Creativity (plus) Insanity

Am I Ready?

2008-08-16T23:59:00.000-07:00

College. Just a short time to go with the rest of my summer and I can't seem to think about anything else. Going back to school was never like this for me before. I'd get my class schedule, call my friends to see what classes we had together, celebrate when we had many, be bummed when we didn't. But, this time, it's different; this time, everything is new and everyone's back to the basics.

Firstly, for college, you have to buy tons of stuff. I feel like I'm moving out of the house or something. I've got enough stuff stored away that if I just packed everything into the car and took some cash, I could probably go anywhere in the country and just settle down. Secondly, it's exciting. Most people think that going back to school is something to be dreaded; it means the end of the summer and no more time with your friends to hang out. Oh no. That's not the case here. I want to be at college with all my new friends, learning and experiencing college. Sure, I'll miss my high school friends, even my older friends who I've known since elementary school. But, you can't beat having a fresh start after 18 years of knowing the same people. You're older and know what kind of image you want to be seen with. In college, everyone sees a friend or a classmate or even a fellow college student, at the very least.

To have two of my friends from high school coming along with me for the next four years of my life is something that I can't possibly describe to you. It's like bringing along a close family member to your new work place and always having someone to fall back onto. Sure, I'll make new friends, but I've automatically got that safety net that I can run to if things turn bad. And, considering how close I am to those two friends, I know that it won't be a problem with them.

So, I've got a ton of stuff and I'm excited. I've got some friends and I want to make new friends. That's the story of every college student, right? Sure. I've got something else, though. I'm ready for it. Most of my friends from high school have said that yes, they're ready to leave the house and be out there in the in-between world of college, but they're scared to actually leave home for 9 months out of the year. Truthfully... I'm not. I've been traveling away from home and flying internationally since I was 7. You can't really say that spending two months in Korea with relatives at a young age is very different from spending 9 months away from your family at age 18. If I did it then, then I can sure do it now.

A lot of people say that I'm mature for my age, that I act older than I really am. Sometimes, I hate that. I wanted to be a teenager, not some college kid. I always got asked, "When are you heading back to college?" as an 8th grader. No, I'm just in middle school, I would reply. And most of the time, nobody believed me. I pulled it off. But, not this time. I want to be the college kid that people thought I was. I want to be reckless and live these four years of my life like I was afraid to do for the past 18 years. I want to party, study, stay up late and talk to friends, forget about studying, pull an all-nighter, and live like the person I want to be.

And so, as my vow before I head off to college, I promise to act naturally in front of everyone I meet. I vow never to pull a front with anyone or deceive my new friends with something that I'm not. I swear to be everything that I wanted to be for the past years of my life, but was too scared reveal. I will be myself.

Webdings. I am SO Mean.

2008-07-22T19:36:00.000-07:00

Just a quick test to see if I like this sort of thing. I don't really like messing with peoples' heads..... NOT! XD

Shop Til You Run Out Of Money

2008-07-22T00:37:00.000-07:00

Three days ago, I never knew I could be so happy. I bought tons of Apple stuff. Tons as in, an iMac, a Wacom tablet, an iHome, a Time Capsule, a printer (free with the computer), and an iPod (also free with the computer). And it was only in that moment that I realized that spending money in order to buy something is exactly like bartering. Only... more capitalist.

You see, I've always been a hoarder of money. When I was younger, I hid money in one place and whenever I got the chance, I would count it and make a note of it on my money notecard along with the date. For some reason, I always thought that I was going to buy something huge with it - a cell phone, a Game Boy, a something - but it never turned out that way. I'd always end up getting something that was waaaaay over my head - a guitar, a new gaming system and all its accessories, a new computer - and then I'd ask my parents for it as a gift, only I'd be paying half of it. So, instead of getting a $600 guitar for both my birthday AND as a Christmas p

resent and thus deducting from my overall present count, I'd pay $300 of my precious dollars and then get it for Christmas. And I'd still have April 30th to look forward to each year when my birthday came around.

Shopping for college is like going out to buy things as if I were moving out of my parents' house; you actually need everything and anything you can think of at college. Except toilet paper. Hopefully. I made a list and I never knew that you needed so many things to live on your own. It's amazing, but this is what college is for, right? Preparing you for the real world? Or something like that.

Along with all the technology that I got, I also bought 100% Egyptian cotton bath towels, which I love and a bunch of Tommy Hilfiger bed sheets and I'm planning on getting a lot of (very) thick blankets from L.L. Bean. Hey, it's cold in Maine. And though I'd rather be too cold than too warm, it's never better to be prepared in case a roommate leaves a window open one cold February night. Trust me.

And so, I immerse myself into work which I probably won't continue

with, or I might just do it as a hobby. This is what I've been working on with the help of Haley, who's been putting up with my laziness and OCD with outlining, which isn't a very good combination.

[those quiet midnight hours]

2008-07-17T02:39:00.000-07:00

I've come to love the time between when most people go to sleep and the birds start chirping their heads off. It'd become 'my time', the span of a few short hours where time slows and life just seems to ease along. As I sit at my computer and type this post up, it's just past 2:30 in the morning and the only sounds that I can hear are the clicking of the computer keys and the leaves rustling from the wind blowing outside. The highway near my house doesn't have any cars on it and there aren't kids running up and down the street, wanting to play with their friends. Everything is standing still.

And yet, I always manage to ruin it by waiting until the birds wake up and start going off on their early bird activities. I hate mornings, and once the birds are up, you know that 1) you're definitely up late and 2) there's no way you're going to get any sleep until they pipe down a little. So, I shall leave you with these thoughts before I depart to spend my time enjoying the crickets that have started up and listening to how loud silence can be.

Thoughtful Thoughts

Why can't women put on mascara with their mouth closed?
If con is the opposite of pro, is Congress the opposite of progress?
If flying is so safe, why do they call the airport the terminal?