Long days

These past few days have been veryyy long and very fun. Friday was Epcot, today was Annabelle's baptism/ baptism party, and tomorrow is the Motion City Soundtrack/ A Rocket to the Moon concert with Chrissy. I'm pretty pumped for that!! I've already seen ARTTM once and they're pretty awesome live. Maybe I'll actually get to say hi to them this time. :)

Free Writes

I woke up this morning with the uncontrollable urge to write. So I sat down and did a free write. I figured I'd share it with you.

In two more days I’ll be kissing this place goodbye. There will be nothing to do but look back for a minute and remember the times I’ve had here, good times, bad times, and all around confusing times. Will I wonder what it would be like if I stayed? Yes. Will I regret leaving for home? No. People are going to give me weird looks, I understand that. Most teenagers want to get out of their house as soon as they can. But what they don’t understand, what society as a whole doesn’t understand, is that not everyone is meant to go away to college. I like to think I’m more mature than your average college student. I don’t think that’s an unreasonable thought considering I have more friends that are out of college than your average 19 year old. I don’t think it’s weird that I go shopping with my eighth grade English teacher, because she’s my friend, nor do I think it’s weird to go out to dinner or sit and talk with 30 some year old mothers, because they’re my friends too. I’m not saying that I don’t enjoy hanging out with the friends I have that are my age. I’m just saying that I don’t fit into the stereotypical college student role. I don’t see the point of drinking until you can’t remember your own name, smoking, ever, or gallivanting around dressed like a, for lack of a better word, skank. To quote Relient K, “the party scene is kinda mean, I think it’s sick and twisted.” I don’t see a problem with spending my Friday nights watching a movie at home or going out to dinner, coming back home, and relaxing. This is why I will be kissing this place goodbye in two days. There honestly isn’t much to do besides party. I can’t stand being away from my family for this long. I want to sit on the couch and watch a movie with my mom. I had a life in Titusville, one that I liked, and I can’t wait to get it back again.

On a side note, my computer is giving me more reasons to switch to Apple. The sound randomly decides to stop working. It's annoying.

Sundays

Today was my last Sunday at Good News. I'm really going to miss going there each Sunday, but more than that I'm going to miss knowing which church to attend. When I got here, there was no question in my mind about where I would be spending my Sunday mornings. Now that I'm going home I have no clue. I have three main choices (CCC, PABC, and Redeemer). I hate when churches split up and leave me to decide where to go. agggh. It's kinda a really hard decision. But I'm sure I'll make it eventually.

In other news, I'm seriously debating getting a Macbook/Macbook Pro at the end of the summer. That is, of course, assuming I make enough money to afford one. Seeing as Macs are virtually virus-proof, "cooler", and A LOT easier to carry to and from class, it seems like a good idea to me. Plus, the Apple store gives discounts to students. I'm not 100% sure yet though.

UPDATE

An update on the last post....

I'll have TWO best friends (Kelly AND Christopher) at UCF next year!!! I'm about to pee my pants (Okay, not really. But I just can't think of any other way to describe how happy this makes me.)

And if you feel like watching the documentary Monica, Jessica, Bethany, and I slaved over for 100+ hours just follow this link.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-mFHBrhFHDY

A Closing Chapter

Alas, it's almost time to close another chapter of my life and open a new (hopefully better) one.

I just got back from my last hall meeting here at Flagler. I've signed up for a check-out time, started packing boxes, made a cleaning schedule, written letters, and now, just have to study for those few finals I actually do have. It's weird to think that I'll be leaving here in a matter of days.

I can hardly believe that my freshman year of college is already over. It's been fun, not-so-fun, terrible, great, and downright rotten (all at different time spans). It's full of new memories, new friendships, new lessons learned, new mistakes, etc. It makes me a little sad to think I won't be back next year. But it also makes me happy. I'll miss my friends, my awesome professors, and my freedom. I won't miss the annoying people, the crappy professors, being away from my family, feeling alone, not seeing my best friends, etc. All in all, the cons of Flagler outweigh the pros.

I can't wait to see what the next year brings me. Hopefully it'll bring me a school with spirit, my best friend, a new friendship with my cousin, old high school friends, and most of all, happiness. One doesn't realize how much they need their family until they're sitting in a room all alone with no one to talk to.

When I leave here, I'll glance back and try to only remember the good times. There are too many to list now. Then I'll turn around, look forward, and imagine the good times I'll have back home. I honestly couldn't be happier with my decision to leave.

When one door closes, another opens. A better door. One with a few more smile and a few less tears.

Colors

My English professor made us write these weird story type things about a certain color. I wrote two and didn't really like either of them, but everyone kept telling me that they were good so I decided to post them....

Green

Green leaves, green trees, that green you turn when you're feeling nauseous. Kermit the Frog,

money, Irish eyes, rolling hills. Envy. Jealousy. New life, Springtime, Easter, New chalkboards,

stripes, ocean air.

Red

Red letters, red pens that mark my mistakes, red hearts. Stop signs, scraped knees, Ich liebe dich. Valentine's day, massacres, lipstick stains on the cheek of a love, nail polish, the muscle that keeps us alive. Nick's hair, first loves, the bringing and taking of life, bloodstained tears. Broken hearts, anger, accidents, tomato fights, boxes, the feeling I get when I remember how much I miss you

A Novel Idea

I've been sucking at blogging lately, mostly because I lost my creativity. So I figured I'd post bits of my short story thing I started, but didn't finish, last semester until the creativity comes back. I know it's not exactly Mark Twain, or even Stephenie Meyer for that matter, but enjoy...

It's called "Tension". And here's the first paragraph.

December 2009

The tension in the room could be cut with a knife. Tom and Eliza looked back and forth at one another, neither knowing what to do next. Eliza had always been a good, Christian girl, never getting in trouble in high school, but college had changed her. More importantly, meeting Tom had changed her. There was something about Tom, something Eliza liked. From the moment she met him, she was hooked. She knew his reputation, the bad boy, the one who always got in trouble. But she didn’t believe it, until today that is. Today, Eliza and Tom stood over the body of Scott Badtree and both knew that their lives would never be the same again.