I Feel Content

It finally feels like senior year.  And I feel like myself.  My sophomore, junior self, minus some of the depression.  I feel pretty good right now.

Maybe it's because Thanksgiving is almost here and soon, Christmas.

Maybe it's because I'm excited about college.

But maybe?  I'm just happy.

I know where I want to be next year.  I'm happy about college.  I'm not stressing over the small things.  And I know at the very least that I have a great back up school.

Some little things have changed in my life.  I'm back to some old behaviors.  But old isn't always bad.  It's predictable, I know how I'll feel about things.  And I've accepted that whatever happens, will happen.

I have one foot in the old, one in the new.  How long before I get to do the splits?

(Oh, and I remember why I used to love HP now!!!  Fanfiction time.  Care to recommend any?)

Gilmore Girls

I'm writing my main common app essay about Gilmore Girls.
It might be silly, but it has seriously been influencial for me.
And far more real than writing about 1984 or Middlesex.

I'm writing about TV for an essay that could determine my admission to my dream college.

I'm nervous.
I'm scared.
But at least it'll be original.

I don't know if you like Oprah, but I personally do.  And I've heard a lot of things about how amazing she is and what she's survived and done and whatnot.

Somehow, she still ended up alone.  At least, in the conventional sense.

Does it really have to be that way?

One or the other?  I wonder.

I hope not.

Hmm. Hypocrisy Much?

So my school's October issue of the student newspaper came out yesterday.  And there was  an article that caught my eye in it, which criticized the revealing Halloween costumes of teenagers.  So I took a glance at the byline, wondering if the writer was actually genuine in his/her opinion.  After I saw her name, I had doubts about what she had written immediately, but tried to give her the benefit of the doubt.  I figured that sooner or later, her Halloween costume would pop up on my newsfeed on Facebook.

Well, it did.  And it certainly isn't the sluttyish costume of the bunch, but I hardly call daisy dukes with a see through tank top (complete with bra half showing out of the shirt) conservative.

And I mean...if she really believed what she wrote, wouldn't she have covered up at least a little bit?
Oh well.  Since when do people actually do what they say anymore?

An Ode to a Grecian Urn...Named Samantha

Someone okay told me that I need to blog again. She/he brings up an important point.
 So here's what's going on:

• I hate college apps.
• I miss Emaline.
• Samantha misses Emaline.
• I like gym. I would take it again.
• My ear is itchy.
• Why don't I get more sleep?

Okay. That's enough for right now. We don't want to get crazy or anything. Now I get to nap. Cool beans. <3

A List.

I'm bored and I haven't blogged in a while.  So why not do something cliche?

So here's a list of things about me that you didn't know.  Well...some people might know some, but you get the idea.

• It's been a year since I spent a couple weeks in Japan.  I still refuse to eat Japanese food (we didn't get along well).
• I love baby carrots.  To the tune of eating 2lb. bags of them at once love.
• I lie about my middle name. 
• I need to start my QB summer work.
• I cannot properly go up stairs right now (field hockey).
• I've had my chest x-rayed seven times (because I've had pneumonia three times).
• My computer is broken.  So I'm hanging out at the library, like Samantha does.
• I left my mom's Tupperware container at Emaline's (I should get it.  Before, ya know, she MOVES)
• I don't know if I want to play field hockey this year.  But I think I might anyways.
• My decision making skills are terrible.
• I think it'd be awesome to do something creative for a job, all day, every (week) day.
• I'm tired.  I'm going to go crash now.

Hi, My Name is Luna and...

Dear God/Oprah/Deity,
I feel confused.  I'm not a big fan of this adolescence thing anymore.  Too many extreme emotions.  Can I skip the next year or so of raging hormones?  Thanks.
Love,
Luna