Changing

Saying goodbye to highschool wasn’t hard, but starting school without my bestfriend since 1st grade was hard. He walked and talked with me for the last 12 years, and now we are mere strangers. This isn’t his fault, it’s mine. Somethings aren’t meant to be and I didn’t know that was the case until I met Chase.
He is nothing like any of the guys I’ve ever liked before. He’s tall, blue eyed, and blond…I’ve never been attracted to a blond before but I kinda like it.
I never thought my bestfriend would never be in my life, but the thing is people change and things end up not being meant to be. If you would’ve said I’d be dating someone else my freshman year of college I would’ve told you you were crazy, literally insane! But today I’m the happiest I’ve ever been thanks to two people. Chase and most importantly the God who brought him to me. I thank Him everyday for loving me and forgiving me.

Lovin livin

Life is all about learning. As I have learned the hard way one too many times. Ruining relationships and expectations since day one. It seems that looks aren’t everything when it comes to being a young 18 year old woman. I can’t cute my way out of things anymore without looking stupid. Forever thankful that there’s a man up there that can help me learn to love and live. And to learn to love living.
Thank you Jesus.

Winter Wipe Out

I like cleaning. Having things in order and being able to see the carpet in my bedroom. When I start color coordinating my clothes, I often pause and question if I’m Obsessively Compulsed or not. I usually think it would be rather bothersome to call myself OCD, but now I realize im OCD about OCD. I’m in a terrible cycle.
Anyways, back to cleaning.
I got a ton of super cute things for Christmas. I always do, and my family goes all out. This is not your typical sharing of stockings, and white elephant gifts, this is like huge. MASSIVE. My aunt and grandma have this problem of giving, and most of the time it works well in my favor, unless grandma like that ugly sweater, or aunty has a thing for fake teal fur. I love my family, but teal fur really? I don’t know about you but I’ll leave the teal and fur combination to the wintery mermaids.
Yesterday I realized my room was a MESS, a mammoth sized problem. I had too much stufffff. Many of you are probably saying, “Boo hoo, too much stuff, too many cute things, poor stinkin you.” And other’s are probably sympathizing. After cleaning, rearranging, and organizing all day long I wanted to pass out.
3 garbage bags of clothes, 2 of stuff, and 1 bag of trash to top off my winter wipe out.
You think you have everything you need, but then you asked for more or get more, and you don’t know what to do with it all.
Its ok to get rid of things, its ok to get new things. Its okay to re-gift as well, u won’t tell, promise.
Keep Christmas light, and your spirits will most likely be bright.

Feet are not Neat

I’m footaphobic. Not just of other peoples feet but also my own.

Pedicures. I then once a month if that. I never used to do them at all because the thought of someone else touching my feet was too gruesome. Well, here I am right this minute sitting here with a very nice lady holding my foot. Don’t mistake my use for nice in another part of the sentence but her character. The fact she gets paid to touch my feet? Not nice.
(I’m always happy with the end product though).
What I would do without pedicures. Wear boots and tennis shoes for the rest of my life. That doesn’t sound so bad?

Bookworm

The worst and best decisions of my life have been made because of books. I don’t ever remember a time that I didn’t like to read or I didn’t want my mom to read me every book in my bookshelf before bed. Books are my brain, so if the ACT could turn into write about as many books as you can a minimum of 50 I could do that! But alas this is not the case.
Being a bookworm has always impressed me about older people. Finding the time to read and also speak eloquently on matters that they have read about. I always wanted to be like that, and so I set out in my own “journey” to read as many books as I could.
Bookworm or not I think reading should be required paper or non I have no preference. I too own a nook, iPhone, and Mac and read on all three, paper will always be there I’m not worried about barns & noble going out of business anytime soon (thank God). Reading is something that makes me stay up late and regret it in the morning, it makes me tired and my eyes bloodshot, but the strange reason I have found is that it makes me spend more time in the bathroom than I should.
So here’s to all you bookworms who aren’t sleeping right now! Cheers 🍷

Middle School Grad

Oh Middle School Graduation how we all detest thee. Cheesy smiles and sweaty tassels, you aren’t forgiving. White gown flattering not, and don’t forget the organist that starts and stops pomp depending on his circumstance.
There is always that girl with the awkwardly high HIGH heels that makes it look like she just crawled out of the womb. Along with her stagger a forgotten curl and the question of, “Did I put deodorant on? Oh please at least body spray!?”
Middle school I don’t miss you one bit, but High School lets take a break. More specifically SUMMER BREAK! Can’t believe I’m going to be that silly little middle school girl again in just a year. Can’t wait. Hopefully deodorant and body spray are both on my to do list.
Farewell junior year and hello to the class of 2015!

Things

I like things. I like the new and the old. But I seem to hold tight to things that I deem are precious. You could say I like vintage, nautical, modern, and classic styles. It’s honestly hard for me to draw the line. But what I’m realizing as of lately that my life is being changed by things instead of the other way around. I feel that if I can alter what I deem important the reality of most things won’t be as important in the long run.
Hold fast to people/ideals that make you you. And don’t let things control your life.

Sugar High

Easter isn’t about the candy, or so they say. For my family it’s read the story of Jesus dying on the cross, resurrecting, promising to come back again, then….Easter egg hunt.
A holiday never passes by without an exchange of a gift. It’s like gift giving is our families love language, but that’s only on the dads side, my moms side is a whole other stomach ache (they’re Italian…so much food!). We have our fair share of tradition, what are your Easter plans?

Study Hall Blues

“Hey did you see where __________ went?”
Me: no
“Hey do you know if _____________ has come into study hall yet?”
Me: no

Ever feel like you could be the last piece of chocolate on earth? But your dark chocolate so no one bothers to find you?

I feel that way every day from 1:03 till 1:57. Why study hall gets me down? Maybe because (just like right now) I’m left with nothing, perched in a sea green chair, at a table built for 12 where I am the only occupant. Sounds of whispers and giggles from the far corner grip my heart.

I’m alone, in a library with more chairs than books, with more books than computers, but with the breath of one life.

Why Now?

I began thinking that I wanted to start a blog when I realized how alone in my world I was. I have one good friend, a best friend, he is always there for me.
Then I have things like Reading, Doodling, and iced tea. I also have a slight obsession with Pinterest, but what good woman doesn’t. I guess you could say my reality is described by simply saying…High school. Who knows if anyone will ever read this but for now (since twitter isn’t my forte) this is me.