January 2010
13 posts
who am I? i’ve been living with myself for almost 18 years now, and i still don’t know the answer. technically, there are 25 days until i become an adult, and what do i have to show for my life? for the 18 years i spent breathing and existing on planet earth? this page has been open in front of me for the past 20 minutes, and my fingers have been hovering over the keys, but i can’t think of...
My life is like some 90s sitcom, and I playing to role of the rebellious teenage daughter. I swear I saw what happened to me and Mason today on an episode of ‘Step By Step’. The parents always gotta walk in, its part of being a teenager.
is this really supposed to be the time of my life?
and twenty-five minutes of sleep later, i go to school. half my homework done, half my hair a mess, half-hearted at everything. oh boy senior year.
Senior Project
Question: How have advances made in the field of Cardiology in the past 20 years improved the quality of life for those living with Congenital Heart Defects?
Project: Compile a book of portraits that I take of Individuals. The portraits will be in black and white, except for a red heart painted somewhere on the subjects body, and each photo will be captioned with a fact or information about...
i’m so confused. really, i thought i was past being sad about this. you know what i think about pretty much every single day? that one friday at lunch, the last time we got a chance to eat lunch together. nick was lighting stuff on fire, and gordon wouldn’t leave us alone. remember that plan we made? almost executed, but not quite. i was also wearing those black leggings that you...
you know when you’re out to dinner with your family and its not as bad as you thought it would be, but the food is awful and you kind of have a headache and so all you want to do is go home and videochat to someone that you really miss, and its pretty much all you can think about, and then you finally get home and you start talking to that person, and it turns out they’re pretty out of...
i love you. like a whole fucking lot.
loving it here in Hawawii with the calabash family. but missing someone an incredible amount back home. i mean, i usually don’t really miss people when i go on trips, because i know i’ll just see them in a few days when i get back, so this is new. it feels funny. also, i got a new bracelet today.
