I am not in the mood to look at other people's achievements at the moment. For a while, my life has been a series of disappointments. Actually, they're not disappointments. They're more along on the lines of reminders that I am not good at anything. It's just one of those things that I know. I've tried and tried and every single time I try, my hope goes up and I think, "Maybe this time..." but no. They're all just big roller coasters of events that continually end in my failure and red eyes. I try SO HARD not to care, but in the end, it doesn't matter. Every single goddamn time. So many trials and so many failures. I'm just not good enough. For anything. I just like to hope that I am, so I have somewhere to go, somewhere to actually feel praise for my talents. Currently, I don't have any. It's like my world continues to crumble before my eyes and I have yet to see the rocks to come and crush me. Nothing I do matters. Nothing anyone ever does will matter, because in the end, that's just it. There will come a time, long from now, where no one will ever remember anyone's existence. My life and your life won't be a part of history, because there won't be any history, and that's not technically a bad thing. It's just a fact. But sometimes I just need to remember, This too shall pass.
EDIT: It passed.
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Southern Europe: EVERYWHERE ELSE (Days 9-27), Drowning in my workload, and MYP
THIS BLOG POST COMES TO YOU IN FOUR PARTS.
Part 1: Since I'm in a terrible mood today I thought, better way to cheer myself up than to complain about my life to a bunch of strangers? But, in case you still want to know about my Southern Europe trip I'll try and wrap it up fast.
Part 2: After Cinque Terre we took a bus to Tuscany where we went on an absolutely BRUTAL three day hike. OH MY GOD. SO HOT. SO MUCH UPHILL. Especially the first two days. Words can not describe how amazing it was to see the Rifugio after that hike. Some parts we weren't even hiking. We were climbing...and I'm clumsy. Those things don't go well together.
After Tuscany we took a nine-hour bus ride to France where it was absolutely beautiful. We camped there for a few days while we whitewater-rafted and whitewater-canoed. It was amazing. Absolutely freezing, but amazing. After that we prepared for La Tour Du Mont-Blanc, which is an eight-day hike we took through the French, Italian, and Swiss Alps.
La Tour was amazing. It was just so beautiful with such an array of different weather conditions and terrane, but it was so worth it. One day in particular was absolute HELL. It was uphill, then downhill, then flat, which is actually a pretty good day, but not while it was hailing and it felt like it was freaking January. We stopped for a while and I couldn't stop shivering. I actually broke down in tears. But there was also the good days. One of the last few days we started the hike going uphill in basically a blizzard, but it wasn't even THAT cold, and then it went downhill in a blizzard and we had a snowball fight. It was awesome. Then as we were going down the mountain it quickly changed from snowy to muddy and we slipped and slid in the mud forever. Then it got sunny and we reached our Rifugio HOURS before we thought we would.
After La Tour we went to Chamonix, a city in France that is absolutely gorgeous. It was so beautiful. Then we took several trains to Paris where we finished our trip in style. Overall the entire trip was one of the most amazing experiences I've ever gotten the chance to do. Seeing all of those beautiful places was just absolutely incredible and I'll be so lucky if I ever get to do it again. If you want an even more detailed itinerary of my trip I'll put it here.
Part 3: NOW that I'm done blogging about my trip, I get to vent. School this year is so difficult. I come home from a 7-hour day of school to a mountain of homework, including essays, books, tests to study for, and more. And on top of that I'm helping to plan a weekend up north for next weekend for forty teenagers and I'm being swallowed by requests from teachers, friends, presidents (of clubs and stuff), and parents. I have no idea how I'm going to get it all done. I'm also taking three English courses this year, and they're difficult. This is all not mentioning that I have a (small) social life, babysitting, I'm addicted to the internet, and chores. I swear, I'm going to have to be fucking wonder woman this week.
Part 4: I'm a sophomore this year. My school has this program for sophomores called MYP (My Personal Project). MYP is completely optional and, admittedly, fairly pointless, but a couple of juniors recently talked to all of the sophomores about the projects they did last year, and that got me thinking, "What if I turned NaNoWriMo into my MYP?" Imagine how BADASS I would sound standing up in front of a bunch of people saying. "I wrote a novel in a month." I'd feel like such a bamf.
Anyways, for those of you who don't know, NaNoWriMo is national novel writing month where the goal is to write fifty thousand words in a month. Yeah. It's hard. I don't even really have a story in mind. I have a title that i absolutely adore, and I'm kinda trying to work off of the title to build a story, which is proving to be fairly difficult. I've come up with a few characters and just some funny little lines, but no plot yet...I'M WORKING ON IT, OK? I'll get there, but it'll take a while.
Also, sorry I haven't posted recently. I've been drowning under my workload, but I'll try to post more, and if not...sorry, do you want a fucking umbrella? K...toodles.
Part 1: Since I'm in a terrible mood today I thought, better way to cheer myself up than to complain about my life to a bunch of strangers? But, in case you still want to know about my Southern Europe trip I'll try and wrap it up fast.
Part 2: After Cinque Terre we took a bus to Tuscany where we went on an absolutely BRUTAL three day hike. OH MY GOD. SO HOT. SO MUCH UPHILL. Especially the first two days. Words can not describe how amazing it was to see the Rifugio after that hike. Some parts we weren't even hiking. We were climbing...and I'm clumsy. Those things don't go well together.
After Tuscany we took a nine-hour bus ride to France where it was absolutely beautiful. We camped there for a few days while we whitewater-rafted and whitewater-canoed. It was amazing. Absolutely freezing, but amazing. After that we prepared for La Tour Du Mont-Blanc, which is an eight-day hike we took through the French, Italian, and Swiss Alps.
La Tour was amazing. It was just so beautiful with such an array of different weather conditions and terrane, but it was so worth it. One day in particular was absolute HELL. It was uphill, then downhill, then flat, which is actually a pretty good day, but not while it was hailing and it felt like it was freaking January. We stopped for a while and I couldn't stop shivering. I actually broke down in tears. But there was also the good days. One of the last few days we started the hike going uphill in basically a blizzard, but it wasn't even THAT cold, and then it went downhill in a blizzard and we had a snowball fight. It was awesome. Then as we were going down the mountain it quickly changed from snowy to muddy and we slipped and slid in the mud forever. Then it got sunny and we reached our Rifugio HOURS before we thought we would.
After La Tour we went to Chamonix, a city in France that is absolutely gorgeous. It was so beautiful. Then we took several trains to Paris where we finished our trip in style. Overall the entire trip was one of the most amazing experiences I've ever gotten the chance to do. Seeing all of those beautiful places was just absolutely incredible and I'll be so lucky if I ever get to do it again. If you want an even more detailed itinerary of my trip I'll put it here.
Part 3: NOW that I'm done blogging about my trip, I get to vent. School this year is so difficult. I come home from a 7-hour day of school to a mountain of homework, including essays, books, tests to study for, and more. And on top of that I'm helping to plan a weekend up north for next weekend for forty teenagers and I'm being swallowed by requests from teachers, friends, presidents (of clubs and stuff), and parents. I have no idea how I'm going to get it all done. I'm also taking three English courses this year, and they're difficult. This is all not mentioning that I have a (small) social life, babysitting, I'm addicted to the internet, and chores. I swear, I'm going to have to be fucking wonder woman this week.
Part 4: I'm a sophomore this year. My school has this program for sophomores called MYP (My Personal Project). MYP is completely optional and, admittedly, fairly pointless, but a couple of juniors recently talked to all of the sophomores about the projects they did last year, and that got me thinking, "What if I turned NaNoWriMo into my MYP?" Imagine how BADASS I would sound standing up in front of a bunch of people saying. "I wrote a novel in a month." I'd feel like such a bamf.
Anyways, for those of you who don't know, NaNoWriMo is national novel writing month where the goal is to write fifty thousand words in a month. Yeah. It's hard. I don't even really have a story in mind. I have a title that i absolutely adore, and I'm kinda trying to work off of the title to build a story, which is proving to be fairly difficult. I've come up with a few characters and just some funny little lines, but no plot yet...I'M WORKING ON IT, OK? I'll get there, but it'll take a while.
Also, sorry I haven't posted recently. I've been drowning under my workload, but I'll try to post more, and if not...sorry, do you want a fucking umbrella? K...toodles.
Monday, August 29, 2011
Southern Europe: CINQUE TERRE (Days 5-8)
Hello there! Continuing with my Southern Europe adventure post, after we left Rome we went via train to Cinque Terre. Let me just say that the traveling by train days are hell. Everything sucks. We had to carry everything we brought with us, including the group gear, from train to train to train and the second you think you get a moment to relax you are pushed and shoved onto the next train. HELL. Not to mention the fact that Hannah had gone to try and do something abut her passport, because it along with several other personal items, had been stolen in Rome...so we were stuck with the always annoying, always incompetent, Dwayne. Anyways after the hell-like train day* we arrived in Cinque Terre, which is Italian for "Five Lands." It was absolutely stunning. We had the most perfect view over the Mediterranean while we were there.
Once we got off of our train we headed to our hostel which was on top of a very steep hill and so let me just say that after carrying everything we had brought through those trains and to the top of the very steep hill, we were very pleased to crawl onto a bed and stay there for days.
The day after we arrived in Cinque Terre we went on a hike where the first hour or two was pleasant, but the rest wasn't as much fun. The first bit was good because it was shaded by trees and was mostly downhill, unlike the rest of the hike where it was mostly exposed to the beating sun and up hundreds of thousands of steps. I think I got heat exhaustion at one point because I thought I might pass out. When we finally finished the hike we were rewarded by being able to jump into the ice-cold Mediterranean which felt AMAZING after the long, hot hike. We were also very happy because while we were enjoying ourselves in the sea, Hannah turned up and we were saved from the inept Dwayne! Yay! Then we took a train back to our hostel where we ate dinner and slept for many hours.
The next day we took a train down to one of the five cities of Cinque Terre where we learned to sea-kayak! It was a lot of fun. We divided into two groups and we raced each other in our kayaks. Fun times... The next day we went out to the same sea kayak place and we actually sea kayaked this time to one of the other cities. It was fun, but it took a long time. I passed the time singing to myself for most of the time. It was also a lot of fun because two of the helpers of the sea-kayak-place were super attractive...with Italian accents; Particularly enjoyable ;).
That concludes my Cinque Terre experience. It was absolutely gorgeous and it was one of my favorite places we went to on the trip. Thanks for reading or something. Come back when I post the next installment in my Southern Europe adventure. Toodles.
*It was particularly hell-like because Dwayne had absolutely no idea when the train was supposed to stop at our stop, which ultimately resulted in the loss of one of the group member's bag being stolen. Good job, Dwayne.
Once we got off of our train we headed to our hostel which was on top of a very steep hill and so let me just say that after carrying everything we had brought through those trains and to the top of the very steep hill, we were very pleased to crawl onto a bed and stay there for days.
The day after we arrived in Cinque Terre we went on a hike where the first hour or two was pleasant, but the rest wasn't as much fun. The first bit was good because it was shaded by trees and was mostly downhill, unlike the rest of the hike where it was mostly exposed to the beating sun and up hundreds of thousands of steps. I think I got heat exhaustion at one point because I thought I might pass out. When we finally finished the hike we were rewarded by being able to jump into the ice-cold Mediterranean which felt AMAZING after the long, hot hike. We were also very happy because while we were enjoying ourselves in the sea, Hannah turned up and we were saved from the inept Dwayne! Yay! Then we took a train back to our hostel where we ate dinner and slept for many hours.
The next day we took a train down to one of the five cities of Cinque Terre where we learned to sea-kayak! It was a lot of fun. We divided into two groups and we raced each other in our kayaks. Fun times... The next day we went out to the same sea kayak place and we actually sea kayaked this time to one of the other cities. It was fun, but it took a long time. I passed the time singing to myself for most of the time. It was also a lot of fun because two of the helpers of the sea-kayak-place were super attractive...with Italian accents; Particularly enjoyable ;).
That concludes my Cinque Terre experience. It was absolutely gorgeous and it was one of my favorite places we went to on the trip. Thanks for reading or something. Come back when I post the next installment in my Southern Europe adventure. Toodles.
*It was particularly hell-like because Dwayne had absolutely no idea when the train was supposed to stop at our stop, which ultimately resulted in the loss of one of the group member's bag being stolen. Good job, Dwayne.
Monday, August 22, 2011
Southern Europe: ROME (Days 1-4)
Hi there. Before I begin the blog post about my recent trip to Europe I just want to say 1. thank you for reading (I don't think anyone is but if you are...thanks!), 2. this week has been better than the past few so...yay and 3. I've recently bought bit of Urban Decay makeup that I'm really excited about, so that's a thing. All right now on with the blog post!
I decided on the trip that I went on probably in February so the second half of my school year was spent looking forward to this trip, and I was not disappointed. It was so amazing. On June 30th I flew to JFK where I was going to meet up with the rest of my group. My group leader, Hannah, picked me up from my gate and then we went where the rest of the group was, except for the people who haven't arrived yet. I had never met any of the people on my trip before yet, and there were eighteen kids in my group, including me, so I was nervous I wouldn't get along with some of them, but immediately we started talking and learning about each other so everything was good, though very awkward.
After a few hours of talking and getting to know each other we boarded our plane from New York to Rome and I slept for most of that and I hadn't really gotten to know the person I was sitting next to yet so we didn't talk for 99% of the 9 and a half hour plane ride. We landed in Rome where we met up with our other group leader, Dwayne (more on him later), and one of the other girls in our group who was already in Greece so she flew from Greece to Rome instead of flying from Greece, to New York to Rome which makes a lot of sense (this is not sarcasm). Then we headed to our hostel and, let me say, Rome is very hot. And there's never any air conditioning ANYWHERE. We were dying, and the time change wasn't very pleasant either.** Once we got to our hostel it was basically playing cards and still getting to know everyone.
The next day we went through the sweltering city all the way to Vatican City. When we came to the Vatican, Dwayne said to meet at 2:30. He did not say where. So I went with two other girls in my group and we wandered through the Vatican, marveling at the beautiful sculptures and paintings. At the end of the Vatican, at 2:30, right before the entrance to the Sistine Chapel, we saw other group members, including Dwayne, so we sat down and waited for the rest of our group to show up. After a half hour of waiting we went into the Sistine Chapel which was breathtaking. It was absolutely stunning. It was by far one of my favorite parts of Rome. Apparently the rest of our group was waiting inside the Sistine Chapel, so we had wasted a half hour in Rome sitting on the floor of the Vatican. Good job, Dwayne.
So once we exited the Sistine Chapel and were outside we noticed that Hannah and four of our group members were missing. So Dwayne started to freak out and decided that it would be a good idea to back through the Vatican, all the way back to the Sistine Chapel to look for them. We didn't find them. So Dwayne lead us through an exit and we ended up going to look for them in St. Peter's Basilica, which was also incredible. We didn't find them. After that we went out into the Vatican Square and Dwayne led us to some steps outside to the side of the Vatican. Many of us said, "Dwayne, they won't be able to see us here." Did Dwayne listen? No, because Dwayne refused to listen to us throughout the entire trip.
After about two hours of waiting on some goddamn steps, Dwayne finally decided it would be a good idea to move into the center of the square where they might be able to see us. They found us in around twelve seconds.
So now after about four hours of being separated we were reunited! We finally exited Vatican City and ate dinner at a very good café*** and had gelato and it was FUCKING HEAVEN. SO. GOOD. OHMYGOD I WANT IT NOW.
The next day was far more relaxed. We went to the Colosseum, the Spanish Steps,the Trevi Fountain and had more gelato. That concludes my Roman experience! Come back another time for more I guess. Toodles.
Days until school: 15
Day's Rating: 8/10
*I immediately asked for any Harry Potter fans and there were several so we were able to bond over that to get through those first awkward hours of getting to know everyone. People also knew who Bo Burnham is...so that helped too.
**Six hours -.-
***I had spaghetti bolognese and it was delicious :)
I decided on the trip that I went on probably in February so the second half of my school year was spent looking forward to this trip, and I was not disappointed. It was so amazing. On June 30th I flew to JFK where I was going to meet up with the rest of my group. My group leader, Hannah, picked me up from my gate and then we went where the rest of the group was, except for the people who haven't arrived yet. I had never met any of the people on my trip before yet, and there were eighteen kids in my group, including me, so I was nervous I wouldn't get along with some of them, but immediately we started talking and learning about each other so everything was good, though very awkward.
After a few hours of talking and getting to know each other we boarded our plane from New York to Rome and I slept for most of that and I hadn't really gotten to know the person I was sitting next to yet so we didn't talk for 99% of the 9 and a half hour plane ride. We landed in Rome where we met up with our other group leader, Dwayne (more on him later), and one of the other girls in our group who was already in Greece so she flew from Greece to Rome instead of flying from Greece, to New York to Rome which makes a lot of sense (this is not sarcasm). Then we headed to our hostel and, let me say, Rome is very hot. And there's never any air conditioning ANYWHERE. We were dying, and the time change wasn't very pleasant either.** Once we got to our hostel it was basically playing cards and still getting to know everyone.
The next day we went through the sweltering city all the way to Vatican City. When we came to the Vatican, Dwayne said to meet at 2:30. He did not say where. So I went with two other girls in my group and we wandered through the Vatican, marveling at the beautiful sculptures and paintings. At the end of the Vatican, at 2:30, right before the entrance to the Sistine Chapel, we saw other group members, including Dwayne, so we sat down and waited for the rest of our group to show up. After a half hour of waiting we went into the Sistine Chapel which was breathtaking. It was absolutely stunning. It was by far one of my favorite parts of Rome. Apparently the rest of our group was waiting inside the Sistine Chapel, so we had wasted a half hour in Rome sitting on the floor of the Vatican. Good job, Dwayne.
So once we exited the Sistine Chapel and were outside we noticed that Hannah and four of our group members were missing. So Dwayne started to freak out and decided that it would be a good idea to back through the Vatican, all the way back to the Sistine Chapel to look for them. We didn't find them. So Dwayne lead us through an exit and we ended up going to look for them in St. Peter's Basilica, which was also incredible. We didn't find them. After that we went out into the Vatican Square and Dwayne led us to some steps outside to the side of the Vatican. Many of us said, "Dwayne, they won't be able to see us here." Did Dwayne listen? No, because Dwayne refused to listen to us throughout the entire trip.
After about two hours of waiting on some goddamn steps, Dwayne finally decided it would be a good idea to move into the center of the square where they might be able to see us. They found us in around twelve seconds.
So now after about four hours of being separated we were reunited! We finally exited Vatican City and ate dinner at a very good café*** and had gelato and it was FUCKING HEAVEN. SO. GOOD. OHMYGOD I WANT IT NOW.
The next day was far more relaxed. We went to the Colosseum, the Spanish Steps,the Trevi Fountain and had more gelato. That concludes my Roman experience! Come back another time for more I guess. Toodles.
Days until school: 15
Day's Rating: 8/10
*I immediately asked for any Harry Potter fans and there were several so we were able to bond over that to get through those first awkward hours of getting to know everyone. People also knew who Bo Burnham is...so that helped too.
**Six hours -.-
***I had spaghetti bolognese and it was delicious :)
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Laziness, Forever Alone, and Driving
I am currently sitting in my basement in the middle of a huge thunderstorm. The reason I am sitting in my basement is because my dog, Clyde, who is absolutely adorable and the sweetest dog in the world, is completely terrified of thunder. So I am sitting here, writing this blog and keeping my dog company.
However, this blog is not about thunderstorms, nor is it about how cute my dog is; This blog is about laziness. Specifically, my laziness. Since I have been home from my recent trip to Europe (I plan on describing that in my next blog. In the meantime, you can watch a video I made about the experience here) I have barely moved. I mean, yes I talk long walks every few days and no, I'm not not moving from my bed. It's just from apart from those long walks and driver's ed, I haven't been out of the house very much.
My parents have become very much annoyed with my lack of movement. I don't understand how it's their problem. They could just be worried, but it's also very annoying for them to suggest that I make plans with someone when they know perfectly well that I don't have a lot of friends.
I mean, it's not that hard to believe, that a person who watches YouTube videos in her free time and instead of going out on a Saturday night watches Doctor Who doesn't have a lot of friends. I would like some nerdfightastic friends, but so far, I'm the only person I know who does these things.
And that's also the reason why I like to watch YouTube videos all the time; Because it lets me know that there are others out there like me, others who are going to nerd out over Pottermore* and want to go to Wizard Rock shows and fan-girl over the latest vlogbrother's video. And just because I don't have a friend like that IRL doesn't mean that I won't find a friend like that on the Internet. Granted, I don't really understand how some people are just like, "Oh, this is my friend I met online," because I'm always wanting to meet friends online with similar interests, but I don't get how it works out. If someone would like to tell me how, that would be very much appreciated.
Ok, I am now completely changing topics** from my loneliness to driver's education. My driver's ed class is two hours a day, Monday through Thursday for three weeks. You also have to drive six hours and observe four hours (not at the same time) with an instructor. So far I have completed my first two weeks of classes, observed for two hours and driven for three. I actually drove today and I thought it went quite well, but driving nearly isn't as easy as I thought it was going to be. The things that I thought were going to be more difficult for me are actually very easy and the things that I thought were going to be easy are ABSOLUTELY TERRIFYING. For example, I thought that stopping in time to not cross the stop line was going to be very difficult, but it's very easy. I thought that turning was going to be a breeze*** but it's so scary because you have to watch for a billion things! Like when you can go, that no one is crashing into you, that you're not over the stop line, etc. Anyways, like I said I thought I drove very well today if I do say so myself and I will keep you updated on my driving progress as I continue to drive. Toodles.
-Elizabeth Jayne
*I'm so freaking excited about Pottermore. My username is HawthornWing186 for those who are curious.
**Instead of putting "I am completely changing topics now," like I originally put, I put, "I am now completely changing topics," because I liked it better, but instead of just deleting the "now" I deleted everything until "am." I don't know why I did this and I don't know why I'm telling you now, but I did. Carry on, now.
***Don't question me why I thought stopping would be hard and turning would be easy, ok? I'd never driven before.
However, this blog is not about thunderstorms, nor is it about how cute my dog is; This blog is about laziness. Specifically, my laziness. Since I have been home from my recent trip to Europe (I plan on describing that in my next blog. In the meantime, you can watch a video I made about the experience here) I have barely moved. I mean, yes I talk long walks every few days and no, I'm not not moving from my bed. It's just from apart from those long walks and driver's ed, I haven't been out of the house very much.
My parents have become very much annoyed with my lack of movement. I don't understand how it's their problem. They could just be worried, but it's also very annoying for them to suggest that I make plans with someone when they know perfectly well that I don't have a lot of friends.
I mean, it's not that hard to believe, that a person who watches YouTube videos in her free time and instead of going out on a Saturday night watches Doctor Who doesn't have a lot of friends. I would like some nerdfightastic friends, but so far, I'm the only person I know who does these things.
And that's also the reason why I like to watch YouTube videos all the time; Because it lets me know that there are others out there like me, others who are going to nerd out over Pottermore* and want to go to Wizard Rock shows and fan-girl over the latest vlogbrother's video. And just because I don't have a friend like that IRL doesn't mean that I won't find a friend like that on the Internet. Granted, I don't really understand how some people are just like, "Oh, this is my friend I met online," because I'm always wanting to meet friends online with similar interests, but I don't get how it works out. If someone would like to tell me how, that would be very much appreciated.
Ok, I am now completely changing topics** from my loneliness to driver's education. My driver's ed class is two hours a day, Monday through Thursday for three weeks. You also have to drive six hours and observe four hours (not at the same time) with an instructor. So far I have completed my first two weeks of classes, observed for two hours and driven for three. I actually drove today and I thought it went quite well, but driving nearly isn't as easy as I thought it was going to be. The things that I thought were going to be more difficult for me are actually very easy and the things that I thought were going to be easy are ABSOLUTELY TERRIFYING. For example, I thought that stopping in time to not cross the stop line was going to be very difficult, but it's very easy. I thought that turning was going to be a breeze*** but it's so scary because you have to watch for a billion things! Like when you can go, that no one is crashing into you, that you're not over the stop line, etc. Anyways, like I said I thought I drove very well today if I do say so myself and I will keep you updated on my driving progress as I continue to drive. Toodles.
-Elizabeth Jayne
*I'm so freaking excited about Pottermore. My username is HawthornWing186 for those who are curious.
**Instead of putting "I am completely changing topics now," like I originally put, I put, "I am now completely changing topics," because I liked it better, but instead of just deleting the "now" I deleted everything until "am." I don't know why I did this and I don't know why I'm telling you now, but I did. Carry on, now.
***Don't question me why I thought stopping would be hard and turning would be easy, ok? I'd never driven before.
Monday, August 8, 2011
Me, Rambling about things.
You know that feeling, where you know you have things to do but you look for any excuse to avoid those things? That is me. Right now. As you can see, this is my first blog post, which means that I was so thankful to think of a way to procrastinate even more* than I already have, that I created a blog.
I can already see this blog becoming a problem, so you may ask, "Lizzie, why have you created a blog that you know will cause problems?" and the answer is... I am an idiot.
But I also am kind of proud of myself. I have been wanting to post/make a blog for a long time. Something excites me about making things and putting them out to the world, where they will be judged (rather harshly, as I have seen), but there is a fear that has always kept me from doing so; I don't want anyone I know to happen to stumble upon my blog. I want to keep my Internet-life and my personal life separate.
I hoped to start vlogging (video-blogging) this summer, but that fear has stopped me. I have watched other people, far more wise and influential than I am, create video blogs that inspire me to do the same. This past year in which I have discovered the wonderful art of video-blogging, I have been inspired to donate to several charities (Project for Awesome); To travel, learn, and create. I have watched videos where people of just NINETEEN make some of the most beautiful and wise videos that have me forever in awe (Owlssayhooot).
And all of these people make me want to put something out there too. To inspire others like me, simply doing something you love.** If, indeed, I do start posting vlogs anytime soon, you shall be the first to know, blog. Toodles.
*This will piss off my mother very much.
**It just struck me how I have been rambling about how much/why I want to video-blog on a blog.
I can already see this blog becoming a problem, so you may ask, "Lizzie, why have you created a blog that you know will cause problems?" and the answer is... I am an idiot.
But I also am kind of proud of myself. I have been wanting to post/make a blog for a long time. Something excites me about making things and putting them out to the world, where they will be judged (rather harshly, as I have seen), but there is a fear that has always kept me from doing so; I don't want anyone I know to happen to stumble upon my blog. I want to keep my Internet-life and my personal life separate.
I hoped to start vlogging (video-blogging) this summer, but that fear has stopped me. I have watched other people, far more wise and influential than I am, create video blogs that inspire me to do the same. This past year in which I have discovered the wonderful art of video-blogging, I have been inspired to donate to several charities (Project for Awesome); To travel, learn, and create. I have watched videos where people of just NINETEEN make some of the most beautiful and wise videos that have me forever in awe (Owlssayhooot).
And all of these people make me want to put something out there too. To inspire others like me, simply doing something you love.** If, indeed, I do start posting vlogs anytime soon, you shall be the first to know, blog. Toodles.
*This will piss off my mother very much.
**It just struck me how I have been rambling about how much/why I want to video-blog on a blog.
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