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y no updates in forever?>>?????? hows school? hockey? boys?
haha uh, i don’t know, i guess i just dont use this anymore cause im busy with hockey and boys… or maybe just hockey.
Martin St. Louis
I got this semicolon to celebrate the construction of written language. It’s placed on the back of my neck, separating mind and body—two independent (but closely related) “clauses.” Though realistically, one can’t survive without the other, figuratively, we often make decisions relying solely on logic (head), emotions (heart), or impulse (gut). But really, we function best when they all work together.
When people on the street ask, “Because I’m a nerd” will be an easier explanation.
It is in 200-pt Times New Roman and was done by Chico at Stingray Tattoo in Allston, MA. It’s my fourth (nerdy) tattoo.
and start blogging with substance somewhere. Hmm.
Jodi Picoult (Perfect Match)
I’m coming into this post as I would any other lengthy or nostalgic post, with sleep deprivation and introspection. Tomorrow is my last day of Ramsey High School. I don’t think it’s hit me yet, maybe it’s hitting me as I type. Maybe if I keep reciting those bittersweet nine words, it will become more real? I have grown a lot being in this little “Ramsey Bubble” for the past six years of my life. I could write a novel, but I’ll just give you the different aspects of my senior year.
The night before our senior year started, I anticipated it being a dud. We couldn’t even get a stupid prank right. I wouldn’t call it a dud, this year was extremely eventful. By the second day of school, I was crying over college already. The college deal obviously worked itself out, but those first few months were horrible. I cried more than ever, experienced the panic of not being able to afford college, and worked so hard that I got 4.2 for the first half of senior year. I pulled my GPA by more than .1, and even brought up my class rank by 10 spots. Once all of the college stressors were taken care of, well, the applications I mean, it was time to pick the place I’d be spending the next four years of my life. William Paterson gave me a full ride. Buffalo gave me all of the money I could’ve never asked for, and Grand Valley became the school of my dreams. I had to pick between these three places, which all had advantages. Grand Valley was my school. I got into the honors college and recruited by the hockey coach who told me I was his best incoming forward recruit. College decisions worked out. Then it came time to study for AP tests. I have never experienced anything near the hell that is studying for AP Biology. That textbook is 60 chapters long, and you need to be familiar with all of it. Did I mention I started studying while I was taking 2 college classes? oh, well yeah, i did that. Even the AP tests wore down though, I took both of the ones I had planned on, and I’m anticipating success. I got a 3.7 GPA for my college classes, and all of my academic stress depleted from there. So, that’s basically what happened to me academically. What else?
Socially? I started out the year on the wrong foot with my best friend. I use the term “best friend” not to suggest that she was my only best friend, because I have two (of the best friends you could ever hope for). However, I had so much resentment towards her for some problems that we encountered. I didn’t talk to her for the first month of school, give or take a few days. It took us a long time to get over our problems, and they came out again a few months ago when I cried and told her that she had been hurting me for a long time. Now, I can say that our friendship is back where it should be, and I love her. My other best friend, Caryn, has remained one of my only sources of stability in my life. I am promising myself and her that she will be in a church along side of me the day I get married (even though I swear I never will.). She is one of the most important people in my life, and while minor friendships finally deteriorated into the awkward acquaintances, ours just got more substantial.
What else can I talk about? Hockey was horrible. I quit a team for the first time in my life. I did reach some of my goals, scoring the most goals in the league while I played, and if all goes well, I am playing in college, but I didn’t grow at all, and I can’t stand that.
My love life? Not sure I’ve ever given a name to the boy who has occupied so much of my senior year. It’s Jeremy. I feel weird putting a name in any post involving him, but there it is. I met him in January over a game of open hockey and a gushing nosebleed. I liked him, he liked me, not always at the same time. He changed me as a person. I’m not sure I’m happy with it, but he did. I experienced some form of heart break from whatever we had, and even took him back after it. The funny part is I really thought he was that one guy that I’d never get over. Even last week, I was back to kissing him and cuddling with him after he’d treated me like crap for two months. Tonight I texted him for the first time in a little less than a week. I tried to feel the good stuff he made me feel, but it wasn’t there. It’s nice to be able to end the year off not wishing I had something with someone that clearly will never be the way I want.
I think that’s about all I can give you, my life wasn’t all that spectacular this year, it was just different. Maybe I’ll post more tomorrow, but this is good for now.
Goodnight Tumblr, Love the Class of 2011.
(Source: time2beiconic, via keeponrockininthefreeworld)
taking up an entire wall of my dorm room with this…