day thirteen: me and Sara

hands down if i had to pick an artist that has gotten me through the bad times, the good times, the whenever times, it would be Sara Bareilles. i love her music so much! my good friend sara barber showed her to me once upon a time when i was working at gonescrappin', back when she was first being produced, before she was a big radio sensation. i fell in love with her song "Fairytale" and then luckily sara let me have her copy of the cd, called Little Voice. and now i am addicted, and i think it is the most phenomenal collection. when i start listening to Sara Bareilles nothing else matters but the music. like seriously- if i have her playing in my car and you are sitting right there, i don't want to talk to you at all. i'm just being honest. i just want to sing. the world vanishes. all that's left is the music and the words and the feelings they bring. i don't care about my homework, job, boyfriend, money, friends, its just me and Sara. And for a little while, that's just fine. she is my escape.

day twelve: tell me

well in all honesty i can't really think of what i don't get complimented on. i don't really live for compliments, i don't really need them to feel good about myself, i can do that just by doing the right things and knowing that i'm doing the right things. i don't need people to tell me i'm smart, i know i am smart and am able to understand the hard things. i don't need to be told i'm mature for my age, i already know i'm not a typical drama queen.  i don't need compliments about how beautiful i am, i know when i'm looking pretty, every girl does. i don't like to fish for compliments, i think its tacky and desperate. so i don't know what really to say here... i guess i wish people would say i'm a good time to hang out with i guess. i wish more people would be like "HEY! come with us!" but i mean i have plenty of friends who do that, but it just would be nice to have more. :)

i'm afraid

i'm afraid.
i guess thats the easiest way to put it.
it's halloween, and i quite honestly am scared.
not of ghosts or of goblins
demons or zombies
but of my future.

i've done a lot of talking lately
with a lot of friends
and this realization hit me like a ton of bricks
i am afraid of what is to come.

this is why i don't think about my future.
i worry about things enough to get by.
enough to not be completely derailed from lifelong dreams.
but only enough.
never above and beyond.
i hate my past.
i live in the now.
and i'm scared for my future.

it's ironically appropriate
this being the season for fright.
that i sit and i worry
that i fear for my life
and all i'm thinking about is my future.

i don't want to grow up.
i'm afraid of those responsibilities.
i don't want to think about 5 years from now.
i want to think about what i'm doing tomorrow.
i don't know if i want to be a nurse.
i would love to be an elementary school teacher.
but why would i change my major?
is it because i am seeking the easy way out?
because getting in the nursing program is hard?
i don't want to get married.
i'm far too selfish for such a thing.
it lasts for eternity...
that is a very long time.
i can't even grasp it
will it work out?
who knows anymore...
so many end early these days.

i don't know what i'm doing with my life
i feel like a mess
i feel like i'm spinning my wheels
going nowhere
doing enough to say i'm doing something
being carefree
but its not going to cut it anymore

i need some direction
but i fear that too
what if i can't do what i need to?
i'm so scared.
and i don't understand why...
futures are supposed to be happy!
they're supposed to bring joy.
so what the heck is my problem?
why does the thought of my future make knots in my belly?

i'm getting my blessing.
my patriarchial one.
i called him today.
perhaps this weekend of worry was just what i needed.
November 14th.
i'm getting it then
and its still safe to say-
i'm afraid.

day eleven: compliments

hmmmm... i suppose what i get complimented on most is my maturity. when people don't know how old i am and then i tell them, they always are verys surprised like "OH no way! i thought for sure you were 21!" and i'm always like "really? REALLY?" because i feel so immature most of the time! how on earth do i fool all of these people?! i mean i'm the type of girl who thinks mac'n'cheese is a great dinner, applesauce is bomb, koolaid rocks my world, finding nemo is my favorite movie, i love to watch cartoons (Avatar: the Last Airbender on Nickelodeon is my guilty indulgence), i stay up later than i should despite my responsibilities, i procrastinate like no other, and i laugh at stupid things ALL THE TIME. example: favorite joke. there are two muffins in an oven and one muffin goes: Oh man! it's getting hot in here. the other muffin goes: "Oh my gosh! a talking muffin!!" HAHA! stupid, i know, but i looooove it :)

sooo perhaps i know that in some ways i am more mature than the average joe. i've been through a fair amount of crazy stuff in my life. i've learned a lot, and i like to think that the way i have chosen to live life makes me fairly mature. i mean i went out and found a job where i work 24-32 hours a week, i use the money i earn to pay for tuition, books, rent, cell, gas, food and whatever else i need (and usually in that order. lol) i don't get offended easily, i let most stuff roll off my back. i don't get my feelings hurt real easy. i think i'm fairly undramatic, i mean i know that sometimes there is drama in my life, but i don't go out looking for it or purposefully make it. i'm not judgemental. i've done too much stupid stuff to be that. i'm open minded. i am always willing to give the benefit of the doubt, even when some people probably don't deserve it. i don't overanalyze. i'm just very cut and dry i think. i realize that love requires a lot of work, and it sure ain't no fairytale. i know what i want for a career. and perhaps these things are why i'm considered "mature" but i kinda just wish that everyone had these characteristics... haha.

but even though i know that i am fairly mature, i can't help think that i'm still so not prepared for this whole "being mature" and "grown up" thing. i tell residents at work how old i am and they say "you're still a baby!" and well, yeah! i totally feel like i am! i'm still young- oh so young, and i feel like i'm trying to grow up way too fast...

day ten: let go

someone i need to let go, or someone you wish you never knew

there truly isn't someone i sincerely wish i never knew. i believe every person in my life has been there to teach me something. even people who ended up hurting me, or people who let me down, or people who just drifted out of my life, they were there because i needed them at that point in my life. so if they aren't in my life anymore, its because the role they play in the grand scheme of my life is over, and i have no more lessons to learn from them. and thats fine. i let people go when i don't feel the need to have them there in my life anymore, so i'm pretty sure i've let everyone go that i need to- i certainly don't feel strings attatched to people from my past- perhaps i'm niave in saying such things, but i truly do believe that i have not met someone that i wish i never knew. i am content with my life, and who's in it.

day nine: drifted

someone i didn't want to let go, but someone who just drifted...

to be honest, there are a lot of people in my life who have drifted away, but most of the time it's because i kinda let it happen, usually not on purpose like i don't set out to be like "i'm going to phase this person out of my life" but it just kinda happens naturally because we're all busy people and schedules clash a lot and we just don't see each other as much. i'm kinda horrible at keeping tabs on people that i don't see very often. i mean, i rarely talk to anyone from high school, and its not because these people were mean or awful, its just i don't care so much anymore. i just don't do well with trying to catch up with everyone and everything going on in their lives, when i can barely keep up with the people i see more frequently. i mean i hope they are doing well and i hope they are happy, but i don't have enough motivation to really try to talk to them and catch up. that's probably why i never made those "lasting friendships" at EFY or anything, because i just never really could handle the stress and the obligation of chatting with all of them. its just easier to be friends for a week, and then forget about it. anyways, i have a whole list of friends that i have just let leave my stage of friendship, and thats fine, because well if they have left, its usually a mutual thing. both of us have gotten busy, and talking to each other just isn't a priority anymore and if they wanna talk to me, thats fine, but i don't really openly pursue re-kindling friendships with them. perhaps that means i'm a bad friend, i think i probably am. but i can't help the way i am. i am a "phase friend" i guess... i have a hard time keeping friends once i'm out of a phase.

so there's jackie sitko, she was my bus/swim/polo buddy. i used to talk to her about EVERYTHING. i "rescued" her from her house one time when both her parents were gone and she just didn't want to be alone, and i ended up running over a bark pile in her neighborhood and we had to wash my car at like midnight... then we made "mmmm.. chocolate cake batter" while we talked about anything and everything. she also was where i ran to first when i ran away from home, she hid me for a few hours and even lied to her mom about me being there. i owe her big time, she really kept me sane at times. love her, i hope she's doing well, and i hope she's gotten rid of her stupid boyfriend.

hannah skarsten, my polo/swim buddy! love her too, she was there for me when i really really needed a friend. she could always make me laugh, she was outspoken and opinionated and never intimidated by people who were older than us, and i was always jealous of it. and i just loved jamming out with her to "Le Disko" by Shiny Toy Guns on the way to polo practice in her subaru, even when she scared the living daylights out of me because of her crazy driving. even though she's small, she is a fiery girl, and i hope she's doing well in school and her long distance relationship is working out.

i feel bad, but this is just how things go. i just don't talk to people much if i don't see them. i mean i have a hard enough time keeping tabs on the people i DO see all the time. ah, life makes you so busy, and sometimes, you gotta sacrifice i guess.

california

so i went home on wednesday to do some laundry before i went in to sell plasma at talecris, but then i found out my sisters and my mom were going to california! so they invited me along since i was taking time off from work and it was fall break from school. so i contemplated for about ten minutes before i decided i should go. i mean how often do i get the chance to go to california in the first place?! so i went straight to my apartment, not having done any laundry, and they came to pick me up from there. and now here we are! dana point, laguna beach travelodge, in california! quite literally a 5 minute walk to the beach! its amazing! its been rainy, and cloudy, and foggy, we pretty much haven't seen the sun since we've been here, BUT its been so lovely! we have had so much fun playing in the waves, collecting shells, chilling at the pool, and watching excessive amounts of project runway and america's next top model. haha. i love my sisters :)

today we went to aliso viejo beach, and there were dolphins! a whole bunch of them too! there were at least 8-12 dolphins and they were sooooo close to the shore! steff kept saying how much she wanted to just go out and swim with them, but she didn't want to do it alone, so she convinced me to go with her. haha, so we swam all the way out to where the dolphins were at and it was pretty far out there, but we were like only 20 feet away from them! it was so crazy cool! then they swam away, so we came back in, and steff got pummeled by the waves, but i was just fine, i guess i can just read the waves better ;) haha. so we then went to the showers to get all the sand off, and we were walking back to the car, when we see a lifeguard car come down the street with its lights and sirens on, then the beach patrol, then the police, and then the marine safety patrol... it was ridiculous! so many officials! and we were trying to figure out why they all were there, and then i realized they were all looking at the dolphins... haha. we're pretty sure that they got called there because someone thought we were going to like attack the dolphins or something...  i got the beach patrol and marine safety called on me and my sister. haha. it has been such a fun trip!