Meandering Along

   We all have moments. All of us. It’s part of being a person. So unless you’re some google bot or yahoo bot or whatever, you’ve had a moment. But then, maybe even google bots have moments. Whatever. That’s not the point. The point is that I had a moment earlier during Physics. So far I find physics to be almost insultingly easy. I’m sure it won’t stay that way. I mean, I’ve only been back in school for a months. Gah! I keep getting away from my point. Okay, here it is. Today I realized that I am not an interesting person. Nope. I’m not even a different sort of person. I am a teenage girl. I love Facebook and eyeliner and chocolate and I’m very conscious of my weight. (Okay, that last part is really my mother’s fault. See, I lost a lot of weight over the summer. It royally freaked my mother out, and she’s been trying to put more weight back on me. Again, not the point.) This time a couple years ago, I would have sworn to have nothing to do with Facebook or eyeliner. Now I use Facebook more than any other website. (Yet somehow I manage to not be addicted.) I wear eyeliner all the time. I feel weird without it. (And okay, I might maybe kinda sorta like a little lip gloss too.) But see? I’m a teenage girl. I feel much less interesting. So normal. Okay, normal is a stretch for me. But still.

Not there’s anything uninteresting about teenage girls. I’ve just never found them to be terribly fascinating. No, I don’t really get along well with other teenagers, if that’s what you were wondering.

But even that is something that I’ve gotten much better at.

So there it is. I am a teenager girl.

Have I mentioned that I love to shop? That I love to get new clothes almost as much as I love to get new books? See, books are my first and true love and I would (almost) always pick them over clothes. Well, it depends on the book. I’d pick the new Attolia book over a new skirt, but I would most certainly get a new skirt over the sequel to The Host. Yes, my dears, you head my correctly. There is going to be a sequel to The Host. Hmm? You don’t think a sequel is necessary? Oh, I completely agree. *glares in Stephenie Meyer’s general direction * Ah, well. Whatever floats her boat, I suppose. Hehe. I am “chagrined” at there being a sequel.

My favorite author in the world is Megan Whalen Turner. My favorite book in the whole wide world is The Queen of Attolia. Just thought I’d get that out there.

Hmm, I think my next blog post will be some book recommendations and some non-recommendations. I’ve read quite a few winners and losers lately. I’m not saying losers to be mean. I’m just saying it as the opposite of winners.

Okay, I hear some banana bread and some fluffy historical fiction (Nicola and the Viscount.) calling my name.

Jess

   Some people should just come with a tagline. Some people. Not all people. I don’t know. Some people just don’t need a tagline because they’re relatively normal. Relatively normal don’t really need much of anything because, well, they’re relatively normal. I, however, am not relatively normal. Or even just normal.

I’m so far from normal.

So very, very far.

But I’m happy that way.

Anyhoo, so to all us crazies out there. We need taglines to display our abnormalness.

Example: “Do not disturb. Quite disturbed already.” (Thank you to Madison for that one.)

Or my other favorite tagline of mine…

“Hello. I see the assassins have failed.” (I have used this as a conversation opener with many people. My goal is to use it on a complete stranger one day.)

Okay, so maybe both of those were taken from pieces of flair on Facebook. But if you just type in “sarcasm” in the flair search bar, you can find all kinds of awesome flair that have sayings that can double as a tagline. (Yes, I do look at flair when I’m bored. Some of it is truly, truly clever.)

“Provoke my wrath, and my higher sense of sarcasm and general evilness shall provoke you.” (Death being the awesome narrator of The Book Thief, not the dorky dude from Keturah and Lord Death.)

…you’re gonna believe them.” ~ Fifteen, Taylor Swift

   Being homeschooled seriously has its perks. For example, I did a couple classes Friday morning and then went over to a friend’s house to work on a duet we’re doing together. (Tonight. We’re performing tonight. Eek!) Well, we rehearsed for a while, and then I ended up staying for lunch. It was such a nice day. (Although very hot and humid.) But somehow it was nicer than most summer days, so my friend and I hopped in his car with his guitar and went to the park. We just sat around drinking Slurpees and talking. Nothing too exciting. He started strumming his guitar eventually, and I recognized the chorus of Taylor Swift’s “Fifteen.” Since that’s my favorite Taylor Swift song, I just had to sing along.  We weren’t be loud or anything, but someone walking past us heard us. This person says, “That’s a depressing song.”

   Well…yeah. It’s sad. It’s real life though. Not everyone is walking around singing “Love Story.” Just sayin’.

   Ah, these crazy teenage years. I was thinking, ya know. (Yes, yes. Dangerous.) If you were to ask anyone out of their teens when they had their biggest regret, most would say it happened in high school. There’s something about those four years in high school (whether your homeschooled or not) that just seem to leave a huge impression. Those four years in high school seem to leave you with the best and worst memories. Eghad. I’ve got another year to make some more best and worst memories. What? I’m not so optimistic to thing that nothing undesirable will happen in this last year of high school.

   I’ve been writing lately. I’ve been writing a third draft of a certain novel. I’ve actually gotten somewhere with it, and I’m quite pleased with it so far. It’s drastically different in some areas. (Basically the whole plot.) But the same in others. (My main characters and their tumultous relationship with each other. I don’t think I could change that part. It wouldn’t be anything like the first two drafts otherwise.) Anyway, one of the characters is talking about life-defining moments and how they start happening at a very young age. It’s true, you know. I’m still very young. (I’m not 18 yet, therefore I am still very young. ) I’ve had several moments already in life (whether they be good or bad) that have changed who I am, what I want to do in life, etc. It’s really kind of amazing when you think about it. One day you’re going to wake up and something is going to happen, and it’s going to change a part of you. Kind of a scary thought. Life doesn’t make static characters of us. Dynamic. Life makes us dynamic.

Dear Sarah Dessen,

   Could you please write the rest of my life?

   Sincerely,

       Jess

P.S. Would you mind throwing a Wes in aforementioned life?

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No, reading Along for the Ride or reflecting on other Sarah Dessen books has not left any impression on me. I don’t know what you’re talking about.

   You’d think buying flip flops would be easy. By all that’s reasonable, it should be easy. I mean, let’s say you wanted to find a cute-ish, comfortable pair that would go with everything. Oh, but life isn’t easy, even when it comes to shoe shopping. It wasn’t so bad finding a cute-ish, comfortable pair that would go with everything. I did that within five minutes. So there I am with a darling pair of flip flops when I realized they weren’t in my size. Maybe I was attempting to flatter my size eight and a half feet by holding up a size six pair. There were a million pairs of these flip flops that I liked. There should have been at least one eight and half. But no. Not one to be seen. Then I realized something interesting about the sizes. There was small which was for sizes 5-6. There was medium for sizes 7-8. And there was large for sizes 9-10. Excuse me? What about us half sized people? Don’t we count for anything? I ended up with a medium. The large was way too big. The medium does well enough, I suppose. But seriously, who decided to ignore the half-sizes? There are a lot of us out there with half sizes.

So….

How many of ya’ll are a size and a half?

   In the break I took from blogging, I forgot a very important lesson. Sometimes people leave really ridiculous comments on your blog. Sometimes they are very vulgar. Almost always from people you don’t know. And, well, they require deletion. Do you know how many extremely offensive and vulgar comments I have deleted since my last two posts? Gah. Well, if people want to overreact, that’s their problem. It doesn’t bother me that people likeAdam Lambert. It shouldn’t bother them if I don’t like him. I mean, I am my own person. I am welcome to my likes and dislikes. This isn’t really a hard thing to learn… Ah, well. I’m just loving this warm welcome back to blogging by all those random people who have nothing better to do than leave nasty comments.

   I really do wish that I had something interesting to post about, but I’ve seriously got nothing. I am blanking here. I do not know what to blog about. I have zero ideas. Blogging used to be so much easier. I could had things to post about; the only problem was taking the time to write these posts out. Well, I should have enjoyed that while it lasted because I just don’t even have any ideas.

   I could write a book review. But I don’t really want to.

   I would love to be snarky, but I have nothing to be snarky about.

   Well, I cannot wait for June 27. On June 27th my older sister comes back from Spain. I am so excited. I miss her like crazy while she’s gone. I’ll have two days to catch up with her (and it won’t be nearly enough) and then I’m getting in a huge van with my youth group and we’re driving up to camp in North Carolina. It’s going to be about a 14 hour drive, but it should be fun. My youth group is totally awesome. I’ll be spending June 29th through July fourth there. I already know I am not going to want to come back home. I live in flat flat flat humid humid humid Florida. Do you think I’m going to want to come home after a week in the mountains. Okay, I will be totally excited to be back home because I’m not going to have internet access that week, and I…I like the internet. A lot lot lot.

Gah! I hate these blogging woes…

   I’m such a bad blogger these days. I seriously forget I even have a blog for days at a time. I’ll think that I really should post, but I have no idea what to post about. I am so uncreative these days. I admit that most of my thoughts tend toward daydreams of summer vacation which is oh so imminent for me. This summer is going to be good. It has to be. Last summer was actually rather horrid. And next summer is the summer before college. So this is my last chance for a carefree summer. I’m going to read and go to camp and go up north for a week or so. Those are the only plans I’m making. Those are plans that I like and don’t freak out when I think about them. Well, I do freak out about the camp part because I am so excited. Believe me, you guys are going to hate me so much the days just before I leave for camp. That’s all I’m going to be able to talk about.

   Okay, I find it rather pathetic that I was just talking about the fact that I have nothing to talk about. Because having nothing to talk about is indeed something to talk about. Did that make sense to you? It made sense in my head. Unfortunately that happens a lot. Something makes perfect sense in my head. When I actually say it, the other person is just all “Say what?”

   Anyhoo. This is my 209th post. That’s a lot of posts in my opinion. I know there’s people out there with like a million or whatever. But 209 is a pretty good number. I just now realized that I broke 200 posts too… Wow. I am totally special like that. Well, along with these 209 posts, I have 2, 201 approved comments. And that’s discounting all the ones I would have deleted from my writing page everytime I put something new up there.

   So, awesome people out there, when do you all start summer vacation? Anyone traveling? Oh, and is there anyone who doesn’t want summer to start?