Clair de Lune.

Sometimes, I really wish I could play the piano. I have always been a big fan of classical music, in fact I am a fan of all things old, things that seem forgotten by others. And sometimes, I hear something that really moves me, and I wish desperately that I could walk over to the piano and play it, and that something beautiful would come out. I feel that being able to play that song would be wonderfully soothing. And no, I did not hear Claire de Lune from Twilight, I feel that even associating something so perfect with a joke like Twilight is a sin. No, I heard this watching an English film called "I Capture the Castle". I believe that most people would turn it off in the first five minutes, because it is not fast paced, something that we as Americans have grown addicted to, but I immediately loved it. It reminds me of Pride and Prejudice, one of my all time favorites and I could identify with it completely, and when the song came on, it was so perfect and I wanted to cry. I wanted to cry for the sheer intensity of the moment, cry for people that will never experience that feeling, cry for not being able to produce something like that. Yes, I am quite a dork and completely dramatic but I do believe that I would have it no other way. I believe the people that feel with their entire essence are able to see life in a way that others cannot. And if you immediately do not understand what I am trying to express then sadly, you may not be one of those people. I feel that I would like to surround myself with others that would have the same reaction I did to this song, people that would understand. I also feel that some cruel joke has been played on me, to quote Pride and Prejudice, "I should have been a great proficient if I had ever learned". I truly am an artist, and I stopped that from ever coming to fruition. I want at this minute nothing more than to change that.

Stress.

A year ago, if you had of asked me if I ever got stressed out I would have asked you to define that word, as it was foreign to me. I am still in a quite laid back mindset, but as I grow older I find that my mind is getting more and more jumbled, I do believe that I have hit puberty five years late. I have been increasingly emotional and worried about the little things that seem to always pile up, which ultimately becomes a downer. What doesn't help is the increasing demand our school system puts on us teens. Don't get me wrong, I believe that we have one of the best educational systems around, but it seems that every teacher is under the impression that their class is the only one that you are enrolled in, FALSE. Most teachers have lost a sense of empathy and stand by their strict regime no matter the emotional stress it causes to the youth. I know that this is not all intentional and that they are trying to "prepare us for the real world" but sometimes it can just get to be too much! As for myself I also have danceline which takes up every other spare ounce of time and adds additional stress. WOW.

On a happier note, I seem to be finding everything funny. Today, my AP Psychology teacher quite seriously read a story/ epic poem about some man who did something... but all I remember is this that he practically wrote a novel about the things his brain could remember, my favorite being "the face of his wife...when she was younger". I could not stop laughing and was consequently shushed and given the evil eye by my teacher! I am sorry but my juvenile sense of humor found that to be the most comical thing on this planet! Another high note of my day was that I was told by someone that I view as gorgeous that "you are so pretty... its just not fair, I am so jealous of you." I know that its vain or whatever but blah blah blah, when someone seriously tells you something like that it makes you happy. No matter how beautiful a person may be they will always be insecure and need constant reassurance. For me, looks are not that important for friends or a boyfriend. And I know that everyone says that they don't care about looks, they just want someone that will make them smile, but that is a load of crap. Most people that live here will always date a(n) average or above average looking white male. Its just a fact of Southern life that there are not many interracial couples, and I do not just mean whites with blacks. Most high school girls refuse to date Asians, Mexicans, Spanish, Indian, Arabian and any other ethnic group that does not have ties to Europe. However, one to always defy the norm, I openly admit that I harbor the greatest infatuation with Asians, it has become something that all of my friends accept and realize about me. I find almost every asian extremely appealing, no lie.

Shout out to Mallory Bishop for making me smile and liking my blog :D!

The End.

let's get it on.

So, my current obsession is Marvin Gaye. Indeed, I have listened to "Let's Get It On" at least 6858638985729836592 times. I mean who doesn't love that song? It makes me feel all happy and fuzzy and then I just want to dance! A lot of people claim to not like songs from that era, but hey, "Let's Get It On" is so much more seductive than a rap song from today, its just fact. If you were trying to get to me, it would be so much smarter to play that then some song by Lil Wayne. Don't get me wrong, he's great too, but just not up to caliber with Mr. Gaye. In fact, for me everything in the past seems to be a million times more real, fun and sensual than things today. Today, a "sexy" girl is a stripper that is taking her top off, then, Marilyn Monroe could have a man on his knees spouting poetry with a single look. I mean, I believe in looking to the future and all, but I think we can take a good lesson from our predecessors.

hey, lets get it on.

Worst Blogger Ever.

I have decided that I ultimately fail as a blogger. Yesterday I was so irked by my family that I immediately pulled out my phone, and started a rant blog; however, my short attention span led me five minutes later to eating a strawberry icecream bar and watching a movie about a cooking rat. So I will have to make due with this short, abbreviated post about how my family makes me insane. First of all, I always seem to be the one who gets singled out for a lecture, my brother Harrison calls me the "Meg" of the family (Family Guy reference). For instance, I am the only one out of my three siblings who has even begun my summer work; however, my parents have decided that I am the problem child and that I have not taken the initiative to do anything with my summer work. HELLO? How does that even make sense to a sane person, as the only one who had even done anything in regards to summer work, shouldn't I be praised for doing SOMETHING, instead of following my two lazy siblings examples and not even knowing what books I have to read? No, instead my mother prints off a calendar and fills it with comments such as "July 25, and I still have NOTHING DONE???". Thanks Mom. Now off of that particular rant and onto another, my mother and sister seem to think that I am a giant wooly mammoth. My sister is always convinced that if I wear her clothing I am going to "stretch it out", newsflash honey, WE ARE BOTH A SIZE SMALL. She seems convinced that I am too large to share anything with her, even though she buys size small clothes (she really needs and XS) and I happen to be a size small. Then she runs to mother and cries about it and I am forced to change. It's ridiculous and it just proves to me how immature she can be. At one point she will have to realize that even though she might have insanely long legs and the abs of a young body builder that I have have redeeming qualities myself, such as boobs and a smaller waist than her. These run ins with the female part of my family just pissed me off to no bounds so when my mom jumped at me for changing into "another one of Olivia's coverups" I went off about the fact that this particular coverup is mine and that it was a SMALL. I ended this particular disagreement with "I PRAY YOU COME AT ME." I forget that my mother does not follow the Jersey Shore and does not understand me and my best buddie Leon's sense of humor. Thus, she immediately DID come at me with the rope she had in her had that had a metal ball on the end. Needless to say I got backhanded across the face with this rope contraption because she had it in her head that I was "backtalking" her. Now to a happier note, I have discovered quite a few more people that read my blogs; consequently, I have more people asking me "why don't I have a blog dedicated to me???", and as much as I would like to I can not write a post for everyone. Frankly, I would just post a blog with a list of names of people that I would blog about but then people will ultimately be pissed at me because "I don't love them". Drama does not make sense to me. However I will do my best to include comments concerning people that influence my life, so if you hang out with me a lot then you are more likely to appear in a blog post. The End.

Life Lesson: When your family pisses you off throw things that make them insecure in their face, (never growing boobs) and then blame it on PMS.
JK, that doesn't actually work...

IN HONOR OF SHANNA LIU :)

So I just realized I have been extemely bad about blogging! And I realized that people might actually read this... LOL! Shanna Liu is one of those people that stalk my life, just kidding. However, she did give me a good idea for blogging! I recently got to see a friend who moved to New York two years ago. I never actually talked to him until he left, the reason for this being that I had the hugest crush on him and it will come to no surprise to most of you that he is asian. HAH. Well I was told by him that I was his favorite person at that point when I started talking to him, and was then told that I am very "aggressive and have a dominating personality, which some guys really like". HAHAHA. I realize that is true; however, I guess I never really considered myself those until I was told! Shanna also enlightened to me the fact that it sounded rather kinky. :P. Along with a new vocabulary lesson on New York slang (bagged, let's bounce) I was able to actually meet someone that I had a middle school crush on! Well, now I am rambling.

THE END.

I guess the lesson is to be aggressive and dominating... LOL

PUMPED FOR JESUS!

So I just returned from a very eventful week at this awesome Christian camp called MFUGE (Mission Fuge). I had the most eye opening experience and met so many cool people curtesy of the game that me and two of my friends, William and Mac started. We started randomly walking up to groups of people and just getting in on their conversations so we then decided to try and talk to every single camper (around 1,500), safe to say we did not succeed but we did meet some really cool and sometimes extremely ATTRACTIVE people :D. But cute boys is not the reason I go to these camps. When you get there you not only get to go into the community (This year I was in social track and spend a lot of time with old people, next year I want games and rec!) and do some really cool evangalism. The vibe there is so cool and I wish I could bottle it up and take it home :). I only hope that I can try and keep being a good person! On another note, I am extremely excited about kickboxing! It is my new love, and I am so sad that I am missing the class!!!! So I guess I should go run some...

BLAH.

Obsessions.

When I love something, I tend to REALLY love something. For example, at this moment I am painstakingly waiting until 7 o'clock for the new Glee and So You Think You Can Dance (SYTYCD) episodes to come on. Its rather unhealthy how much I can stalk something. I am just fortunate that I never really get people obsessions, like those psycho chicks that stalk a guy and then beat up his girlfriend and try to kill him because "I LOVE YOU". Ya, thats extreme and I stay away from that and those types of people. Instead I become obsessed with wanting to be friends with people. You know when you meet someone and you just say to yourself "Wow, this person is so unbelieveably cool, they are funny and beautiful and I want to be around them", well I do all the time. Making friends should be easy, but the people we sometimes want to be friends with intimidate us and we don't show them the real us. Don't be intimidated.

Dreams.

Well, we have just said farewell to my older brother who is going with a friend to the beach. We went to the friends house to pick up my younger brothers and lets just say, it is a castle. And now you are probably thinking "What an exaggeration", well its not, there is ever a turret. The house is so large that they have wings of the house, and to me its heaven. It looks like it could be in an English story book, right along with Pride and Prejudice. I want it. For now all I can do is dream of greater things and the adventures I will take.

Crazed Cleaning

Whoa, summer time has made me lazy on the bloggage :P. Well, its that time of year again, where everyone get ridiculously tan and thus ridiculously good looking. However, my days at the lake, floating on the boat, reading a historical fiction and sipping a non alcoholic frozen beverage have been put to a hold. Once a year, the chaos that we live in drives one of my parents mad and they go on this giant cleaning spree. This time it was my father. He called us in one by one and told us that there would be no TV, computer's or hanging out with friends until "this house passed my inspection". Well, that sure puts a downpour on my sunny day. I mean, believe me, I like it when the house is clean, but with five kids thats hardly likely to stay that way! So for now we have been put on the Nazi clean up. One thing I don't think my parents are catching onto about why our house stays so messy is the hoarding that they unconsciencely do. I mean the mess can never really go away if we have lipstick from 1991 clogging up the makeup drawer? They tell me that I throw away too much but I mean, really? What use are we going to have for a broken, mangled, makeup stained emory board when we have 27 perfectly good ones? Its the trashy little things that we keep that are taking up space, and until we get rid of it we will just keep pushing around stacks forever. My song for today is Philosophy by Ben Folds Five.

The last day evverrrr!!

So, today was the last real day of school! Hooray! However, I have exams for the next three days :(. Once I get through with that then summer is here! This year has truly been torture, chemistry and geometry have been my WORST ever! I have my AP U.S. History exam tomorrow (APUSH) then, I have my chemistry and english exams on wednesday followed by my latin and math exams and then I am done!!!!!! YAYYYYY :D

Last

Gloomy weather affects the best of us.

Summer in the heart of Alabama. I know what you're thinking, "oh, how lovely, I bet it is extremely warm with a nice summer breeze flowing through the air, making it a perfect day". WRONG. This has been the rainiest year I have ever known. This year during football season, the Rockettes (my danceline at school) were made to dance through the downpour, slip on the muddy field and live with mildewy smelling flags. Man, I guess I must sincerely love to dance to have put up with all of that nonsense. Now, on the verge of summer, instead of a lovely day it rather looks like the end of the world is coming. This type of weather tends to make me a rather downcast, unsociable person.

Hope to God you catch me on a sunny day.

Blogging?

Well, as this is my first ever blog post, I would like to make it somehow comical or witty but alas those things are unlikely to occur as this week marks the end of life as every high-schooler knows it. EXAMS. Yes, the very word should cause any redblooded American who has somehow come out of high school unscathed to shudder. I am quite perturbed that I am spending my time making this blog when I should be acquainting myself with the materials that will likely be sucking my soul out in the ensuing days; however, I tend to find I am quite the procrastinator. For a self proclaimed nerd such as myself I find this extremely perplexing.... I guess I am a more picky nerd then others. I would rather dramatically (and quite poetically might I add) throw myself off an extremely high cliff in England (preferably the one Keira Knightly stood on in Pride and Prejudice) than spend an inkling of my time working out a math or far more horrifying, chemistry problem. However, I would be quite content to stay in my hovel of a corner reading countless books and creeping out of my spot only when food and water became imperative to my continued life. Oh, the smell of a book. For some, it brings along the dread of opening a school book that you are forced to read; indeed, most of my peers would rather die instead of reading. I find the aroma of books to be quite soothing, especially the great ancient ones which you know must have had countless hands hold them and experienced the live's of countless people. Yes, these books with a story must be the best. Every time I take my copy of Pride and Prejudice in my hands (obtained from the Jane Austen House in Bath, England) I feel a smile start to creep up onto my face, as I start to imagine wildly unlikely stories that tend to express my girlish fantasies. Oh, how cruel to have been born decades, perhaps centuries too early. To have lived in the 1940's or to have been in England when Jane Austen lived... I might have died with happiness. I like to imagine being a young girl then, of proper marrying age and having the most intensely handsome stranger enter my life, and sweeping me off my feet and pursuing the most proper of courtships ending with marriage and happily ever after. Of course, there must be some protest, maybe my father disapproves or there is another suitor making problems but the happiness must always shine through. I always tend to skip the possibility of sadness in my dreams of an impossible life. One can always hope, though. Sadly, I will have to continue dreaming of the possibilities of a more ancient life. I must be content with the cards I have been dealt. I find this increasingly easier to do as I grow older and am able to experience more of the world. Having been all over Italy (the land of my forefathers) and most recently, England, I find that globe-trotting suits me. I am perfectly happy to just explore cities that have had a glimpse of the past, and the interesting character's that I meet along the way make me even more content where I am. Indeed, the possibilities are endless for a hopeless dreamer and romantic like myself.

Until next time, Valeo amicus.