I'd like to make a request...

This is my plea to all of you readers out there. If you read one of my posts, could you please comment on it? It doesn't even have to pertain to what I've written, it can just be a "I read your post," and that's it. Or it could be "this post sucks," whatever, I don't really care. I'm just curious to see who is actually reading these things and whatnot. And if you don't have a blogger/gmail account, you can always just post on my facebook page. :) Thanks all!

"all things are delicately interconnected"

I told myself I wouldn't read any of the blogs with this same title until I had written one of my own. And I was getting rather impatient because several of you have written your blog and I really want to read them so here's mine:

High school is to me a slurpee and an old-fashioned Krispy Kreme donut from Common Cents, sitting in the open trunk of Jordan's jeep parked on the Indiana Jones hill, doing chemistry problems in Mrs. Snow's room at lunch, the smell of fake tan, rhinestone glue, and Aura lavender freezing hairspray, kissing cars with bright red lipstick, sitting at "the cool table", rebelling against "the cool table", and then sitting back at "the cool table" again. It's AP tests in the cafeteria, and dances in the gym, and sitting on the stairs signing yearbooks. It's mechanical pencils that slowly run out of lead and 10 cent notebooks that slowly fill up with notes. It's figuring out who you are and what you wanted out of life (nevermind the fact you would get to college and realize you were probably wrong about both). It's speaking French in Nate's car with Kim knowing he couldn't speak a word, scavenger hunting around the neighborhood sticking our toes in the canal and asking if we can borrow an elevator. It's sledding on Oak Canyon's hill, exchanging books (well, mostly just borrowing all of Alyssa's), perfecting the art of flipping a tube with Amanda in the wave pool at Seven Peaks without getting caught . It's scripture studies on select Sunday nights, and spring break in California, and choir tour in Chicago.

It ends with graduation, speaking, tears, shopping at IKEA for strainers and curtains, nothing sinking in until it's the day before Jody and Kim are leaving for Utah State, and you're sobbing-not just crying, you are gasping for breath and heaving trying to control yourself-on your porch because for the first time you realize that life is never going to be quite the same. High school is over. It's now just a delicate string of memories, a seemingly unconnected conglomeration of people, smells, and activities that are only significant to me. All things are delicately interconnected, if only in our minds.

Now if that wasn't emo enough for you...go listen to Green Day or something. :)
And PS, I love college. I'm not sitting here pining away for high school; I just miss the SA girls. beaucoup.

"But it was always strictly ballroom"

Why, oh why, can't every day be spent dancing in California?(Thanks to Nathan Cashion for the pic!)

I hope you appreciate the effort it took to write this blog. I'm currently wearing cat woman-like nails.

Last weekend I traveled to California with the tour team to go to the California Open. It was a much-needed break and self esteem booster. The weather was phenomenal compared to the weather back home. I wore shorts! Real-life shorts! And I swam in the ocean! (Granted, the water was freezing and my legs were numb, but still, it was amazing.) We played ultimate frisbee on the beach, went window shopping through all the little beach front stores, and had a hand dipped corndog and fresh lemonade...it was perfect. And I got to compete against the Russians finally, and I beat some of them! I made the youth latin final and got to be announced and walk down the red carpet to the dance floor. And I didn't even get last place either! Ahhhh it was so fun. And then we made the amateur standard final too, which was awesome seeing as we hadn't practiced standard at all that week. I got to watch Johnathan and Hazel dance. Oh my goodness, they were incredible. Their foxtrot was so effortless, and her shaping...ahhh...so beautiful. I am uber jealous. Anyway, I have lots more to stay on all of this, but I have to wake up far too early tomorrow for team, so I am ending this post now. :P

P.S. New Life Goal:
I'm going to live in California at least once, and also somewhere on the east coast.

I'm Only Ten

After a year of analyzing poetry in AP English, I realized that I actually kinda enjoy reading poetry and even -gasp- analyzing it. Here's a poem that we read in that class that I found particularly interesting and applicable...

Flash Cards

by Rita Dove

In math I was the whiz kid, keeper
of oranges and apples. What you don’t understand,
master, my father said; the faster
I answered, the faster they came.

I could see one bud on the teacher’s geranium,
one clear bee sputtering at the wet pane.
The tulip tree always dragged after heavy rain
so I tucked my head as my boots slapped home.

My father put up his feet after work
and relaxed with a highball and The Life of Lincoln.
After supper we drilled and I climbed the dark

before sleep, before a thin voice hissed
numbers as I spun on a wheel. I had to guess.
Ten, I kept saying, I’m only ten.

Ah, wasn't that good? Maybe I just like it because I know what it feels like to be pushed really hard academically, even if it's only myself that's doing the pushing.

Wuthering Heights

And after that horribly depressing post it would be nice to have a happy thought, so here's my current obsession list:

the timeless obsessions:
France
Ballroom
Gilmore Girls
Reading

recent obsessions:
Kate Nash
My jacket from ae
My new latin dress

PS 10 literature points for you if you know why the title of this blog is what it is

I'm Not Going to Write You a Love Song

You know what I realized, there are some things in life that you will never be able to do.
It kills me to think that because I have always been the type of person who deep down inside believes she can do anything. If I had wanted to get into Harvard, I could've done it. If I had truly wanted to make a youth final at Nationals, with enough practice and privates, I could've done it.

And then I realized that I will never be able to dance like some people. I have never had the opportunity to train for years with top coaches. I have never had the financial means to fly all over the world to compete and get lessons. And I never will. I realize that you don't have to be rich to become a great dancer or anything. But I realize that you have to put everything into it. If it's what you really want, that's all you do. And I can't figure out what I want out of my life, and I feel like I'm wasting my time going through the motions! If I could just pick that thing to pour all my energy and resources into....but I'm an indecisive pisces and I never know exactly what I want. I've just got all these vague ideas of grandeur and prestige, etc, etc.

Meh. That's all I have left to say.