The luckiest girl in the world

I have changed my whole outlook on life. To quote Good Charlotte, “I just wanna live,” and I don’t really care about the things that they say or what happens to me. I’m just going to live.

This week, I have been a busy bee. I watched The Great Mouse Detective, The Rescuers, The Rescuers Down Under, Fievel Goes West and some Darkwing Duck. A friend and I have been devouring Disney movies (Fievel is an exception – that was a movie I watched with my daddy) in preparation for our trip to Disney that is just around the corner. I couldn’t be more excited!

While I was eating cheeseburgers with two of my friends one day (and asking for more pickles!) and then bowling with them a few days later, I couldn’t help but think. I should probably stop thinking, but in this case, I’m glad I did. While I was retrieving the yellow ball I was using to bowl, I looked back at my two friends (one of them being my best) and smiled to myself. Four weeks ago, hanging out with anyone else could possibly have been considered a sin, but with everything over I am finally able to have fun with different people; something I have been itching to do.

Now, I have the sweetest boy I’ve ever met giving me the nicest hugs and whispering the cutest things in my ear. I don’t want a boyfriend any time soon, but it’s hard to ignore these things. I think I smell opportunity in the air, but I’m not quite sure yet. We need to hang out a few more times and see what happens.

I whine and bitch and moan and complain, but in reality, I’m the luckiest girl in the world. There are people in Uganda (my country!) and Haiti that would do anything to have what I do. I don’t intend to let what I have go to waste.

Procrastinate no more

All of my classmates are complaining about the Anthology that we got assigned. This massive project is homework for three months(?) and due in May for every sophomore class that passes through my high school. My oldest brother did it, my middle older brother did it, and my youngest older brother did it. It includes reading, analyzing, interpreting, and relating to pieces of literature that you as a reader and individual appreciate. For me? Easy as cake. For my classmates? It’s just another assignment that they can whine and stress over. I’m enjoying every minute of it.

The day it was assigned I went home, dug out my poetry books, and then proceeded to read every single poem in my Emily Dickinson book, my Romantic Poets book, and my Robert Frost book (again). I bought an Edgar Allan Poe (Major Tales and Poetry) novel, and got started on that as well. I made a checklist, and have been in deep thought about every work I want to add in ever since.

I have a good ten or eleven works done already (I have a system where I type in school, copy and paste it into a wordpress draft, and then copy and paste from the draft into a document on my computer – VOILA!) , and they are already compiled into sleeves in the order that I currently want them in and are settled into my draft binder. Just last night I stayed up until three in the AM working on a work that I suddenly had a brilliant idea on. It’s three pages long (and the minimum requirement per work is two paragraphs – hehe) and I am extremely proud of it.

My Anthology is going to be awesome. I can already feel it. I have my title, I know what’s going to go on my title page, I have my chapters named, and now all I have to do is fill in the gaps with¬† more works. I’m organized, I’ve been looking forward to this for six years, and I believe that I am better off than anyone in my class. Bring it on, Anthology.