So I think blogging is one of the coolest things ever
because you get to talk about whatever you want for as long as you want to, and
people won’t get annoyed with you the way they will if you try that in real
life. They’ve always got the option to stop reading your blog. I mean, I guess
people could technically walk away from you if you decided to ramble about
whatever you wanted for a really long time, but that would be rude and might
not end very well.
I really hate it when a bunch of people try to talk at the
same time. Everyone just gets annoyed because no one can understand what anyone
else is saying. Plus, that usually happens when we’re working on a group
project or something, and it’s pretty much impossible to be happy during a
group project unless you really, really love your group members. And even then
it’s a struggle.
I don’t eat unmelted cheese. Is that weird? Yeah, that’s
pretty weird. Seriously though, there’s something about melting cheese that
makes it taste better. It’s like magic.
I always find it really funny that people call the week
before finals Dead Week, because it’s usually one of the most stressful weeks
of the year.
So I just finished writing a kids’ book about
thermoregulation for AP Bio. It rhymed. Seriously, how do you rhyme with
vasoconstriction?
I get really sad when I shop online because there’s so much
cool stuff out there and I’m never going to convince myself to buy it all
because honestly, no one needs fifteen different kinds of black ink pens.
Waiting in line is supposed to be frustrating because it’s
time that you could spend doing something actually productive, but I kind of
like it. No one expects you to do anything or to be profound or to analyze
poetry; you can just people-watch or look at food or something like that.
People-watching is really fun, even though that sounds a little creepy. You can
make up stories about them, like Tim O’Brien did in The Things They Carried. Although, I guess the guy that he made up
a story about was dead. Same idea, though.
I love photography so much. Nobody questions a person with a
big black camera. They just kind of assume “Oh, they’re supposed to be
wandering around taking pictures!” and let you get on with your thing. At
least, that’s what I always assume when I see a photographer.
High heels are really cool. They’re like free height. And
honestly, walking in them isn’t that great, but you probably shouldn’t be
wearing heels if you’re going to have to walk a lot. Unless you’re one of those
people who’s really good at walking in heels. I’m jealous of you.
I feel like everyone’s
got an inner hipster somewhere. I mean, people spend their entire lives trying
to stand out from the crowd—school, college applications, job interviews, and
the like all require you to be unique and memorable. Everyone loves being
remembered. And similarly, everyone loves being the first person to introduce a
trend. That just makes you feel like a winner. Everyone loves feeling like a
winner. (Seriously though. “I listened to Imagine Dragons before they were
cool!” That’s always a nice feeling. Although, I guess “I listen to
Brokenhearted Narwhals, so I’m cool” is a slightly different sentiment. The
coolness comes from the obscurity, instead of the fame.)
I hate wearing sunscreen, but I’d hate getting skin cancer
even more.
I have a weird fascination with Sharpies. I think it’s
because my mom wouldn’t let me use them when I was a kid because she was afraid
I’d draw on the walls or something, so now every time I use a Sharpie it’s like
letting my inner five-year-old loose again.
In thirteen years, I’m going to be thirty. I feel like “old”
is always a code for “older than I am right now.” I definitely remember being
eight or nine years old and thinking that Liesl from Sound of Music was really, really old. But now I’m realizing that
she was younger than I was—not that old at all.
The best part about Spanish class is speaking Spanish. Do
you ever wish that you could wake up and be fluent in another language? I would
love that so much. I guess that would make learning a foreign language less
special, though, because everyone would be able to speak every language and we
wouldn’t even need to have the thousands of languages that currently exist. We
could have one language that everyone would speak, and you wouldn’t have to
worry about accidentally insulting someone while stumbling through your limited
vocabulary in an attempt to find the nearest ATM while on vacation in Greece.
Wouldn’t that be boring?
Writing is really just stringing words together in
sentences; sometimes you use different words and different lengths of sentences,
but that’s about it. The entire English language is just a bunch of letters
thrown together in different combinations, but all those combinations are so
beautiful and so unique that it’s kind of ridiculous.
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