I recently bought a beautiful new pair of cowboy boots. I love boots. I have so many different kind of boots. My number of boots outnumbers the other types of shoes I have. And I have recently noticed that I have a lot of shoes... Not being very girly, I find this to be a disappointment to myself, but also being somewhat of a hoarder, I cant get rid of them, because I might need them later.
In light of my recent boot purchase, I have come to the realization that there are stages to buying boots starting at purchase and ending a few weeks to a month or more after buying them. See, for those that don't know, cowboy boots are more than just shoes.
They're boots.
No, really, they're something special. I still have my old pair of boots that I bought five years ago and they're still alive and kicking (pun fully intended. And I do kick with them, because those heels can be deadly). They're the shoes I wear when my feet are tired of wearing any other shoes. The only equally reliable shoes I have are my nice flip flops that are super squishy and comfy. But what if it's wet outside? And you can't exactly wear flip flops when there's snow on the ground. Or even if it's too cold, especially me. My feet get cold easily. So what is the solution?
Boots. Obviously.
So when you buy a new pair, it's like you're giving up on your old pair. You're leaving it behind and saying, "I have something prettier to wear with my dresses." Of course I still wear them, but I have a new pair.
So enough of this, here are the five stages of boot buying:
1: You find the pair you want: I found a pair that I loved, and since I had an old pair that still worked already, I could buy this fancy new pair without worrying about what I'd wear riding and doing anything that would get them dirty. Now boots are expensive, so I had to wait a while before I could buy them.
2: Purchase: You're so happy you just bought new boots! It's time to go home and wear them. They're so nice and shiny! And they're going to look great with everything. Everything.
3: Wait/Buyer's Guilt: The time when this happens depends on where you buy your boots. Maybe you get them in the store. You have instant gratification, know they fit just right, and can even wear them out (I would recommend this). But I bought mine online, so I had to wait a few days. Meanwhile, you're sitting there thinking, "They were so expensive. Do I really need a new pair of boots? what if I don't like them when they come? What if they're the wrong size? what have I done?"
4: Pain: Boots are made tough. They aren't made out of that sissy soft leather that cheap jackets and knee high girl boots are made out of, these guys are made tough. Thick and hard... so very hard. The first few times you wear them, they'll squish your toes, stab into you at the ankles, and you'll hate them. "Why did I get these? There's no way my last pair felt like this. They're so comfy, like putting on a tough sock! These ones are like putting on a tough box of nails..." You walk funny. "Why am I walking like this? Did I walk like this my whole life? Why so much pain??"
5: Not So Bad After All: Fortunately, leather softens with use. It's stretches with your toes. This stage may take longer depending on how much you wear your boots. But even with my last pair, I think it was almost a month of regular wear before they felt perfect. But now you love your boots, you're glad you bought them, and they feel like a tough sock! Time to go do everything in them... except get them dirty. They're the new boots after all.
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Friday, April 4, 2014
The Good Die Young
Someone I know died in a car crash the other night.
there's no real good way to start this kind of post, so I'm just going to be blunt. I like blunt. There's no room for interpretation that way.
The strange thing is, I didn't really know him that well. Three years ago I went to a friend's ranch in Wyoming to visit for a month. They have three kids all younger than me who I am friends with.This was the third time I had done this. It was sort of a vacation/friends visit, and was always a whole lot of fun. Even though I was up early and working every day, it was the most fun work I could do. Riding horses, chasing cows, getting muddy... Who wouldn't love that? Stupid people, that's who.
Just kidding. I'm sure riding might not be your thing, but mud is fun stuff. In fact, it's spring. Grab some old clothes, go outside, and just get covered.
I mean covered.
Anyway, that year they had an intern. His name was Shane Grove, and he was a couple years older than me. I think he was 22. I had a lot of fun with my friends that summer, and I also had a lot of fun with Shane. One day Shane, the oldest girl (Clara) and I all went up on the mountain together to find cows. Clara and I made sandwiches and we stopped at one point to eat them. At one point we found a huge rattlesnake and killed it. I threw a big rock at it and it ended up landing closer to Shane than the snake. he shot it with a .22 handgun which was a lot more useful than the rock. It was a really fun day.
During that month I went to a branding, a party at another ranch, and all kinds of other things. Clara and I hung out and had fun, and we picked on Shane a lot. One day when he was out working, we took his horse (who was a male) and braided his mane. As soon as he drove down the driveway we started giggling and couldn't stop. He didn't know why. He went to check his horse and we stood by the house watching from a distance. We saw him walk up to his horse, pet him, look at the horse's mane, then he just shook his head. He pulled out his phone and took a picture of it, then came back to the house where everyone was on the porch and said, "someone attacked my horse." Of course he knew who it was. We weren't so good at hiding it.
Shane was really great and knew a lot about horses, roping, and general cowboy stuff. he loved his horse and animals in general and was really nice and fun to be around. When I left he was going out to work and left before us. I didn't really say goodbye, he knew I was leaving and he had work to do. I didn't think I would see him again, maybe he would happen to visit the ranch when I was also visiting, but that was unlikely to happen.
But I never thought he'd just be gone.
We are friends on Facebook and I always see pictures and statuses he posts. I never really talk to him, and I think I may have liked a picture or two and maybe commented once in the three years since my visit. We didn't really know each other that well, and I'm shy and never felt comfortable messaging him or anything. I mostly just looked at hunting and work pictures he posted. He was a firefighter and had dogs and a horse. He hunted and I think snowboarded. I really didn't know him that well.
Which is why I'm surprised I was so upset. I'm not a very emotional person when it comes to death unless it's someone I really know. I see people's friends dying on facebook and it makes me sad, but I don't really think much of it. I either didn't know those people or knew their name and not much else about them. But when I was looking through Facebook today and I saw someone (I'm assuming his mom, maybe his sister. I don't even know) tag him in a picture and saw comments saying things like, "sorry for your loss", I was sad. at first I thought, "what? Oh. Well that sucks." Then it hit me.
Shane died.
Is it possibly that someone I only talked to for a month, then barely ever again, could impact me that much? That even though I barely know him now, I'm this upset?
I guess so. I guess I didn't realize until now how great that summer was, how many amazing memories I have, and how sad it makes me that his family and friends don't have him anymore.
There are so many people that love him. My news feed on Facebook is filled with people tagging him and posting pictures and memories. He was a really good person who everyone he was around really cared about, even if they didn't know him that much.
And now I'm regretting not saying goodbye. It's sort of ridiculous, I think. It wasn't a big deal at the time that I was probably never going to see him again, but now I will for sure never see him again. There won't be any pictures on Facebook, any comments, nothing. He's just wiped out of everyone's lives. Which I guess is what happens when everyone dies, but it's such a strange and surreal thought.
When I first saw the picture this morning, I thought, "maybe I should message him. Maybe I should actually talk to him." I didn't realize right away what the picture was. It was just another hunting picture of him, and I didn't understand the caption at the time. But then I realized what it meant.
Now there's no maybe. I can't and I will never speak to him again. I don't have a choice. I don't have any shyness holding me back. I literally cannot speak to Shane ever again.
Why didn't I just say hi once? Three years and I said nothing. We might as well have not been Facebook friends. I didn't say anything and now I never will.
So I'm not going to be shy anymore. It's kind of a big step for me to take, as I've never been very extroverted. But I'm not just going to ignore people because I'm afraid they'll think I'm weird, or I'll say the wrong thing, or be awkward. I have been so awkward to people that are now my best friends.
Awkward happens. It's the people that are still with you after that stage that are real friends. And since I was afraid of awkward, friends won't ever happen.
So if you're a facebook friend reading this and I never talk to you, you might expect a message from me. And if I don't, and you've ever thought about talking to me but didn't, do it. Don't hesitate, just message me. Please. We might become friends. But if we never do, we may never get the chance.
So be awkward, make friends, and who cares if they think you're strange? I'm strange. I know I am. But why act like I'm not or be afraid of it? I'm just going to be as strange as I want and if you like it then we can be friends. But I don't want to miss out on someone who might be a really great person.
I don't think I can do that again.
there's no real good way to start this kind of post, so I'm just going to be blunt. I like blunt. There's no room for interpretation that way.
The strange thing is, I didn't really know him that well. Three years ago I went to a friend's ranch in Wyoming to visit for a month. They have three kids all younger than me who I am friends with.This was the third time I had done this. It was sort of a vacation/friends visit, and was always a whole lot of fun. Even though I was up early and working every day, it was the most fun work I could do. Riding horses, chasing cows, getting muddy... Who wouldn't love that? Stupid people, that's who.
Just kidding. I'm sure riding might not be your thing, but mud is fun stuff. In fact, it's spring. Grab some old clothes, go outside, and just get covered.
I mean covered.
Anyway, that year they had an intern. His name was Shane Grove, and he was a couple years older than me. I think he was 22. I had a lot of fun with my friends that summer, and I also had a lot of fun with Shane. One day Shane, the oldest girl (Clara) and I all went up on the mountain together to find cows. Clara and I made sandwiches and we stopped at one point to eat them. At one point we found a huge rattlesnake and killed it. I threw a big rock at it and it ended up landing closer to Shane than the snake. he shot it with a .22 handgun which was a lot more useful than the rock. It was a really fun day.
During that month I went to a branding, a party at another ranch, and all kinds of other things. Clara and I hung out and had fun, and we picked on Shane a lot. One day when he was out working, we took his horse (who was a male) and braided his mane. As soon as he drove down the driveway we started giggling and couldn't stop. He didn't know why. He went to check his horse and we stood by the house watching from a distance. We saw him walk up to his horse, pet him, look at the horse's mane, then he just shook his head. He pulled out his phone and took a picture of it, then came back to the house where everyone was on the porch and said, "someone attacked my horse." Of course he knew who it was. We weren't so good at hiding it.
Shane was really great and knew a lot about horses, roping, and general cowboy stuff. he loved his horse and animals in general and was really nice and fun to be around. When I left he was going out to work and left before us. I didn't really say goodbye, he knew I was leaving and he had work to do. I didn't think I would see him again, maybe he would happen to visit the ranch when I was also visiting, but that was unlikely to happen.
But I never thought he'd just be gone.
We are friends on Facebook and I always see pictures and statuses he posts. I never really talk to him, and I think I may have liked a picture or two and maybe commented once in the three years since my visit. We didn't really know each other that well, and I'm shy and never felt comfortable messaging him or anything. I mostly just looked at hunting and work pictures he posted. He was a firefighter and had dogs and a horse. He hunted and I think snowboarded. I really didn't know him that well.
Which is why I'm surprised I was so upset. I'm not a very emotional person when it comes to death unless it's someone I really know. I see people's friends dying on facebook and it makes me sad, but I don't really think much of it. I either didn't know those people or knew their name and not much else about them. But when I was looking through Facebook today and I saw someone (I'm assuming his mom, maybe his sister. I don't even know) tag him in a picture and saw comments saying things like, "sorry for your loss", I was sad. at first I thought, "what? Oh. Well that sucks." Then it hit me.
Shane died.
Is it possibly that someone I only talked to for a month, then barely ever again, could impact me that much? That even though I barely know him now, I'm this upset?
I guess so. I guess I didn't realize until now how great that summer was, how many amazing memories I have, and how sad it makes me that his family and friends don't have him anymore.
There are so many people that love him. My news feed on Facebook is filled with people tagging him and posting pictures and memories. He was a really good person who everyone he was around really cared about, even if they didn't know him that much.
And now I'm regretting not saying goodbye. It's sort of ridiculous, I think. It wasn't a big deal at the time that I was probably never going to see him again, but now I will for sure never see him again. There won't be any pictures on Facebook, any comments, nothing. He's just wiped out of everyone's lives. Which I guess is what happens when everyone dies, but it's such a strange and surreal thought.
When I first saw the picture this morning, I thought, "maybe I should message him. Maybe I should actually talk to him." I didn't realize right away what the picture was. It was just another hunting picture of him, and I didn't understand the caption at the time. But then I realized what it meant.
Now there's no maybe. I can't and I will never speak to him again. I don't have a choice. I don't have any shyness holding me back. I literally cannot speak to Shane ever again.
Why didn't I just say hi once? Three years and I said nothing. We might as well have not been Facebook friends. I didn't say anything and now I never will.
So I'm not going to be shy anymore. It's kind of a big step for me to take, as I've never been very extroverted. But I'm not just going to ignore people because I'm afraid they'll think I'm weird, or I'll say the wrong thing, or be awkward. I have been so awkward to people that are now my best friends.
Awkward happens. It's the people that are still with you after that stage that are real friends. And since I was afraid of awkward, friends won't ever happen.
So if you're a facebook friend reading this and I never talk to you, you might expect a message from me. And if I don't, and you've ever thought about talking to me but didn't, do it. Don't hesitate, just message me. Please. We might become friends. But if we never do, we may never get the chance.
So be awkward, make friends, and who cares if they think you're strange? I'm strange. I know I am. But why act like I'm not or be afraid of it? I'm just going to be as strange as I want and if you like it then we can be friends. But I don't want to miss out on someone who might be a really great person.
I don't think I can do that again.
Thursday, March 6, 2014
Frozen Is About Relationships
In between work, class, and all my other crazy life things, I was able to take off a day and spend it with my boyfriend for my birthday which was also Valentine's day but not really. Let me explain:
My birthday is the 13th, the day before, and since that puts a lot of pressure on a significant other to do nice things double time, we sort of combine them. But since it was the 15th it wasn't technically either. so I got nice presents including a massive box of chocolates that he tried to trick me into thinking was a gun (the chocolates are delicious, but I would have preferred a gun. Maybe one that shoots chocolate?). But he was also nice enough to come see Frozen with me, which I was more excited about than him. But he seemed to like it besides there being too much singing. I'll be honest, there were a few songs I didn't like that were kind of dumb, but sometimes that happens in a Disney movie.
The point of this post is, everyone is wrong about Frozen. There's a lot of feminist articles and posts about how it's all about the girls saving everyone instead of the big strong men, but really, that's not what it's about at all.
(By the way, I'm going to use some inside jokes from the movie and maybe a few minor spoilers, but for the most part I try my best not to ruin it for those who haven't seen it. Really, you shouldjust go see the movie because it's amazing.)
A lot of the focus is on Elsa. She has this power that everyone in her life tries to control and hide, and it's handled in a totally wrong way, and she finally breaks free and goes off on her own. It's a very "I don't care what they think" moment which seems to be what the world is all about these days. Let's not care what everyone thinks, as long as we're true to ourselves.
NO. No, no, no, a thousand no's.
frozen is about relationships. Selfless love. I'm going to do everything for you to make you happy, even if it means: I'll end up melting, I'll end up having to leave you, or I'll end up turning to ice.
Olaf is a snowman that comes to life. He might be a classic comic relief, but he's also the classic best friend. And isn't that the ultimate role of comic relief? They get blown up, gross things on them, knocked around, impaled (he he he... olaf got impaled.), and yet they stick around because they're the supporting character. the wing man. And at some point, they have that moment of truth where they say something totally deep and philosophical like "some people are worth melting for". and then everyone is sitting there in their super comfy theater seats thinking, "whoa. I want to be the comic relief character. He's the one who has life figured out! Let's all be like the snowman who wants summer. He just wants everyone to be happy. And he's super chill about it (pun completely intended)."
Cristoph is the real guy. He's a hard working, don't give up, climb the mountain, sell the ice, talks to a reindeer, man. He's such a man. I like men that work hard. I think someone has figured that out... But Cristoph isn't the hero. He isn't the sidekick. He's... get ready for your mind to be blown...
The teammate. What?? Do you see how he and Anna work together? forget finishing each others sandwiches, because princes are lame. Anna realizes she's not going to make it alone, so she buys Cristoph's ice climbing supplies, then acts all tough and authoritative to get him to help her. Cristoph is all cool and thinks he's special, but really he can't just leave a princess to freeze in the snow. So they take off together. they trust that the one will at least not kill the other, so that's cute. but they end up watching each other's backs, which leads to complete trust and companionship. and isn't that what real relationships are about? Forget the hot guy, forget the money, the flowers, the dates, the... uhhh.... you know... that stuff doesn't matter. Cristoph and anna have it all figured out right here. Just take care of each other. Anna isn't the hero, Cristoph isn't the hero, they both are. Because they work together.
Anna is the one who doesn't have anything figured out. for the most sure character in the movie, she's the most confused, most lost of them all. Like Cher from the 90s movie Clueless. I have a strange obsession with that movie...
But Anna wants to play in the castle. She wants to meet the prince and get married. She's going to save her sister. But really, she has no clue what she's doing. The prince (SPOILERS) is wrong for her. she almost freezes to death (the large man in lederhosen doesn't nearly get enough credit in this movie), she nearly dies trying to save her sister, and she comes to realize she can't make it on her own. She needs the people around her. She needs Cristoph to save her from her misadventures. She needs her sister to love her as a sister. And she needs Olaf to make her laugh once in a while and not feel quite as helpless and alone. Plus who doesn't need Olaf?
But at the end, she realizes that all that matters is her sister. That everyone around her is there for her. she finally stops to look around and realize that everyone loves her unconditionally. And it happens at a oment that's almost too late, but not quite.
But I guess you'll have to watch the movie to find out.
My birthday is the 13th, the day before, and since that puts a lot of pressure on a significant other to do nice things double time, we sort of combine them. But since it was the 15th it wasn't technically either. so I got nice presents including a massive box of chocolates that he tried to trick me into thinking was a gun (the chocolates are delicious, but I would have preferred a gun. Maybe one that shoots chocolate?). But he was also nice enough to come see Frozen with me, which I was more excited about than him. But he seemed to like it besides there being too much singing. I'll be honest, there were a few songs I didn't like that were kind of dumb, but sometimes that happens in a Disney movie.
The point of this post is, everyone is wrong about Frozen. There's a lot of feminist articles and posts about how it's all about the girls saving everyone instead of the big strong men, but really, that's not what it's about at all.
(By the way, I'm going to use some inside jokes from the movie and maybe a few minor spoilers, but for the most part I try my best not to ruin it for those who haven't seen it. Really, you shouldjust go see the movie because it's amazing.)
A lot of the focus is on Elsa. She has this power that everyone in her life tries to control and hide, and it's handled in a totally wrong way, and she finally breaks free and goes off on her own. It's a very "I don't care what they think" moment which seems to be what the world is all about these days. Let's not care what everyone thinks, as long as we're true to ourselves.
NO. No, no, no, a thousand no's.
frozen is about relationships. Selfless love. I'm going to do everything for you to make you happy, even if it means: I'll end up melting, I'll end up having to leave you, or I'll end up turning to ice.
Olaf is a snowman that comes to life. He might be a classic comic relief, but he's also the classic best friend. And isn't that the ultimate role of comic relief? They get blown up, gross things on them, knocked around, impaled (he he he... olaf got impaled.), and yet they stick around because they're the supporting character. the wing man. And at some point, they have that moment of truth where they say something totally deep and philosophical like "some people are worth melting for". and then everyone is sitting there in their super comfy theater seats thinking, "whoa. I want to be the comic relief character. He's the one who has life figured out! Let's all be like the snowman who wants summer. He just wants everyone to be happy. And he's super chill about it (pun completely intended)."
Cristoph is the real guy. He's a hard working, don't give up, climb the mountain, sell the ice, talks to a reindeer, man. He's such a man. I like men that work hard. I think someone has figured that out... But Cristoph isn't the hero. He isn't the sidekick. He's... get ready for your mind to be blown...
The teammate. What?? Do you see how he and Anna work together? forget finishing each others sandwiches, because princes are lame. Anna realizes she's not going to make it alone, so she buys Cristoph's ice climbing supplies, then acts all tough and authoritative to get him to help her. Cristoph is all cool and thinks he's special, but really he can't just leave a princess to freeze in the snow. So they take off together. they trust that the one will at least not kill the other, so that's cute. but they end up watching each other's backs, which leads to complete trust and companionship. and isn't that what real relationships are about? Forget the hot guy, forget the money, the flowers, the dates, the... uhhh.... you know... that stuff doesn't matter. Cristoph and anna have it all figured out right here. Just take care of each other. Anna isn't the hero, Cristoph isn't the hero, they both are. Because they work together.
Anna is the one who doesn't have anything figured out. for the most sure character in the movie, she's the most confused, most lost of them all. Like Cher from the 90s movie Clueless. I have a strange obsession with that movie...
But Anna wants to play in the castle. She wants to meet the prince and get married. She's going to save her sister. But really, she has no clue what she's doing. The prince (SPOILERS) is wrong for her. she almost freezes to death (the large man in lederhosen doesn't nearly get enough credit in this movie), she nearly dies trying to save her sister, and she comes to realize she can't make it on her own. She needs the people around her. She needs Cristoph to save her from her misadventures. She needs her sister to love her as a sister. And she needs Olaf to make her laugh once in a while and not feel quite as helpless and alone. Plus who doesn't need Olaf?
But at the end, she realizes that all that matters is her sister. That everyone around her is there for her. she finally stops to look around and realize that everyone loves her unconditionally. And it happens at a oment that's almost too late, but not quite.
But I guess you'll have to watch the movie to find out.
Monday, February 3, 2014
Where My Life has Been
So since I had a few little random blog posts the past couple years, but all of them were sketchy and not quite blog posts, I'm going to do a little recap. I'm going to start in 2011 when I really stopped blogging regularly (I know in the last post I said it was 2012, but I think it was more like 2011. I can't remember that far), and I'm going to make a list of ten big things that happened since then. I may or may not post on them more later, but I think I'll decide that after I've written them all. So, here is a Top Ten list of what I did in the last threeish years:
- I went to Europe: I decided to start here because it was a big deal, and also because that's where the regular posts really stopped. I went to Europe with my mom and two aunts, a vacation that came from my grandmother leaving them money to do so. She always wanted to visit but also had a huge fear of flying. So instead she made it possible for my mom and her two sisters to go. And I kind of tagged along... shhh... We went to Italy, Germany, Austria, and England, and it was pretty crazy and really fun. We were there a whole month, saw a lot of things, bought a lot of things, and ate a lot of food.
- I started high school: The Europe trip was at the end of my sophomore year, and up until that point I had been home schooled. My parents gave us the choice of either going to school junior year, going to community college, or staying at home. Community college scared me and I wanted to go somewhere, so I started my junior year at a small private Lutheran school of about 80 kids. It was quite the experience, and I think it helped prepare me for college quite a bit. For one thing, I had teachers. That gave homework. And it had to be done the next day. Scary. But, fortunately, high school really branched into a whole lot of other things that have happened since, and I'm really happy for.
- I joined cross country: I had sort of been involved in a cross country team in middle school, but it was very competitive, not very nice, and they didn't let me compete because of state rules and I was homeschooled. But I enjoyed the idea of running long distances (I know, I'm crazy), so I decided to join. It was a lot of fun, and I also got really in shape and felt strong and was able to run 3.1 miles without stopping. And actually further, but that 3.1 was kind of a goal form the beginning, since I hadn't done much real running before.
- I was the lead role in a play: I have in the past participated in a couple community plays, so naturally I tried out for the school play. Being that the school had 80 students, everyone who tries out pretty much gets a role. The play was about a soldier coming home (possibly more on that later), and I was cast as the mother. I didn't realize it until I was given the script that the mother was a pretty huge role. I was in most scenes with a lot of speaking lines. I did really well (I think) and I made people cry, which was my goal (there was an emotional scene with a monologue. I was supposed to make people cry, I promise). I think it helped me build a lot of confidence.
- Youth and Government continued: I was in this my sophomore year while I was still home schooled, as there were no rules against it thankfully. I think regardless of my going to school I would still have done this. Actually I think youth and gov. made me want to go to school where I did. But I think school helped me do better in it. For those who don't know, Youth and Gov. is a high school mock legislature. Pass laws, run for office, have mandatory fun (inside joke, sorry), it's loads of fun. Oh, and did I mention you sit in super comfy legislator seats? We go to Springfield and actually do law stuff in the place where actual people do actual law stuff! Or they say they do. My bill failed to pass both years that I wrote it, which is sad, but I did much better my senior year. First of all, not everybody hated it. And they didn't all gang up and yell at me. That was sad... But I say that if your school has this program, or if you're home schooled and can find a school that will let you join, do it. Join Youth and Gov. Because it is amazing. It just is. Do. It.
- I made a new friend: More than a friend, actually. At Youth and Gov., I ran into a guy. A friend of mine who went to my school was wearing cowboy boots. So this guy walked up and said, "hey buddy, nice boots." Then I showed up, we introduced, and didn't see each other again for a while. But, we did see each other again, and one thing led to another, we both got a prom date, and now we've been dating almost two years. It's kind of great. (by the way, you see why I like youth and government so much? It's just great. seriously, JOIN. Good things will happen. Or at least you'll improve your public speaking.)
- I started college: I graduated high school last spring and quickly started college in the summer. I wanted to get a few prerequisite classes out of the way, so I decided it was a good idea to not take a break from school at all. I wouldn't recommend this, and hopefully I won't be doing this again next summer, but who knows. I'm now in my third semester (including summer semester), and it's going fairly well. I'm at community college right now and plan to transfer to a four year school in fall of 2015. I got a little confused by what I wanted to do... (see #9)
- I kind of turned into a girl: Woman? I mean, I did grow up... Though the word woman still kind of scares me. But this was very recent, as in over the last summer. I bought a girly swimsuit, I bought girly clothes, girly shoes, and now I'm actually attempting to put on makeup myself. Makeup. That's right. I was never a makeup person, in fact I still don't really know how to put it on and probably won't wear it in public having done it myself for a while. But I had my mom and my sister in law do it for dances, and it kind of looks good! So hey, why not? then my sister in law got me some makeup stuff for Christmas.
- I changed my mind: Originally I started college thinking I wanted to be a vet tech, but I had a beginning of college crisis (is that a thing?) and decided to go into nursing. So now instead of nursing animals, I will be nursing people. I took a lot of interest in my anatomy classes I was taking, and nursing seems to be a much better career to go into instead of veterinary technology. Being a vet tech is all but a minimum wage job with an associates degree. No offense to any vet techs out there, but it seems if it isn't something I am completely passionate about, I don't think it's worth it. I used to really want to work with animals for a living, but I'm thinking my animal work will be side jobs and hobbies. Unfortunately it's hard to have a big successful job where all you do is work with animals. Unless I were to become a breeder, which... eh. Not sure I want to.
- I grew up: A lot. I mean, who doesn't grow up in almost three years, but I've been realizing how much of a child I was then and how much of an adult I am now. Ha. Adult... Okay, so I'm close to being an adult. Though I wonder if any of us ever really grow up? Whoa, that was DEEP. More on that later. But I'm in college, I have a job now (meaning I have income!), I do my homework, I don't complain about it (much), and I'm just better off maturity wise than I was back when I started high school. In fact, when I think about my junior year, it seems like it was so long ago and I was so different then. Practically a child. And I don't mean to give anyone older out there a heart attack, or act like I'm "so grown up now", I'm just saying I'm starting to feel a little more like I'm on my way. I still have panic attacks though. Those are fun...
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Welcome to the New Wolfdog!
Hey everyone! So I thought I'd start this off with a little history for those who don't know anything about me.
I used to have a blog, which I started when I was about thirteen. It was... a disaster. I was reading through the old posts and they were embarrassing. but more than that, I didn't really blog regularly. Most of my more recent posts usually began, "I haven't blogged in about a year, so I'm going to try this again..." I definitely got out of the habit, not blogging regularly since 2012, and I think wiping my slate clean and giving myself a fresh start might help.
Another reason for this is I would like to write books in the future. The problem is, I haven't really been writing anything out of school assignments in a while. since I can't find the time to write out a full book (which I think I may make more complicated than it has to be), I'm hoping that blogging will get me back into the habit.
So stay tuned for more posts! I have a few in mind, so hopefully I'll be getting them written and posted soon.
I used to have a blog, which I started when I was about thirteen. It was... a disaster. I was reading through the old posts and they were embarrassing. but more than that, I didn't really blog regularly. Most of my more recent posts usually began, "I haven't blogged in about a year, so I'm going to try this again..." I definitely got out of the habit, not blogging regularly since 2012, and I think wiping my slate clean and giving myself a fresh start might help.
Another reason for this is I would like to write books in the future. The problem is, I haven't really been writing anything out of school assignments in a while. since I can't find the time to write out a full book (which I think I may make more complicated than it has to be), I'm hoping that blogging will get me back into the habit.
So stay tuned for more posts! I have a few in mind, so hopefully I'll be getting them written and posted soon.
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