Stressed, Depressed, and Hot.

Okay, I’m not really depressed.  I’m not actually hot at this exact second, either, but I have been recently.  At least I am stressed, for sure. It’d be nice to say I haven’t… Continue reading

Happy Camper

Because I suck at sleeping, I was laying in bed this morning making a mental to-do list.  Updating this damn blog wasn’t necessarily at the top, but because two of my friends are… Continue reading

Exploring the “Great” Outdoors?

My Honors Physics teacher was great.  Hilarious, personally invested in his students, and overall an outstanding teacher.  Except for maybe one thing.  He convined many of us in his class to go on… Continue reading

Summertime, and the Living is Easy

That’s at least half true.  While I find myself always always always busy, it’s usually in a positive way.  Good parties, good friends, great times!  While I admit I have neglected to clean… Continue reading

Twilight Zone

That’s what I currently find myself in.  I am no longer a student at Coldwater High School, neither have I actually graduated yet.  I’ve already begun the summer routine of staying out at… Continue reading

I’m a leader.

At least, I’m now a part of the University of Dayton Honors Scholars Program and I’m invited to a Summer Leadership Program in August.  They’re also giving me an extra grand for my… Continue reading

Ice Queen

I’m the co-editor of my high school’s newspaper, the Mirror.  In general I’m friendly and flexible, but sometimes I have to coerce and threaten my writers to get things done.  On two separate… Continue reading

Shattering:

To begin, you have to realize how much I love Caliente.  He became mine on November 1, 2008.  His name means “hot” in Spanish, and I affectionately call him Cal.  He never betrays… Continue reading

Best Buds and Random Roommates

My parents played backgammon in the kitchen at breakfast this morning.  Does anyone else play this game?  Does anyone else even know what it is?  I have gradually been formed over the years… Continue reading

Exploiting my absence of domesticity and ability to murder the use of a metaphor.

Earlier today I called my best friend* to ask her if it was okay to iron cotton.  It is.  Except I can’t iron. My best friend isn’t the type to routinely iron her… Continue reading