Monday, August 8, 2011

8.8.11





My sister and I had quite a good afternoon today. 
We spent the early day at the mall shopping for little things
then we spent hours in Barnes and Nobel 
looking at poetry, sipping our frappuccinos.

I bought two poetry books by Robert Frost and Sylvia Plath.
Erin bought a leather bound journal.
I love the bookstore.
I love Starbucks.
I want autumn.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Step inside...

Caution: you are about to enter the mind of a slightly neurotic teenage girl who's been through her version of hell and back.

But hey... let's throw caution to the wind.


That's me. I don't want to say I'm "not your average 17 year old" because I'm sure you hear that all the time from secretly insecure social butterflies or trumpet playing late bloomers. But I don't think I'm quite what you would expect. You probably wouldn't be surprised if I said I would rather stay home than go to a football game or prom. Or that I hate waking up every morning to the sound of the alarm, knowing that the only thing ahead of me that day is 6 hours surrounded by people, who the majority of which I can't stand. But trust me, I got a few things that I think you'd be surprised to hear.
Now now now, I can't go sharing like this is kindergarten all over again. A girl's got to keep a few things bottled up until the right time. You heard what happened to Pandora.