Mine- two

When I was nine, I thought life was moving too slowly. Nothing fun ever happened, I never got what I wanted. For some reason, being sixteen would fix this. High school sounded amazing! Meeting people I liked, reading for class, real history and not social studies; but now I'm freaked. Spring break is next week, I need to take driving lessons, the CAHSEE is tomorrow. What the Pushkin, dude? Where did the last six and a half years go?
Chief Concerns
1. DRIVING!!!! I may just ride a bike everywhere for the rest of my life.
2. College is scary. Too many options and personal choices must be made.
3. Running out of time. (Cue "Always Running Out of Time")

This all sounds utterly ridiculous, and worked much better in my head, but it's my blog right....so who cares.

Mine - part one

I imagine my life as very interesting. It’s like old pictures, how they go back and add color to them. I remember this picture from my eighth grade history textbook, with a bunch of suffragists protesting for the vote, and there was a baby in a stroller. They had added blue eyes and rosy cheeks, but it really just made the baby look feverish. Sometimes I do that to my life. For example, if I go to a restaurant and there’s a really cute waiter, I might create this story in my head, like he’s secretly in love with me or something. It’s quite pathetic really.

            So I suppose the point of this rambling explanation is this: know ahead of time that the majority of what I tell you probably didn’t happen. And it most definitely didn’t happen the way I think.