First Day...yo

So... hey. Guess what. I actually survived my FIRST DAY OF HIGH SCHOOL. I did every possible word editing thing to that to get my point across. But boy, let me say that there is nothing as great as sitting in a hot, steamy, 90 degree class when you're tired and nervous. It's just so awesome. I really enjoyed it. Yeah. Right.

But surprise of surprises... I didn't get lost! I took all of the right staircases, went to all of the right rooms, and didn't get shoved into a locker or anything! YES! The only really bad part of the day was the fact it was unnaturally hot, I had a terrible headache, and I was so freaking tired! Gah! I am not used to getting up at 6. But yeah.. The teachers were awesome (eh, minus one.. I got bad "vibes"), everyone was really nice, and (thank god!) I had a lot of people in my lunch. So... success? I hope so. Now I have to go cover books and make an organized list of all of the supplies I need... So... Hope you all had a great day too!

Randomness

Hello my freaky darlings. IT'S THE SECOND TO LAST DAY OF SUMMER. How the *expletive* did this happen? Wasn't it just yesterday I was walking into Coolidge for the last time ever? That's what it seems like. And now, in a mere day 36 hours (I'm guesstimating).. I will be a freshman. A frosh. A high schooler. Frosh sounds like a kind of food to me. "Can I have a plate of frosh on the side, please?"
I went to the school today to try and find my classes. Lord, am I going to get lost. My friends and I had a race to see who could finish the route to all of their day one classes first. I lost. I took the wrong staircase to get to History.. and that threw me off for the rest of the race. Ah well. What can you do? If I get lost, I get lost. I was also warned to stay away from the two infamous staircases (I thought there was one?). Stairway 9. And then some other one where drug deals take place? Cool.
I have also discovered that three people at the school look like characters from Heroes. We have a Hiro look alike, a Matt Parkman look alike, and a Peter Petrelli look alike. I'm quite excited about the last example... :)
This summer has been a good transition summer for me. It definitely matured me in some ways. And you have to be mature (at least in my mind) to go through high school and not fail miserably. I'm not as out of shape as I was at the beginning of the summer. I actually kissed someone when it wasn't for truth or dare or spin the bottle. I grew a pair and told someone I liked them. I walked around Times Square without an adult. I got tan? I don't know. To me, it seems successful. And I'm happy. Which is good. Let's see how long this maturity shit can last. Or how far it can carry me before I need to learn even more.

Things that make me inexplicably happy...

Oreos and peanut butter.
Quietness.
The time of day where the sun shines through the trees and everything looks surreal.
The smell of flowers in the air.
Old movies.
Making videos.
The woods.
Animals.
Movie scores.
The sound of birds chirping.
Dusk.
Dawn.
Sunsets.
Mountains.
Small towns with populations less than 1,000.
Street-performers.
Brightly colored, obnoxious shoes.
Books.
Poetry.
Love.

High School...?

I'm sitting here, listening to my Prince of Egypt soundtrack, and freaking out. In less than four months, I'll be out of middle school. In about six months, I'll be in HIGH SCHOOL. That's insane. I mean, I've thought about it a bunch, but always with more excitement than anything else. Now it's slightly tinged with FEAR. I'm used to being the oldest out of everyone. The "upperclassman" of middle school, if you will. But now, I am going to be the youngest - the most vulnerable for being picked on. Do they even have kick a freshman friday? I really hope not.

I'm going to get lost. I already get lost in Coolidge. That's partially a lie, but I used to. Blah. I'm not freaking out as much anymore. It's passed in the matter of two minutes. I'm more excited now. Good. That's a nice note to end it on.

IM GOING TO HIGH SCHOOL BITCHES!

Future

I dream big. REALLY big. Through the years, some of my dream jobs have included a chef, actress, archaeologist, doctor, writer, forensic scientist, rancher, and professional snowboarder. I want to go to some awesome colleges. I want to live in places like Vancouver and Montana and London. I want to join the national guard. I don't want to get married, but who says I can't fall in love? I want only enough money to get from place to place, and maybe eventually settle down. Have a house. I don't know if I want kids. Maybe? And then I realize, life is pretty freaking short. Who knows if I will have time to do these things? Who knows if I'll get sick or if I'll get hurt in some freak accident. Who knows if I'll ever amount to anything great enough to do these things?

I have a thing for nature. If I could live in the woods somewhere, I would be happy. I don't like the drama of people. I like quiet. Quiet... is perfect for me. If I ever lived in the city, it would be for a little time. Maybe go to college in the city and get my fill of it, then just go somewhere else.

I can't handle figuring things out, because lately I'm insanely emotional or something. I think about things way too much. I romanticize everything. I wish I could just write my life down on a piece of paper and have it happen like that. But nothing happens like that. Why should I be lucky enough to get a free pass like that?

Life sucks. then you die. I don't want my life to be like that at all.

first post!

Yes. Dear world, I am now a blogger. I don't know how to describe what I'm trying to get out of this. Maybe people will read this. Maybe they won't. If they do? That's freaking awesome. If they don't? Yeah that's cool too. I went out to dinner tonight and a waiter looked exactly like johnny depp. I nearly spit out my pizza when I saw him. Shaun White has gorgeous hair. Come to think of it, so does Lindsey Jacobellis. I'm not a very funny person, so don't hate on me if I try to be. Hmm... well, right now its late and I'm going to go to bed. Chao!