Times they are a changin'

What a dramatic week! From returning to civilization, to college goodbyes, to joining the workforce, to getting a car, the past seven days haven't failed to bring reasons to celebrate, and to cry. I wish all my girls, and some guys, well on their new and exciting adventures. Wish I could be there to coast along for the ride, but for now Skype dates should keep the separation bearable. :)


I am really excited to announce that I not only am a new employee, but I have a motorized vehicle to get to work! Wooohoo! Who knows what more good news lies around the corner. :) I really don't know what to expect, other than I am being launched headfirst into the world of retail. Hopefully I won't have to be fished out any time soon. On another note, I will have to be fished out of my school schedule. Multiple friends have wisely suggested I hit up Hermione for her time bending apparatus, but until I figure out how to step out of muggle world, I'm going to have to straighten this all out. It seems I have early release in the middle of the day, which really seems the best of my poor little schedule's problems. Once my classes seem to stop defying chronological order, my next task is to overcome my fear of AP CALCULUS. You see, just the thought of it leaves me trembling in my boots. :( I keep telling myself that June 4th really isn't that far away. Cannot wait to speed through this year and join the ranks of the high school graduates. No hard feelings Westview, it's just that while I stood in line for registration for 30 plus minutes, I couldn't help but notice how many vapid girls I was surrounded by. Not to sound too high and mighty, but I really didn't want to hear that you kissed each other at the party last night, or that you died your hair platinum blonde while in Sweden. Those were actual conversations btw. 


Now that I've gotten all that teen angst out of my system, I am looking forward to the week ahead. Vampire Weekend anyone? :D This time I'll be seeing them with much better company if you catch my drift. Time to stop associating the poor guys with a bittersweet memory. Picturing my mother rocking out to Horchata brings a smile to my face already. 

"They always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself." -Andy Warhol

Bend in the Road

So, this blog business has made me quite befuddled. Putting thoughts into words that may be read by others is a bit daunting. I have decided to assume my few closest friends will be the only possible readers, so that puts me at ease a bit. Ignorance really is bliss. Anyways, this summer has not been what i expected at all. I have learned a lot, and hopefully (fingers crossed) have grown a bit. Starting from day one, the turbulence has been a bit more than what I envisioned whilst daydreaming through AP Statistics, happily ignoring the little elf teacher. But then again, maybe that's what I needed. What better thing to do over summer vacation than learn to pick yourself up, and keep enjoying life even after someone you care for becomes careless? No sarcasm intended. Though possible, it is hard to stay weepy forever when the sun is shining and the birds are singing. So, Master of the Universe, whomever you may be, thank you for the exquisite seasonal timing. On the other hand, not having a job and having months of freedom does leave some time for deep thinking. Lately, I've come to this conclusion: Falling in Love is a lot like falling asleep. You really can't remember the exact moment it happens. We all know someone who claims they know, but I am pretty sure they are fibbing.During the fall, your mind is racing with thoughts and ideas/obsessions yet at the same time, disturbingly blank if you try to recall specifics. After the fall, no one can bring you back to reality without violently shaking you, dousing you with cold water, shouting at you, etc. Some people are out like a rock, while others are still slightly in touch with the world, waking up for a car alarm, or a friend in need. Directly after waking up, you are in quite a daze. You don't know where you are, what has happened, and more specifically, what the hell is going on? I for one am not a morning person. As the great Andy Warhol put it, "People should fall in love with their eyes closed". At least then moobs wouldn't be so bad. ;)