Paris

My first day in Paris was exactly what I had expected; just like my friends had told me. I knew it would be an easy trip with lots of laughs, interactive tours, and good memories.

The tourguide gave me a brochure outlining the "must see" sites. He explained that it was an open tour. He had an agenda, certain sites he wanted us to see, but said we could go to other locations that more entertained our interests.

Throughout the tour I tried to go to sites that interested me, but it usually took too much effort and it was so much easier to just follow the tourguide. Sometiems when I ventured off I would get lost and start to doubt leaving the group.

But the truth is, when I took the time to go to locations outside of the outlined brochure, I enjoyed my vacation more and I was learning more about Paris.

Overall, Paris was quite the trip. I learned more that I expected, but I know that I could have learned and experienced so much more if I would have taken risks.

I want to go back to Paris, I really do. I just wonder if I'll ever get around to it...

Road Trip

I'm road trippin' it this week. There's no better place to think, ponder, dream, and imagine that in a surburban surrounded by the desert of Utah. Not to mention I'm in the middle row, squished between my two teenage brothers. I'm feeling pretty comfortable.

 

Thoughts so far:

 

The semester is almost over. College applications are in. My grades right now? -Slowly declining. Now that apps are in, I have little to no desire to try to get perfect grades. It doesn't matter. I hate that I have this mentality but it's just human nature. I'm going far in life.

 

My best friend is leaving the state in January (I'm pretty sure I just gave myself away if you don't already know who I am). A friend like her comes around once in a life time, seriously. I've been trying so hard not to think about it. I know when it hits, it's going to hit hard. Who am I going to quote Wayne's World with, eat everything all the time without feeling guilty, or belt out Tswift and High School Musical. Better stop thinking about this...

 

Long drive to go. Lots to think about.

Sex Marriage and Fairytales

The reality of love and relationships vs the world's unrealistic and immature perspective. 

Sex Marriage and Fairytales
-Jefferson Bethke

I'm jealous of Jefferson's way with words and his deep thinking. I'm jealous he has the courage to say what he feels. He's telling a story of exactly what I've been thinking all along, it's just he can get the words out.

Mean Girls

Janis: That one there, that's Karen Smith. She is one of the dumbest girls you will ever meet. Damien sat next to her in English last year. 
Damian: She asked me how to spell orange. 
[Cady snickers] 
Janis: That little one, that's Gretchen Wieners. 
Damian: She's totally rich because her dad invented Toaster Streudels. 
Janis: Gretchen Wieners knows everybody's business, she knows everything about everyone. 
Damian: That's why her hair is so big, it's full of secrets. 
Janis: And evil takes a human form in Regina George. Don't be fooled because she may seem like your typical selfish, back-stabbing slut faced ho-bag, but in reality, she's so much more than that. 
Damian: She's the queen bee - the star, those other two are just her little workers. 

No one appreciates simplicity

stolen

He smiles and answers because he still feels weakness.
His past shaped this tragedy and grief.

I Remember

I remember my easy-bake oven. Collecting Pokemon cards. I remember wishing I had a twin so we could be like Mary-Kate and Ashley. I remember AOL and my favorite Beanie Baby.

I remember my secret hiding place at the neighborhood playground. There were these little white rolled up things on the floor that smelled weird, but I didn't care. I was alone and that's how I liked it.

I remember playing m.a.s.h. during lunch. Playing super mario on the gameboy color. I remember slap bracelets and cassette tapes.

I remember when my best friend showed me porn in 3rd grade. I ran to the bathroom, gagging.

I remember blowing on the nintendo games to get them to work. I remember radio disney. I remember overalls and Drake and Josh. I remember VHS and The Sandlot.

I remember the first time my mom cried because of me. I sat next to the bathroom door and listened to her cry, and cried with her.

I remember Aaron Carter. The black power ranger was my favorite. I remember Fresh Prince and Cabbage Patch.

I remember getting kicked out of dance class. How was I supposed to know you couldn't kick the mirrors?

I remember Grandma's house. Watching the original Willy Wonka and chewing on ice cubes. We'd make cinnamon rolls and I'd sneak into the candy cabinet when she wasn't looking. I remember her funeral. I brought her a bag of candy to make up for the treats I took from her cabinet. My mom said Grandma would appreciate that.