College hasn't killed me yet.

I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive!

It's been..who knows how long since I last updated on here and it's always on my mind to do so and I don't. I either forget or I'm too tired or tumblr has me caught in it's iron claws and i can't seem to break freak and thus, no blogger post. So much has happened since I last updated this thing. How do I know? Because I don't even remember when was the last time I wrote on here! :O The horror. YES, I know.

Between classes and sleeping and eating and eating healthy in order not to gain any further weight and study...it's been an interesting ride.

My dorm room is a lovely little place I look forward to coming to at the end of every day and my bed is simply heavenly.  My walls are decorated and my roommate Kendall put up christmas lights and fall leaves and Pumpkins and it's a wonderful little holiday filled room and smells deliciously of cinnamon and spice.

Classes have proven to be both extremely tedious and difficult at the same time. Difficult not in the sense of work load...I feel as if I was being worked harder while I was in high school taking AP classes however the material covered while seemingly easy, especially in history is ridiculous to fully comprehend. I have never been a sucker for history. I'm not good with dates and my mine won't retain information. It's sad and embarrassing, yes, but  I wouldn't be able to tell you much about history.

I'm sorry if that was heartbreaking for you. No, you will not get a personal History lecture from me any time soon.

It's funny when you get into college and you don't really think about a lot of things. I remember hearing about how people shared their stories of being poor in college, struggling to make ends meet and having to give up their daily luxuries. It's happened to me. hahahhaha.

Case and Point. Halloween. I don't even have a halloween costume. I have ideas but I dont want to go and buy one seeing as I dont have money right now to go myself a corset to wear. THE TRAGEDY.

Also, another thing you don't think about is illness and how shitty it is when you're sick. I've had a cough for going on 6 weeks now. It won't go away.

No, I have not taken medication. Yes, I'm sure that is partly why. Yes, I know I need to do something about it.

My roommate was sick this weekend. It started sunday when she came into the neighbor's dorm room where I find myself to be often times and she was worried it was her appendix. After calming her down she decided against going to get help. Monday night at 12:45am Christina, Shannon and my self found ourselves in the ER waiting room as they admitted her in and kept her over night. While Shannon stayed with her in the room to keep her company Christina and I were on the road at 4am blasting KIIS FM on the freeway while we made our way back to the dorm to pick up pillows and some slippers for Kendall. It was an interesting night, sure. We weren't back home until 6am, dead on our feet.

It's funny how you worry about the people you live with. I worried plenty. I was nervous that I wouldn't be able to stand being around someone for so long being so used to being on my own. I needed alone time and there would be no way of getting that here. How would I take long showers? How could I even take a relaxing shower?

It's so funny how you adapt. I got extremely lucky. I have a great roommate who enjoys singing ridiculous songs with me at 1am and two neighbors who are utterly amazing.

It was there in the hospital waiting room at 5am that I think we all realized that we all were really lucky to have each other and made a vow to stick by each other. When you are in a new place on your own without your parents you need someone there to take care of you. To worry about you when you're sick and make sure you are doing okay. I've found that here and I couldn't have asked for more.

Yesterday  I donated blood. It was my third time and I felt pretty confident about it. It was Christina's first time and she was beyond nervous. By the time check-in was through and they checked out vitals and iron levels, she was denied but I was given the okay. Sweet Christina stood by me the entire time even when I was about to tear up as the needle went in and the bastards were far from gentle.

After gagging at the sight and then being threatened to be drenched by my blood spewing arm she sat with me at the 'resting table' where they offered us drinks and food to get our sugar levels up before leaving. I was fine at first and about 5 minutes in I was overcome but a horrible headache and dizziness and I was positive i was ready to throw up. My forehead got clammy and after having Christina call for help I was moved onto a bed to lie down with ice packs and she sat there until I felt better.

Awwww, I love you Christina! <3

Nothing too crazy has happend. I've had a good, safe time here at school and intend to keep it that way!

Unless you count root beer pong, which tastes like SHIT. 

-D


p.s. I apologize for the man grammatical mistakes that might be in this post. I'm hardly taking enough time to review and write correctly. What a shame I am, I know.

Catching Up

So much has happened since I last updated but I'm entirely too lazy to write everything out.

I'm proud to say that my dorm has officially been dubbed the hang out of our side of the floor. We [my roommate and I] typically have the door to our dorm room open for people to come in at their own free will unless, of course, we are taking a nap.

That brings me to my next topic. NAPS. What beautiful things they are! We can nap any day, at any time, for as long as we want.

Anyway, back to the hang out. We normally always have our two neighbors, Christina and Shannon over until wee hours of the night. Whether it's to keep each other company, do homework or place Apples to Apples we always have them over and they're a blast so who can complain?

Once they are inside and our voices are too loud that they attract other people, guys from the other side of the floor will stop by for a moment, take a seat on our newly vacuumed floors and chit chat about often times meaningless things.

It's definitely  been an interesting three ways. So much so that I have to stop and remind myself that it has only been 3 weeks. I feel so at home and so far everyone I've encountered either in my dorm building or in my classes has pleasantly delightful.

Christina and I have taken up Pilates and although the leg exercises are enough to send me crying home, I love it! I feel so hip walking with my gym clothes and my adorable mint green yoga mat.

My classes have been relatively pleasant.

Lots and Lots of reading.

Last night I found myself staying up until 5am to write two essays.
What can I say, it's the college life!...or maybe my absurd life.

I'd love to write more but I'm falling asleep as I type and I'm afraid if i continue on my writing will be entirely illegible.  Is that even the right term? Probably not.

Nap Time!
Tah-Tah!
-D

Favorite Artist of the moment:

Favorite Song:

p.s.

OFFICIAL BREAKING DAWN TRAILER COMES OUT AT 5:15 TONIGHT! AHHHHHH!!!!!!!
I CAN'T WAIT!!!! <3

Dorm, Dorm, Dorm

I was apprehensive at first.
In the best sense, I assure you!

For example, and please refrain from making fun, the first night I stayed here I really wanted to shower. I had spent the entire day running from here to there unpacking and packing and going to meetings and floor gatherings and Target that come 12 I was sticky and VERY uncomfortable.

I wanted to shower but I didn't know if I should.
By this time, I hadn't really made friends with anyone who either lived with me or AROUND me so I sat there in my desk alone, confused and sticky.

"Should I shower?" I asked myself repeatedly.
"What if someone sees me?"

Well, when I actually planned to get into the shower I'm pretty sure there was an even going on for the new residents and the halls were empty and it seemed like the perfect time to actually get in their and shower. No one would know!

I think I pretty much texted all of my friends telling them I wanted to shower but I was scared to so they could reply with encouragement  I needed.

After like an hour, my butt got in that communal shower (really it's only 2 showers, and about 10 girls share it) and let me tell you that it was a LOVELY shower. The water was hot and despite the fact that the bathroom in itself is pretty darn COLD, it was a good experience. I've taken another shower since then and plan to take another one either tonight or tomorrow morning before class.

Oh, the endless possibilites!

Since I've arrived back in my dorm last Saturday there has not been one night without an adventure!
That first Saturday, I met Christina and Shannon and after some chit chat in my room and helping Christina unpack we dressed up and headed to the streets!

Not really.

There was a "party" going on  and after passing by and seeing it was a total DUD we got hungry, went back to our dorm to change into comfy clothes and embarked on a walking adventure at 1am to find subway.

Needless to say, that subway turkey sub was pretty darn good.

Last night, the night before class was about to start my lovely neighbors knocked on my door at 11pm asking if i was willing to play some Play Station in the common room.

WHO AM I TO SAY NO!?

After discovering we lacked the necessary cables we took to knocking on every single males dorm room door  in our entire building until we found some.

Let's just say we met a lot of  guys and got no cables.

UNLUCKY NIGHT.

We might try again today.

Oh, how exciting!
-D

P.S.
What about classes, you might ask?
lovely!

School

Hello!

Now that I will hopefully have continued full access to WIFI I will be able to continuously update my blog a lot more often. This past summer was lovely and relaxing and I can't believe that it is finally over. How did that happen? I sit here on my at my desk and I can't believe that two whole months passed by. It hardly seems possible. I felt like I did so much and at the same time not much at all.

School starts in a day, well. day and a half? I've taken to decorating my dorm with posters and pictures and small reminders of the room I left at home and I'm ready to embark in the new adventure of college. I think it will be a good experience but it no doubt takes some getting used to. Being unfamiliar with the people around you and somehow having to feel at home.

The dorms are lovely, better than I could have imagine but it doesn't make missing home feel any less difficult. I miss my bed and all that being at home meant. Late night coffee and sweet bread as well as late wake up calls and oatmeal for breakfast.  College will for sure be an adventure I feel I've been ready for for so long and part of me is overjoyed that it is finally here.

Time has flown by and I'm sure it will only continue to do so classes start.

Here is hoping this first week of school goes well!

-D

OLD NEW POST about Move In Day

August , 2011

It’s been a little over a month since I’ve updated my blog and the reality that I’m really, really off to college is beginning to dawn on me. How Cliché, huh? I’ve done most of my dorm room shopping, my bedding set is purchased as well as the necessities such as hangers and laundry baskets and little baskets for the bathroom things. Between orientations and textbook ordering and back to school shopping the dream I held for a while is finally becoming reality and I’m pretty darn excited. Dorming will be something that I will definitely have to get used to but I’m sure it will be a very interesting experience to say the least.

Last week I got a mini package in the mail letting me know in which building I will be dorming and the name of roommate. Is it bad to say that I went into stalker mode to try and find out who this person was? Haha Maybe she isn’t really involved in cyber space or maybe she is and is very good and keeping her things private, either way I couldn’t find anything on her.  I hope she is great and that the time I spend in Fullerton will be great. I have no doubt it will be if I make it so.

I move into my dorm this week.  I’m nervous because for the first time I will be really, really officially on my own. No one will be making dinner and calling me to help cook and set up. If I’m honest I’m highly discouraged that the floor has to share one kitchen. My one consolation is that if I get crazy and decide to cook I can always do that still, with my own dishes and things of course…does that mean that I have to cook for the whole floor? Oy Vey…I mean. I wouldn’t mind. I can see myself now..hahah making announcements on the floor. “I’m making dinner tonight! 5 bucks if you want to eat!” Is that wrong? Profiting off my cooking skills? Just Kidding.

Here is to hoping that my move in day goes by smoothly and that my roommate is lovely as I can only hope and imagine her to be.

Long over due.

-D

TUMBLR.

so what if I cheated!? It was only one post!

it's my birthday!

Legal Now

July 7th, 2011

July 7th.

HAPPY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY SISTER!!

Daisy & Sonia

I love her so. She completes me in areas I didn’t know I was even lacking in. She understands me through and through and never expects more than I can give.

Best Friends, Sisters, Sponsor & Candidate…haha forever.

I will now share a little story about Sonia and I.

It was the Friday before my confirmation and Sonia and I found our selves at our last practice. Every candidate (those being confirmed) sat in their rows along with their sponsors (god parents). Everyone had to wait patiently until their row was called up and with their sponsor’s right hand over their shoulder make a single file line up the alter and before the Bishop, the sponsor’s right hand never leaving your shoulder. Needless to say, Sonia and I thought this whole ordeal was a bit….interesting. As we stood before all the other candidates and their sponsors we couldn’t help but secretly giggle at the whole ordeal of it all. How must we all look? I could feel Sonia’s hand on my shoulder shaking with laughter and every so often I’d have to turn around and be like “Sonia, please. Control yourself. Have some dignity.”

You’d have to be there to really witness how comical this whole thing was.

ALSO.

I didn’t have time to write it but my other sister Olga celebrated her birthday on June 19th. With the whole commotion of Graduation and Father’s Day and packing and moving back to my mom’s I never got around to posting anything for my dad or her!

So here is a little something for her.

Olga & Daisy

Every single thing you do for me will never ever be forgotten.

The sacrifices and accommodations you have made sometimes leave me beyond grateful.

I wonder sometimes how I’ll ever be able to pay you back for all you’ve done.

I love you.

Happy Birthday

July 6th, 2011

July 6th, 10:25 pm.

Hell. That would explain my day. I blogged late last night about this time yesterday that I wasn’t feeling good and I felt I had eaten too much perhaps too soon. I ignored it, believing it would go away after a short time and got into bed to watch a special on the Casey Anthony Murder Case.

I spent the majority of the night tossing and turning, my legs feeling numb and restless. At one point during the night around 1:45 am I took to kicking the air to wear out my legs and sleep peacefully. I’d roll around, back and forth and couldn’t get into a position that would bring relief. I remember at some point I took the fan and turned it on, placing it on my bed to get some cool air. Lying down on my stomach was painful and I knew then that something wasn’t right. I even considered chewing on a stick of mint flavored gum to rid myself of the nausea.

3:55 came around and I could no longer take it. I picked up the trashcan and emptied out the contents of my stomach and following that went to wake up my mom and let her know I wasn’t feeling well. By 4:30 am I was in full blow vomiting marathon. I rested soon after, drank some tea and hoped I would reawaken energized and feeling better. I woke up at 8am. No luck. The vomiting continued and the nausea continued and the fatigue was horrible. Up until 6:38 pm today I stayed in bed, fighting away any nausea and tried to keep some food down.

It’s now 10:34pm and so far so good. I haven’t thrown up in close to 10 hours and I’m SO ready to wake up and feel normal again. Stomach pain is the worst.


Wishing myself a speedy recovery,
- D

July 5th, 2011

July 5, 2011.

This day has not been going well. It’s been hot like you can’t imagine in my poor little oven room. It’s not even a room really, it’s a box with two windows they don’t like me opening and a door. The sun beats shines against my windows and heats up my room to such temperatures that sometimes I find myself lying in my bed, sweating with the fan in my face wondering what would happen if I cracked an egg on the window. Would it cook?
I haven’t really been allowed to go out much with my friends this some, ironic for my summer before college. While they are out at parties and soaking in the sun at the beach here I am, baking to death in my little room alone while everyone is at work. WOO for summer 2011!!

I also really, really miss two things. The internet and beach weather. Internet because even if I was alone for hours and bored out of my mind I still had facebook and youtube; at least I could get on AIM. I’m sick of the heat and my summer is just starting. You know that heat you get that’s so hot you feel like you are suffocating and you almost feel lightheaded with an overwhelming urge to sleep but the moment your head hits the pillow you feel sweat collecting beneath your neck and you realize you’re a lost case? I’ve been feeling that way a lot recently. Far too much. It’s horrible.

I’ve run out of movies to watch and sitting in bed to watch them is too hot. My couch would be a good option if only it was quite enough to lie there without being told to pick something up to put it away.

It’s funny how for so long I wish it to be summer to be able to sleep in and relax and now that it’s hear I feel like I’d be more than willing to trade it for winter break and another 6 months of ongoing school- call me crazy. Maybe it’s the heat.

ALSO.

Drum roll please. The moment has arrived.

I MISS HIGH SCHOOL.

I had a dream about it last night, a math class. The funny thing is when I dream of Redondo Union High School it’s always the same little classroom I dream of. It’s always the same building structure. The same paintings and colors and administrative offices but ironically, in real life the school is nothing like that. But in my dreams? I now it’s the school I’m dreaming about. I’ve dreamt about it many times this summer. Once I was arriving late, the entrance to the school was the entrance of my middle school and I was terrified of being late to class to I arrived in the main office and brought all the ladies breakfast. I sat there a while and helped sort out papers. I had another dream that I was walking to my 5th period Physiology class Junior Year only to realize it was no Senior year and I had 1 minute to get to my 2nd period AP Economics class across the campus. I dream of my math teachers constantly. Why? Who knows. I’ve always found my math teachers to be the easiest to imitate.


My God, have I mentioned how much I miss the internet? I admit I sound utterly pathetic and spoiled because Daisy, there are kids out there who don’t have ANYTHING and they are happy. Yes, yes good for them. Doesn’t make me miss it any less. I feel like jumping into a cold pool by myself with no one else around and stay there for a while with music playing. Sipping a nice cold lemonade. Maybe a peach smoothie?

I feel like suddenly there is so much to say! This wasn’t even planned or anything, I’m writing purely as thoughts come to me. If this is annoyingly disorganized and pathetic I apologize, you can stop reading now. :P


What else… what else…

5 Words that describe your summer: HEAT. FAN. ADELE. HARRY POTTER. SLEEP.

Sounds like my kind of summer. This ALWAYS happens. Given the fact that I’ve been a fan of Harry Potter for some time and have read all the books and finished them about 4 years ago, my summer isn’t summer unless it involves Harry. I always get into the books again during the summer and long for the days that I could have a wand and be Hermione. She’s always been my favorite. I also take a special liking to Luna. Although if I had to be anyone I would also like to be Professor McGonagall because she seems pretty badass. Gracious all the time, regal even.


Hahah I love how Badass is in the MacBook Pro dictionary.
That made my day.
Slightly but it did.

“badass |ˈbadˌas| informal
noun
a tough, aggressive, or uncooperative person : one of them is a real badass, the other's pretty friendly.
adjective
1 tough or aggressive : a strange fellow with a badass temper.
• particularly bad or severe : some badass virus I'd caught at sea.
2 formidable; excellent : this was one badass camera.
ORIGIN 1950s: from the adjective bad + ass 2 .”

I like option 2. She was freakin’ BADASS. WOOT WOOT!



10:14pm.
I ate too much. Now I feel nauseas. Headache, fatigue and nausea and to top it off I was connecting my phone charger to the wall and banged my head against the iron bars of my bed and hit my eyesocket. Lovely Night.

June 29th, 2011

June 29th, 2011:
I’m currently blogging from the comfort of my own bed in my own room in my parent’s house. This has been my room since…forever. When I was born we lived in a home down the street from our current residence and from about the age of 2 maybe (I could very well be wrong) we’ve lived here and this has since then forever been my room. My sisters, all three of them used to share what is now my parents master bedroom and my parents used to sleep in what is now my brother’s room and my brother used to sleep in a room we had in the back of the house. This room however, has always been mine. I have a feeling it will remain that way until forever and ever.

Now that my bed is nicely situated and my sheets are nice and soft and the fan is hitting me in just the right spot I can turn on my computer and blog. I currently don’t have Internet here but hopefully within the next few weeks I’ll be able to get on that and have it up and running. As few weeks ago, probably 2 or 3 weeks ago I was going through my things at Olga’s and I was sorting my books, taking time to skim through them as I sat by my bookshelf and really contemplated how much I loved each and every one. I could remember what was going on in my life when I read them, what the room smelt like and what music I was listening to…

So I never finished the entry above! I wrote the about Sunday night and now it is Wednesday! The past few weeks have been totally busy trying to find space for everything I brought with me. My room at Olga’s was significantly larger than my room here and seeing as my room over there was practically over flowing you can imagine how my room here is being half the size.

When I moved in my room was a tan/coffee color. It was very bland, had no personality and seeing as my bedroom furniture is a natural wood everything mixed up together and was utterly void of any personality. Yesterday, Tuesday, my brother painted my entire room a light asparagus green. I LOVE It. The green looks wonderful with the white ceiling and white blinds and white border around the windows. I’m utterly in love with the room! A downside however, is that now my bed is nicely centered with my nice comforter and my two night stands are on either side and my white book shelf is against the wall overflowing with books….I don’t have room for anything else. It looks so nice the way it is I don’t want to bombard it with so much other stuff that will take away for the beauty of it. So in other words, I need to find another place for all the stuff I have especially all the clothes since I took out my dresser….0.0

Oh lord, it’s going to be a couple of interesting days ahead. I feel like the past 4 all I’ve done is packed, unpacked, sorted through stuff, thrown stuff away, taken a nap and started again.


Wish me luck!

Oh, how i missed thee!

It's been a while since I last blogged seeing at my parent's don't have any form of internet access but I tried to keep writing! Believe me, I did!

Summer Blog

Well. Naturally I have nothing school related to report and probably will not have anything academic to share for the next two months. I do, however, have interesting little stories to share that have happened to me since I got out of school. 

 this isn't really a story at all. but well. who cares? Graduation day ...okay. Back track.

Play-by-Play of all the events. Kinda.

June 16th, 2011. I woke up early with the pretense of arriving on time to my Orientation at CSUF. My mom had slept over the night before in order to attend Brandon's 5th grade promotion and as she slept soundly with me I found it so difficult to get out of bed. When there is someone else sleeping with you and they are still sleeping soundly while you stand there, shivering and half asleep forcing your butt to get moving and get ready for the day ahead...well, that is a horrible feeling.  Maria, Adam and I arrived at F. State at around 8:39 and after getting a 3 hour parking pass made way to find our designated meeting area. We couldn't find it. SO! We ended up asking a person who works there and after having them direct us to the proper location made our way across the campus to the Student Union or Student Center...whatever it's called and checked in. In my mind...well, quite honestly I don't know what the hell was going through my mind. I knew from before that this orientation thing would be an all day thing but that day for whatever reason I didn't seem to remember that. I was in skinny jeans rolled up above my ankle, a loose top, a short sleeve blazer/jacket and the most uncomfortable sandals made of pure rubber and plastic (cute ones tho). So I walk up to the table, check in and get my name tag and naturally I''m waiting for them to direct Maria and myself to an area where together we can pick my classes and get my student ID and leave to make it in time for Brandon's celebration. You can imagine my surprise when they tell me to say goodbye to my 'mom' and have her pick me up around 5 when we will wrap up. I felt a wave of intense heat wash over me when I realized that this thing I signed up for an all day thing. That this said "cute" outfit I was wearing was probably not appropriate for this event and that I had not eaten breakfast and suddenly food was all I could think about.  Are you f'in kidding me? I wanted to say, but of course I didn't. "um..can my family come with me?" "did they sign up for parent orientation?"

At that point I had to search deep into my memories and remember that letter I received about orietnation and how annoyed I was that you had to pay 75 dollars per parent for them to hear the same information you were going to hear anyway. "freakin' joke- hell no we aren't signing up!" I had said then.

"Um, no." I replied. "Well then you are going to walk through these two doors. down the stairs and walk into the meeting hall" I felt like it was a strange death sentence. I wasn't prepared. Who knows what they were going to make me do. I was alone no less and not entirely ready to start meeting new people. "Can I at least say goodbye to my family?" I asked. I made a solemn walk to Maria and told her the news, giving her a kiss goodbye and made my way into the meeting hall. As if the news of this being an all day thing wasn't enough you can imagine how much more I was surprised when I walked into the hall and realized I was late. I was easily the last one to arrive.  An orientation leader had to lead me through the mass of people sitting in their chairs, each looking terrified of what was to come and lead me to the table front and center. I sat down and looked around, a forced smile on my face as I greeted everyone and pretended I knew exactly what was going on. "I can't believe this is going to be 9 hours long!" the girl to my right said. "Oh, you didn't know? That sucks" Oh yeah, because I was so prepared myself. O_O

Rather than writing my entire journey through this said Orientation I'll cut it short. It was not nearly as horrible as I thought it out to be. I did, though, have a moment of panic when they sent us down to the basement computer lab to register for our classes and naturally I had no idea which to take. I had never been given so much freedom. I sat there, before the computer screen blinking rapidly trying to keep with with everything. Before me was a course catalog and I could take any class I wanted, any day I wanted, at ant time I wanted. I felt my heart beat faster as I tried to keep myself from hyperventilating.  To make matters worse I had no reception so I had no way of texting my sister to get their input.

It was a lot of freedom. It is going to take a hell of a while to get used to it.


After Anthony picked me up from orientation (he works a few minutes away) we arrived at Olga's to celebrate Brandon's Promotional Party. His friends gathered and their parents and we ate and watched slide show videos. Jovonna slept over that night and at some point we made our way upstairs into my room with the intention of skyping people but after having no takers we took to making videos via facebook for our close friends.

The following morning, June 17th, 2011 we woke up early and made our way to Graduation Practice at school. It's so crazy to fully comprehend that I've graduated. We showed up and as we made our way into the small gym I think everyone was shocked that we had made it to this point because it seemed as time just flew on by.  We practice for a while and then Jovonna, Becky and myself went to get some breakfast and after having them drop me off I quickly jumped into bed and took a nap to energize for Grad Night that night.

Graduation was as I expected it to be. The tears didn't come though. It was a nostalgic feeling seeing all of the people I had grown accustomed to seeing everyday at school being called up one by one to receive their diploma. I probably looked utterly retarded walking down the aisle to shake the principal's hand. My cap had flown off. The sun was in my face and I probably looked more pissed than happy.

I received tons of flowers! They were all so beautiful -sighs-

I received a good deal of cash, a BEAUTIFUL RING, a quill, a journal, a pair of earrings,  a book and a poster.

Grad Night brings us to June 18th, 2011. It was fun. I got an airbrush tattoo but on the bus ride home I was so so so utterly exhausted I just remember seeing the cars beside us on the freeway and then suddenly feel my head bang against the headrest, jolting me awake.


It's hard to believe High School is over.
It's officially Summer as of today.
Today was the first day it actually felt WARM enough to be summer.

Here's to hoping the packing goes by smoothly and the rest of the week goes well.
-D

I graduated!

I don't even remember when was the last time I wrote on here. 

SO MUCH has happened within the past week since i've blogged 

and I am so behind on posting about it. 

This past Friday, June 17, 2011 I graduated High School!

SO EXCITING :]

I'm at a loss of what to write at the current moment in time.

Hopefully tomorrow I will be in a better writing mood.

My whole life in one room.

"If your house was burning down and you could only take 3 things, what would you take?"

well, that's easy. My answer was always "clothes, pictures and books."

In my mind I would think, okay...so the house was burning but I would be one of those people that would be calm and productive. I'd grab a trash bag and pack as much clothes as I could, throw them out the window. Same with the books. Grab my box of pictures and run.

Now the answer isn't so simple. I don't have any developed pictures. They are all stored on my MacBook Pro. So, naturally, I'd take the computer and run.

Yes, the logic made sense but really, could you only pick 3 things that meant that much to you? You would leave everything else to burn to pure ash? Only 3? 

I've started cleaning out my closet today. Packing up all my clothes, sorting some for donation and making a pile of clothes that I've worn but I'm pretty sure don't belong to me. I took off all my posters, my decorative butterflies and my door coverings. All off and folded away and ready to be packed. 

As I sit here on my bed writing this I'm looking around this room, my home for the past 7 years and I can't bear the thought of leaving ANYTHING behind. This room is my life. Everything there is to know about me is in this room. Ever object that means something important to me is in this room. Don't know me? Come to my room and you'll find out all you need to know. Thinking back to the question, I would have no idea what 3 things I would pack.

I like to save things. I have all my binders since middle school. All my essays. Math progress reports from 7th grade. Director's Script for the Play HONK! I student directed that year as well. Sure, maybe I won't ever need them again but it brings me some form of consolation that I know I have them. The years have gone by far too fast and this is my way of knowing that despite everything I have something to hang on to to prove those years were actually real, they really happened.

As I get ready to graduate High School this coming Friday I've awestruck at how fast these years went by. Memories of Middle School cloud my head, early morning announcements, planning dances, talent shows, awards nights...was that really 6 years ago? It seems like those things just happened and now I'm realized it's been 5 years since I student directed that play, 6 years since I carried around that binder.

I'm turning 18 this year, in a little less than a month and that thought alone is pretty crazy to me. If feels as if years went by in weeks and suddenly I'm struggling to catch up...but in a good way. I'm ready for the new chapter in my life, I just didn't really pay attention to how soon it would come.

For the past 7 years this room has been my everything. My entire life is in here. There is not one thing I would pick over the other. Everything has value to be and holds a memory.  

Busy sorting, packing and throwing away... 

-D

Random Post

1. What am I doing right now?

2. My Age

3. First Name

4. Middle Name

5. Last Name

6. Nickname

7. Favorite Food

8.  Bad Habit

9. Pet's Name

10. Mom's Name

11. ....I'm bored. I can't do all 20 hahahaha

-D

These times are changing

4 years later

"Friendship is like peeing on yourself: everyone can see it, but only you get the warm feeling that it brings. "

High School is over

I don't feel sad... yet.

Freshman Year- First Football Game

I mean, sure I have that nagging feeling in my stomach and my cheeks have this tingle that lets me know that the moment I listen to a sad song and see all my friends in our graduation gowns I'll burst into tears but until then...I'm good.

I'm happy.

I know so many say that High School was the best years of their lives.
They they did so much and had so much fun and they felt they lived it up then.

I don't feel that way.

These past couple years were the best of my life in a way, sure  but not directly because of school. I grew up these past years, I matured, I learned, I made mistakes and I learned from them. I met people and lost people and every relationship lost and gained taught me something.

Maybe some things didn't work out how I would have liked them to and maybe some worked out better than I could ever imagine.

I can't deny that during these past 4 years I was unbelievably happy and sometimes unbelievably sad.
Things happen and people change but in this case, I feel we've all changed for the better.

It's so scary to look at pictures of my friends, friends I've known since before we all met that awkward hell we call puberty and see how much we've grown. How much older we look.

What will we make of ourselves? Will we call each other when we can and catch up on our lives over coffee? Will we call each other everyday to fill each other in on our lives? Or will we be happy memories somewhere lost in the mix of the past?

I, for one, don't know the answer to that.
It's the beginning of the end in some way.
But it's also the beginning of something so much greater.
Life. Real life.

Senior Prom

Sure it will be hard and we will have stresses and worries but I'm confident I am ready to take it on.

Day 15: A band/musical artist whose music impacted your life.

Bon Jovi & Dido

Day 14: Someone who has made your life worth living.

All that I am or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel Mother.  ~Abraham Lincoln

Prom- Redondo Royale 2011