made me sort of moody and depressed today. I dunno. I got to sit out in gym but it wasn't that fun because Thomas* (*again with the fake names) was the only other person sitting out and it was super awkward since he had his laptop so I had noone to talk to and no books or anything to read. So I just sat and spaced out for the entire period (which wasn't as great as it sounds). I feel like there is more I should add to this like a 'Get To Know the Blogger!' sort of thing but is a link to my Tumblr sufficient (rhetorical question)? http://sciophobic-shadow.tumblr.com/ I plan on blogging more but usually when I do that I don't end up blogging more. Are posts allowed to be totally off topic for five seconds because holy shit there was just this huuuuge crack of thunder (bolt and lightning, very very frightening me).
Toodles!
Simone
5/28/13
8:34 pm
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Productivity and Revelations of a Sunday morning
Dear diary,
After waking up today and mourning the decline in my fish Piexe's health, I decided three things:
1) I don't care what people think of me.
2) Facebook truly is a waste of time, and
3) I shouldn't have to starve myself to feel pretty.
So, I went downstairs and broke my 27 hour fast by eating two slices of pizza and a banana. I felt extremely motivated, so after this I deleted my facebook. This is a big step for me; I only ever got one because "everyone ese has this incredibly useless social media site!" and in deleting my account I think I'm accepting that I'm not simply one of the masses. I am an (odd and perpetually tired) individual! Yes. This is just me ranting, but I do have school tomorrow and I haven't felt this productive in a while, and since the theme of any entries this week was "beginnings" (happy birthday Liza!!) I felt this was suitable. I also decided that I would fill a jar with the good things that happened this year in order to help my lack of self worth.
Lots of Love,
Paytoni
After waking up today and mourning the decline in my fish Piexe's health, I decided three things:
1) I don't care what people think of me.
2) Facebook truly is a waste of time, and
3) I shouldn't have to starve myself to feel pretty.
So, I went downstairs and broke my 27 hour fast by eating two slices of pizza and a banana. I felt extremely motivated, so after this I deleted my facebook. This is a big step for me; I only ever got one because "everyone ese has this incredibly useless social media site!" and in deleting my account I think I'm accepting that I'm not simply one of the masses. I am an (odd and perpetually tired) individual! Yes. This is just me ranting, but I do have school tomorrow and I haven't felt this productive in a while, and since the theme of any entries this week was "beginnings" (happy birthday Liza!!) I felt this was suitable. I also decided that I would fill a jar with the good things that happened this year in order to help my lack of self worth.
Lots of Love,
Paytoni
Monday, February 4, 2013
Known as the grouchy old lady who gives out baked goods
Dear Diary,
Today on my bus ride home I was thinking about what life was going to be like for me when I'm old. I think I started to think about it because I had just seen my babushka (russian for grandma) and decided I don't want to spend my old days sitting at home in a wheelchair slowly losing my memory. In a way I want to have a new begining when I became old, instead of a long sad ending.
When I turn about 60 years old or so I am going to move into a village somewhere where it is always fall, so the leaves will always be pretty. The village will be in the mountains where there are lots of trees, hiking paths and fresh air. There will be plenty of children and families, but not a lot of young single people, therefore not a lot of nightlife. The village will be fairly chill and quite besides the children's laughter and the occasional scream, because a bear got into someones yard.
My house will be small and cozy, with pictures and things of all the places I traveled in my vibrant youth. There will be four rooms a kitchen with a little table in it, a bedroom, a bathroom, with a multitude of amazing soaps, made by yours truly and a small library. The library will have one beaten down brown leather armchair, with a lamp beside it and one hundred books sorted alphabetically. The bedroom will be tidy and small, with a closet, a desk and a full size bed. The kitchen will be bright and have all the kitchen appliances a chef could ever dream of except for big bulky things.
I will be known in town as the grouchy old lady who gives out baked goods, because I will leave a batch of baked goods outside my window every morning for kids to take. I will also be known for the stories I tell about the adventures I had when I was young and the people I met. Every saturday I will take kids in the village hiking through the mountains and show them what poison ivy looks like, and what leaves are good for making tea. I'll spend most of my time hiking, drinking tea, baking, making soap, reading and writing about my adventures from back in the day.
Love,
Nikki
Today on my bus ride home I was thinking about what life was going to be like for me when I'm old. I think I started to think about it because I had just seen my babushka (russian for grandma) and decided I don't want to spend my old days sitting at home in a wheelchair slowly losing my memory. In a way I want to have a new begining when I became old, instead of a long sad ending.
When I turn about 60 years old or so I am going to move into a village somewhere where it is always fall, so the leaves will always be pretty. The village will be in the mountains where there are lots of trees, hiking paths and fresh air. There will be plenty of children and families, but not a lot of young single people, therefore not a lot of nightlife. The village will be fairly chill and quite besides the children's laughter and the occasional scream, because a bear got into someones yard.
My house will be small and cozy, with pictures and things of all the places I traveled in my vibrant youth. There will be four rooms a kitchen with a little table in it, a bedroom, a bathroom, with a multitude of amazing soaps, made by yours truly and a small library. The library will have one beaten down brown leather armchair, with a lamp beside it and one hundred books sorted alphabetically. The bedroom will be tidy and small, with a closet, a desk and a full size bed. The kitchen will be bright and have all the kitchen appliances a chef could ever dream of except for big bulky things.
I will be known in town as the grouchy old lady who gives out baked goods, because I will leave a batch of baked goods outside my window every morning for kids to take. I will also be known for the stories I tell about the adventures I had when I was young and the people I met. Every saturday I will take kids in the village hiking through the mountains and show them what poison ivy looks like, and what leaves are good for making tea. I'll spend most of my time hiking, drinking tea, baking, making soap, reading and writing about my adventures from back in the day.
Love,
Nikki
Liza on HAPPINESS.
Dear Diary,
So, I turned fourteen last weekend, and I've been having these rushes of motivation that feel strangely like they're not in my control. I've been feeling a little forced in terms of all these DIY projects I've been attempting, and in terms of the amount of sitting in front of a screen flashing bright lights I've been doing, but last night, while I climbed onto the roof of my friend's house and sang to the night sky and watched Beyonce do the halftime show and stopped feeling sorry for myself (at least temporarily), I felt fantastic. I felt like I didn't need to MATTER, or whatever--I felt like I could just do my thing and be surrounded by people I really love and everything would turn out OK, and jeez, that's a fantastic feeling.
Gotta go do last minute homeworky and pre-valentines day-y shit before bed, and sorry for lack of posting, but yeah. Illinois is close to legalizing same sex marriage (!!). There are lots of really great people in the world, and I have the privilege of getting to spend time with some of them. Even if my happiness is hormonal or whatever, a sudden rush of great vibes only my teen angst and pubertay can control, it still countsforsomething.
Much love,
Liza
So, I turned fourteen last weekend, and I've been having these rushes of motivation that feel strangely like they're not in my control. I've been feeling a little forced in terms of all these DIY projects I've been attempting, and in terms of the amount of sitting in front of a screen flashing bright lights I've been doing, but last night, while I climbed onto the roof of my friend's house and sang to the night sky and watched Beyonce do the halftime show and stopped feeling sorry for myself (at least temporarily), I felt fantastic. I felt like I didn't need to MATTER, or whatever--I felt like I could just do my thing and be surrounded by people I really love and everything would turn out OK, and jeez, that's a fantastic feeling.
Gotta go do last minute homeworky and pre-valentines day-y shit before bed, and sorry for lack of posting, but yeah. Illinois is close to legalizing same sex marriage (!!). There are lots of really great people in the world, and I have the privilege of getting to spend time with some of them. Even if my happiness is hormonal or whatever, a sudden rush of great vibes only my teen angst and pubertay can control, it still countsforsomething.
Much love,
Liza
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