2014

Another year is almost gone. It feels like this year flew by, but then when I look back at graduation in May, it feels like it was ages ago.

Sadly, my year began on an unfortunate note. One of the first things that happened  at the beginning of this very unfortunate year was finding out that my dad had throat cancer. We soon discovered that it was highly treatable, which was excellent news, but cancer in any form is initially startling. This led to my father being off for a while, which was strange for all of us because both of my parents are very hard workers.

So, between Christmas and May I was basically just trying to survive high school, which was quite the task, and be supportive of both my mom and dad. Luckily, I did survive school. I don't know how I did it, but by some miracle I made it out alive. I graduated on May 30, 2014 and it was one of the longest and best days of my life so far.

Summer was pretty laid back, as I had already completed most of the forms for scholarships and school that I needed to. My last summer, as I thought of it (for what reason I don't know, because I have another one just like it headed my way in about five months) was a good one, thought I mostly just worked at Dairy Queen. I also got a new car, my dream car, a little silver VW Bug.

My room before my mom made
it into the cozy little abode it
is now.

Then came August, and it was time to start a whole new chapter of my life. I moved into my single room at Edinboro University with the help of my whole family (Literally everyone came- my parents, both brothers, and my sister in law). I adjusted better than I thought I would, and though I was originally skeptical about living in a traditional dorm, I wouldn't trade the honor's floor experience for anything in the world.

I had some great weekends here at home throughout the semester, and never once did I wish I had picked a school further away. Many a weekend I spent with my friends at Perkins until the wee hours and I got to spend a lot of time at Fresh Grounds too.

And here we are at the end of my first semester. I've compacted my year into one tiny post. I didn't want to bore you with the details, though a detailed report of 2014 would be easy. The harder details to provide are what I can take away from this crazy year. It was a really unique year that taught me how to deal with difficulties. Sometimes things happen that cannot be changed, and you just have to come up with the best possible solution. I learned that hard work pays off, and that 2 o'clock AM isn't really that late.

I'm really excited to see what next year brings. I start my first graphic design course in this coming semester, and I am ready to strive for excellence in a fresh set of courses. 2015 is going to be a great year. I'll see you on the other side.

1989 Secret Messages

Singers grow as they produce new music. Even knowing this, I am always hesitant when a new Taylor Swift album comes out. I was uncertain about Shake It Off, but if grew on me, just as the new singles always do. Then the album was released and I was hooked with one listen. I adore 1989, and I am so glad that Taylor pursued the direction that she did with her music. One thing that hasn't changed is the little hints that Taylor leaves us within the lyrics of her albums. She capitalizes letters and lets her fans string together her messages. I'm here to do the grunt work for you.

1. Welcome to New York- We begin our story in New York.
2. Blank Space- There once was a girl known by everyone and no one.
3. Style- Her heart belonged to someone who couldn't stay.
4. Out of the Woods- They loved each other recklessly.
5. All You Had To Do Was Stay- They paid the price.
6. Shake It Off- She danced to forget him.
7. I Wish You Would- He drove past her street each night.
8. Bad Blood- She made friends and enemies.
9. Wildest Dreams- He only saw her in his dreams.
10. How You Get The Girl- Then one day he came back.
11. This Love-Timing is a funny thing,
12. I Know Places- and everyone was watching.
13. Clean-She lost him but she found herself and somehow that was everything.

El Gran Gatsby

Judge me if you please, but watching Snooki handle haters on Twitter is inspirational. She wanted to make changes in her life, did it, and is proud of herself. Not only that, but she takes care of the judgemental people with grace and tact. 

Sometimes I'm disappointed by my own great expectations.

When I can't draw which is most of the time I write quotes I love in nice fonts which I really love with crayons that I also love. This lovely is from Great Expectations, and if you can't read it, because I suck, "I have been bent and broken, but- I hope- into a better shape."

Hello, not hella.

May 15

Today is an eventful day.

• Anne Boleyn is tried for treason, adultery, and incest, found guilty and sentenced to death.
• Asylum for the Relief of Persons Deprived of the Use of Their Reason, America's first private mental health hospital was opened.
• Mickey Mouse debuted in Plane Crazy.
• McDonald's opened it's first resturant.
• Chicago's Bean was dedicated.

I love iTunes radio, but I need to write a letter to tell them that just because I click on Frozen radio does not mean I want to hear Let It Go. Gotta throw the Do You Wanna Build A Snowman one in there sometimes. Or even the Love Is An Open Door one. (As you can probably tell, I'm not a huge Frozen fan, but the music is good.)

Meanwhile, they also need to add a button. In addition to the play more like this button, I also need a I LOVE THIS FREAKIN SONG PLEASE PLAY IT LIKE EVERY FIVE SONGS, OKAY? button. These seem like reasonable requests. 

Household Hunger Games

Trying to get out of my house this morning was near impossible. I woke up late which pushed back my entire getting ready schedule. When it was finally time to get dressed after a breakfast of macaroni and cheese, I decided to wear a shirt that needed ironed, a bad decision on my part. As I flew down the stairs on the way to the basement, I noticed the dog assuming the poo position. While taking the dog out would push me back even further, cleaning up the poo would take even longer. So, I scooped her up and threw her outside. When she finally came back in and someone got me a diaper, I could finally move on. I went to my room only to be attacked by a stink bug. It flew right at me as I was putting my tank top on. I crouched on the floor and I'm sure in that moment I was a spitting image of Katniss Everdeen. I got a tissue, flushed the bug, finished getting dressed, and ironed my shirt even though it was already a minute past when I'm supposed to leave. I refused to give up the fight. I made it to school in 6 minutes (probably a record) and that's how I survived the Hunger Games

Why am I going to prom again?

Reasons to go to prom:

1. The dresses make me feel like a princess.
2. The food is not too shabby.

Reasons to not go to prom:

1. The people at my school are punks.
2. The music is bad.
3. Guys have their shirts off before dinner.
4. Get your tie off your head.
5.  People yell 'Lets go' before dinner.

The cons quite obviously outweigh the pros, yet for some reason I am going to prom. Here's to hoping my dress comes in the mail today, it fits, and the banquet hall has the same mashed potato they did last year.

Two more months until the rest of my life!

I am really excited to graduate so people can stop telling me to enjoy high school and to stop rushing it. Because I've been in high school for five years and I am ready to be done. The time has come. "Quick, hand her a diploma before she cuts her own arm off!" Ha. April Fools? Anywho, I firmly believe that my life will drastically improve once I leave this institution of oppression. Someone just told me yesterday that I am going to wish I could go back, but I really really really don't think I will. I know college is going to be harder. I know I'm going to have to study. I know I'm going to have to work more. But its worth it because I NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE.

In my area of the grand ole US of A, we have reached temperatures of a whopping sixty degrees. Shorts have crawled from the depths of drawers and flip flops have made there way from the the borders of Narnia in the backs of closets. Someone, anyone, needs to look them in the eye and say "IT IS NOT YOUR TIME YET. GO BACK WHERE YOU CAME FROM." I understand that spring has arrived, but that does not give anyone the right to frolic around school in booty shorts and a bandeau. Nobody wants to see that. Put it away. This is still the season for skinny jeans and close toed shoes. Wedged sandals? NOPE. Tank tops? NOPE. Adidas sandals and socks? THAT IS NEVER OKAY. So put them back in closet. They can wait another month when the high eighties roll around. Patience, grasshoplings.  

A Letter to Winter

I hope you weren't expecting a poem because this is not going to be one.

Dear Winter,

Here's the thing, Winter. It's not like I haven't enjoyed having you around, because I have. I just think maybe it's time for you to go. I mean, it's been nice, but I miss the sun. 

There's another thing. When you showed up last year, all sorts of nice summer tops went on sale for much cheap. I remember days of buying sleeveless button-ups for under five dollars. And guess what, Winter? I WANT TO WEAR THEM AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. So, as much as I have enjoyed your visit, I think it's time for you to go back where you came from. Antarctica.

                                                                                See you next year
                                                                                            

The Gym

I thought about it today, and to me, it seems sort of ridiculous that there are people that pay money to use exercise equipment. Real money! You'd have to pay me to go to a gym. I could use that money on books or Cheetos. 

My Great Idea

So here's my 'great' idea. At the next yard sale, I can hang up this old poster and let people throw darts at it for like 25 cents a dart. If you hit a nose, you get a prize. Boom. Genius. 

100% done

I am 100% done with this man. I hate him. I love him. Stop it.

May Death Never Stop You

My Chemical Romance is coming out with a greatest hits album which is exciting but mostly super sad. The end feels so definite now. But I shall continue to believe in hiatus! Here's the trailer for the album...

The end with the hearse gets me every time. It is limited edition so if you want to pre-order, you can do so here. Its $34.99 and you get

• 19 tracks
• 2 hours of music video footage
• a funeral brassard (arm band I believe)
• and a "Thank You For The Venom" t-shirt

I'm 17 years old and my doll is flyer than yours.