Wednesday, December 31, 2008

In Which I write My New Year's Resolution

Its the dawn of a new era... the rise of a new age... and... the beginning of another grueling attempt to survive all that life throws at me.

Resolution #1: Lose ten pounds per month until I only weigh 110 pounds at the lowest. Recently I've noticed that I gained a LOT of weight since I lost my job. So much so that the doctors have started telling me I HAVE to lose some. I'll have to eat healthier for this and start exersicing...dammit.

Resolution #2: Get a Gosh darn Job! Seriously... I need money, and I have to get a job otherwise I'll be stuck living in this god-forsaken state

Resolution #3: Keep those grades up! no way i can stress this enough... not only must i keep these grades up, but also start filling college and scholarship applications... DO IT!

Resolution #4: Start trying to look your best, gosh darnit! After seeing those pictures of me with makeup on i realized im not that horrible looking. If i got up a few minutes earlier to put something on, it could make a big difference to the way I look. No only that, I have to start taking care of my hair.. get a new haircut or something cuz the split ends are driving me up the wall.

Saturday, December 27, 2008

In Which Dammit, I'm sick Again!

Normally one isnt happy to get sick at all, but I am one of the lucky people *note the sarcasm* that gets sick the day right after Christmas. Oh life is a cruel mistress. I woke up early on the 26th since everything was going to be on sale. Of course, it was freezing and I, unluckily, got there an hour before they opened. Doesnt Walmart Open at 6? *sigh*

Anyway, I was able to get most of the stuff I wanted, except for rain boots. The ones they had were hideous, and didnt even fit. By the time I got out of the store I was feeling pretty weak, so hurriedly I went back home.. another empty bus ride. Once I got home though, I had concluded that I had gotten sick as well. I guess that happens when you get up so early and into the cold. ]

I spent most of the day sleeping after I watched Price Caspian, who by the way is utterly sexy... though I prefer Edmund. lol. I had a slight fever when I woke up later, and had a horrible headache which i tried to alleviate with Tylenol. I swar that stuff dont work on me! T-T All in all, it was a pretty crappy day except for the Narnia movie and getting my goods from the store. Now excuse me, I'm going back to sleep now.

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Omar Photography

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

In Which I Take a Baby Step to Achieve my Goals

What Inspires ME?

1) What do I enjoy doing? Why?

There are many things that I enjoy, so much so that I don’t even know what to say first when I am asked these types of questions.

OK, let's see... I like to read, a LOT. Before I used to read mostly hard copy books, but now I usually do most of my reading online. bummer.

I like to paint and draw, though now I barely have time to do it.

I like writing, which kind of ties in to reading, but I mostly write in rps. Role-playing, baby!

I like listening to music, it helps me think and keeps my mind occupied off of other unpleasant things.

Singing, because, like listening to music, it keeps me occupied.

I like playing with my friends. Really playing, as in tag and hide and seek. I never had enough of that as a kid.

2) What don't you enjoy doing? Why?

... That's a toughie. I think I probably dislike more things than I like.

I don’t enjoy going to large parties. They are too noisy, and i dislike being around people I do not know. Partially this is because I have a penchant for attracting bad luck, like stalkers and people that want to hurt me.

I don’t like speaking in front of class because my thoughts can be too fast so my poor mouth, trying to catch up ends up stuttering.

I don’t like going to the grocery store by myself anymore because strangers follow me around. I used to like going out so I could clear my mind, but with those stalkers… yeah.

I don’t like being ignored. No, let me rephrase that. I hate being ignored. I had enough of that while I was in Indiana to be ignored her, much less by my friends… but that’s not really something I do. Lol.

I absolutely abhor speaking to dumb people that just. don’t. get. it. It’s a waist of my time speaking to them, and they don want to learn, too stubborn wallowing in their own filthy thoughts… Goodness I’m such a bitch.

3) What do you like to read about?

Most of the books I read are fantasy and adventure, to escape from currently horribly and stressful life, romantic horror and self-help books. I like reading philosophy books and books about different religions. Basically I like reading just about anything except those dumb chick fics, like books about popular girls and high school. I live it and find it annoying enough already, therefore I don’t need to read it.

4) What gives meaning and purpose to my Life?
Oh dear. Well, actually, I don’t really know. I could say I’m a romantic and believe in true love, but I’m also a pessimist and am sure it will never happen to me. And if it did already, my man is dead. *sigh* What gives meaning to my life… I am so lost in this one. My life has no purpose, no life has a designated purpose… but if I could say I had a purpose, it would be to make people think since I despise stupid people.

5) What are my talents and skills? How might I improve them?
As said above, my skills consist of:

Drawing/Painting: I can always take more drawing classes once I graduate. Maybe take a good figure drawing class, and once I have a job, be able to buy a good set of art supplies that I want. I currently am itching for a field easel, some oil paints, and of course a few canvases.

Writing: I love writing stories and ranting about my life like the over emotional teenager that I am. Also, poetry and songwriting is another thing I like, despite not being able to read music. Lol me, I just write lyrics. A way that I would like to improve my writing skills and my vocabulary (which I think is dying, courtesy of stupid beaners around me) is to learn how to write better essays. I hate writing essays, not because the essays themselves, but because I hate being unable to do something.

Singing: Well, the only way to get better at singing is to keep doing it, so that's just what I'm going to have to do. lol.

Cooking: I love food. No. I ADORE food! I like making it, and i like eating it, I like looking at it cuz it's pretty. Edible art. In order to become a better cook, I guess I'll just have to cook a lot and look at different ways to do it.

6) What do I most often daydream about?

I mostly daydream about the stories or rpgs I'm in, like how I can develop the plot further or what my character will be doing next.

In Which I Write About The Eeyore Effect

The Eeyore Effect

In Benjamin Hoff’s The Te of Piglet there is a chapter called 'The Eeyore Effect'. In these pages Hoff views a development in which an increasing number of people are becoming more negative as time ticks by, shooting down and smothering the growth of those people smaller and weaker than they, (whom Hoff calls piglets). Like he says about Eeyore, “There is something in each of us that wants us to be unhappy… It contaminates the mind behind the expression, with negative energy, and spreads outward, like a disease.”(Hoff, 54) Those that are miserable want to make others just as depressed, thinking that theirs is the only right way, the realistic way, never accepting that reality itself is made by how one interprets it.
In the part of the chapter to which I relate with the most, he explains how one's educators, whether being a real teacher or one with supposed knowledge, can actually inhibit the growth of the learner. They push negative information on children; how there are problems in the world that can't be fixed. They tell the learner how helpless they are, and then the children themselves become bitter and angry, successfully producing only more 'Eeyores'. “The Eeyores are… eliminating what they consider unnecessary… Art Creative Writing, Drama, and so on-classes that help students observe, reason, and communicate as well as keep their spirits and the left sides of their brains alive,”(Hoff, 72) in essence taking away their ability to live their lives fully.

It is all because of the modern romanticizing of all things negative. Society slaves away to uphold the appeal of deathly thin super models, violent movies, and music filled with vulgarity and then complain that society is becoming more rotten and immoral by the day when in truth it’s all their pessimism that breeds more of itself, spreading from person to person like a black plague of so-called realism. A reality without imagination and creativity, trudging away to the dull acceptance that one’s life is never going to get better because they just don’t try.
I was once a 'Very Small Animal' like piglet, during my childhood, and like him there were some 'Eeyores' that constantly put me down. I was surrounded by this type of personality in several people, telling me that I would never amount to anything or mocking my achievements. Because I let myself be influenced in this way, I believe I matured far more quickly and negatively than I would have in other circumstances; in other words, becoming like 'Eeyore' myself. Before that time in my life, I had never been such a pessimistic person. On the contrary, I was one to always look on the bright side of things. And looking back on it while reading this book, I realized back then that I still had a chance to better myself. I didn’t have to lower myself or submit myself to the gloominess of these Eeyores in my life. Little by little, I tried letting these things go as I read what Hoff was writing about, and I began trying to not be Eeyore-ish myself. Trying to look past the negative, and instead of seeing obstacles trials, see them as opportunities to grow and build a personality. Because as Hoff says, “Without difficulties, life would be like a stream without rocks and curves-about as interesting as concrete.”(Hoff, 58) It worked for a while, though when I finished reading the book and put it back on the shelf, I quickly forgot these Taoist teachings of respecting one another, and went right back on my old ways of cursing my bad luck and the people around me instead of thanking the heavens for the things I had that were going right.

Which adds another example of how persistent negativity is in our culture. It just keeps coming back because we let it, and we let it back in because we are used to it and accept it as the norm. But the problem is not with how much pessimism and negativity there is around us, but with the problems perceived by society, “They believe the negative and not the positive and are so obsessed with What’s Wrong that the Good Things in Life pass them by unnoticed.”(Hoff, 59) Like these people I was so preoccupied with my problems that I didn’t appreciate my gifts until they had left and all I had was a past full of mistakes to look back on, adding to my pessimistic, “realist” attitude.

However, reading this book once again, I come to find that I have another chance to see the brighter things and no be dragged down by the muck around me. Because as Hoff says, “respect… is sinking like the Titanic-and consequently, so is the state of the earth, the family, and society.”(Hoff, 79) I don’t need to add myself to the already corroding and depressed masses of society. I know now that I have the opportunity to start a new cycle, a cycle in which everyone is kind to each other and helps one another become better themselves.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

In Which...

I became a butterfly amongst the broken glass.
Flutter fragile Glasswing dreams
Let visions cloud my mind.
Open my eyes
There is the end of sight.
Close off my heart
That is the way we start.
Tell me
You love
The way I live for you.
I Sink into the song-like warmth that you left behind
flutter fragile Glasswing dreams
Let visions protect my mind
Close off my eyes
caccoon myself in sounds
of your silent heart
wrap these crystal wings around us
wait for the end to start.
Tell me
you love
the way i sleep for you.
One day I'll wake up
to meet you in the past.
I love the way you wait for me.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

In Which Men in Tights is the Most Beautiful Sight I've Ever Seen~ (12/ 7 / 08)

Wow, this is from a very long time ago, but I feel like I must post this or feel horrible about not speaking about the most excitingg part of December!

I know, I know... What kind of girl likes to see men in tights, right? Well I am here to say, that it is, without a doubt one of the hottest things in the world!

This weekend, I and the rest of the Vocal Ensemble went to perform at the Alex Theatre in Glendale. The performance itself wasnt that bad on the first day. We wore our red dresses, while the guys wore their cumber buns... really i dont know why they have such a strange name...

Any way Here are the glorious pictures of the ballet taken by my choir teacher:

((The Snow Fairy, or.. I dont remember her name...))

((The Nutcracker Prince and the Sugarplum Fairy... i dont get whats so special about her >.>))

((There we are!! Of course our choir teacher didnt take this himself, him being in the picture...))

((this was outside in the lobby... and it was cold. Im the only one wearing glasses))

Friday, December 5, 2008

In Which December 1st Marked the Beginning of a Stressful Week

As stated in the title, I have had one of the most stressful weeks of the year. Although I can say that not everything about the week was bad, one could even say that it was a very exciting week, but I will argue to say that: what comes up must come down. I had some very high points to the week, but also had some very low points.

Monday (12/1/09)
I woke up extremely excited that morning because we were going to go to court as a field trip for my government class. Of course, I, wanting to take as much time getting ready to go, woke up half an hour earlier and turned on the coffee maker. The smell of this elixir of life woke me up immediately... or so i thought. In my still drowzy state, I had decided to wear wedges to court, thinking that since I would most likely be sitting down the whole time, I wouldn't have to worry about my feet hurting. Ohoho boy, was I ever wrong.

Not only did I forget to actually take the coffee i had so painstakenly prepared, but my feet began to hurt right about the time we got to court. When I cared to check i found that the shoes had rubbed my toes raw to the point where one of them was "skinned." Not a pretty sight and more painful than it seemed. But I'm not mexican for nothing, so I sucked it up all day until we finally came back to school around 5th period. Then, I let myself go and went crying to the nurse like a baby. My feet were bleeding by then. Smartie me. Of course, I called my mom and she came to pick me up, bringing the best, most comfortable shoes I have ever bought. Thank you L.A. I hobbled back home with my mom and brother, taking the bus and all that, and finally was able to rest and put my feet up.

Tuesday (12/2/09)
Nothing much happened that day besides me being in too much pain to put on my shoes. I promised myself on this day that i would never wear heels again. Let's see how long that holds up.

Another field trip day, only this time for vocal ensemble. All of us went to the Calabasas Country our formal attire, meaning we had to wear those hideous red dresses. From what I hear, they were the best looking ones... though I wish they had come in black. Oh well. Red is the color of Christmas, so I guess it's ok. Anyway, The actual field trip was very entertaining. Even for us, who were supposed to be the ones entertaining the older folk, but We had fun. We were given LOTS, and i mean LOTS of sweets. I almost got a stomach ache from all the cookies and brownies i ate, but the ladies were very amiable and we all had fun singing with the elderly. One of the ladies even started crying because we "looked so cute." Too soon, though, it was over, and we had to return to school, though we did take a lot of group pictures, even a few "religious" group pictures which were very funny. We got to school on time for 6th period so I had fun on the computer for one hour, and then went to Merchandise class.

The most horrible day of the week. Again, I forgot to bring my coffee to school, so I practically fell asleep in class..actually i did. My friend had to wake me up. In my psychology class i found out that my "partners" had told the teacher that I hadnt wanted to participate. How far from the truth their statement could be... They never gave me the opportunity to participate, always wanting to do the psychology experiment after school, when i had made it clear that I was unable to because of my after school class. Did they care, of course not. I asked them if we could do the project on the weekend but no, they wanted to hang out together on saturday, so they ended up doing it during lunch without telling me. And i even went so far as giving them my email so they could send me the information and i could neaten it up a little, but they never did, saying that it was because i was absent... like that has anything to do with them not emailingme.

Anyway, the teacher gave me only a few more days to do my own experiment by myself, when they had a whole month to do it together. Thanks a lot. Very helpful. Though i di appreciate the chance, it was a very small one for something i didnt do. I hate the living. lol.

Actually nothing special happened, besides me waking up with massive amounts of pain in my back and stress. Thanks a lot, "partners" I hope your christian god gives you your's. Now I know that i sound like a childish whiner, but it really pisses me off, and i still am pissed off. Although I cant wait to go to the ballet tomorrow, I am stressed out so fully that anyone tapping me on the arm has me jumping a mile in the air. I will not have time during the weekend to do my project though the teacher says that "it only takes an hour." Yeah? well how about actually getting help to film myself doing the experiment. If I'm lucky I wont have to take a picture of myself, though i now I'll be too busy at the ballet to take pictures anyway. Goddess give me patience so I dont go bonkers on God's people. Why are Christians still out to get us?

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

In Which...I am sick!! Oh noes!!

Just as the title says...I am sick. *gasp*On friday I woke up with the most horrible backache I've ever had since I fell out of that tree in sixth grade...and that's saying a lot. Well anyway, I braved through this ordeal over the weekend, stoically taking the horrible as bravely as possible.

The end of the weekend, though, brought a whole new set of problems, mainly getting ready for school. Not only was I being attacked by agonizing back pain, I was also coming on with the flu! ..or a cold, or whatever... The bottom line is that neither is pleasant...and just befor Thanksgiving, too!

But I promise I wont succumb to this bug! I will bravely stare the sickness down, and I will triumph, using all the Wiccan powers I have!...including eating lots of onion and hot peppers.

And for another poem I wrote during breakfast...

His eyes reflect like mirror shards
lost by the Snow Queen.
He is beautiful
but only seeing the ugliness of the world
he shatters every time
You take him.
Mosaic of my breaking love
my breath ghosting over
eyes as sharp as glass.
Perfect seeing only evil
ice flowing through his veins
until they reach his heart.
He becomes mine.

Saturday, November 22, 2008

In Which...

Let's look up at the sky together
holding hands, holding...
I can see the horizon from far away,
the blinding sunlight over us.
Close your eyes and see the sun
through the eyelids of our dreams.
Butterfly rainbows
dove feather clouds
Carrying us over shrouds
of doubt and out to sea
on ships with sails as white as snow.
Because we're holding hands, holding...
And your smiles are enough
transcending over tragedy and grief
your tears and sweat rewarded
as we look at the horizon
traveling to the horizon
on our ships with sails as white as snow.
We are almost there
so lets keep holding hands,
laughing and praying that they dont sink
before we get to see the next sunrise
with our eyes closed.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

In Which *GLORY* My Internet (...) Is Back

And therefore I will finally post pictures that i took yesterday. This is a typical day in the life of me, Vivi.


... and my asian slave! no lol


*huggles both of them* Break-dancing beast!
Oh my god~ Im so scary, she was horrified lol She's so nice

Hola! Me llamo Dora!My sweet Dark liquor

XD ...please... you must take pictures!Hiro! no, its not

. lol cutest couple in the whole damn schoolmy secretary!

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

In which I lose another ounce of my patience and move one step closer to committing mass murder from a neurotic breakdown. (11/18/08)

Once more it seems that my family is out to institutionalize me, because unless they really are clueless, then I am just crazy. I know that I have no patience for people, and teachers and my friends will tell you this straight out. I don’t like you. Why else would I spend my days writing in search for the deeper meaning of people’s idiocy?

Well this is beside the point…or actually right on point. Most teenagers go home after school relieved, seeking to relax from a stressful day of classes, nightmare-inducing teachers (or so they say. In my opinion, they should just suck it up and move along), and the drama of teenage life (O-M-G she said what!?). I on the other hand, dread coming back home. It is not that I have abusive parents or anything like that, its just that they literally drive me crazy. As literally crazy as one can get and still be able to write cohesively.

Now I will tell you what happened today: I come home from fashion merchandising class, hungry, tired, and hoping that for once, someone home had listened to me and cooked the leftover ground beef I had left in the kitchen on Sunday. Yes it has been two days…Goddess help me Mrs. West. Needless to say, my wish was not granted, and once I asked my mother if she was going to do it, she just answered, “Cook it then.”

Did I mention I was hungry and tired? So I, in my tired confusion, asked my grandmother, with all the subtlety one uses with a kindergartener, to roll up the ground beef into little pieces and cook it in a pan. Then I went to go take a nap. What does my grandmother do? Certainly not what I asked her to. She mixed in chunks of onion and tomatoes into the meat and then came to wake me up to tell me that there was something wrong with the meat.

Besides being two days old, what else could be wrong with it, I wonder? So I go to the kitchen, grouchy and still tired, and can you blame me? So I tried to salvage the mixture of ground meat and gigantic chunks of…whatever, essentially doing what I asked her to do for me. Can you believe she wanted to put baking soda, into it? The meat, however, was not in the mood to cooperate, sticking to the pan, crumbling away and leaving burnt pieces of onion, not even trying to retain any resemblance to a meatball.

By now, all forms of patience are dissolving, like the meatballs I’m trying to cook, and I notice that my grandmother, in all her apologetic glory, sits herself down and starts doing crossword puzzles. That was the straw that broke the camel…or in my case, penguin-rabbit hybrid’s back. “You know what? You do it!” I declared, throwing the spatula down, “You had the brilliant idea to add to my recipe. You know so much about cooking to defy my methods. You can finish this!” In Spanish, of course.

By now my grandmother is giving the whole, ‘I will do anything you want, I am just a poor old woman’ act, and that aggravates me all the more. But just because I have given up on cooking the disaster of a meal myself, doesn’t mean I will let her have free reign, otherwise, there wouldn’t be much of a meal left. Now I will say, my grandmother is not a bad cook. She really does know what she’s doing…with recipes she’s known forever. But give her something new, and it’s a recipe (pun intended) for disaster and another debilitating headache. She was going to use oil to cook the meatballs. Oil with ground beef!

Another cause for headaches? People who question the reasons for my racism against my own ethnic group, Latino Americans, and prejudice against the clans of stupid people at school just piss me off to no end. All the complaints about drama, so called teenage romance, and the unfairness from teachers is enough to make me sick. I’m not saying I’m above drama. I have had fights with fellow students, and did get punched in the face over petty anger on my part. But you know what? I let it go. *Audience gasps* Seriously, I know we were both in the wrong, and I was the one that lost…badly, I admit.

But the grudges, the smack-talking, the gossiping, the sheer beaner-ness of everything is to say the least, tiring. Have a horrible teacher? Ever tried to shut up and let the teacher actually teach? And if that’s not it, then suck it up, cuz they hold your grades in their hands and can tip the scale in your favor toward success or away into working night shifts at Wal-mart. Have drama? Take your head out of your posterior and look around at the pretty flowers, because I guarantee its not as bad as you think it is…unless you’re pregnant. Then you got to hit yourself upside the head for being stupid enough to have sex in the first place. And the much laughed at and most idiotic comeback: “But I love him!”… Just no. Shut. The. Heck. Up. Because you’re killing my much needed brain cells. You were raped you say? Day after pill, oh martyred one. Jeez.

Enough ranting… All I have to say in the end, is that I learned a new lesson today. Do not expect stupid people to understand the meaning of life. Do not expect stupid people to suddenly grow some brain cells. And most important: Do not let stupid people drag you down into insanity. In the wise words of Ron White, “You can’t fix stupid.”

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

In Which a Lacking Internet Renews My Creativity (11/17/08)

Ironically the lack of internet has renewed my creative flow. Today I was able to write a whole page of a project that I had left on the backburner since middle school. Not to say that I think having no internet is a good thing, on the contrary, I feel the pangs of withdrawal every few hours and I still miss my roleplay partners.

In light of my new vigor for writing on this project I was unable to write a well though out blog for today, besides it being another normal day. As always, my computer teacher is somewhat neurotic so I will not be writing long blog. I do not want to be caught and have my head disattached from my body and the rest of me dismembered for being on the internet (porn).

Monday, November 17, 2008

In Which The Boredom Continues… (11/16/08)

And still the Internet (porn) does not work. My mother and I are so bored that we decided to clean things. Imagine… We are doing housework *collected gasps*

Therefore, in order to relieve boredom, my mother has been sending me to run errands. Which incidentally, always end up with me being followed by some unknown male. Like today for example. I went grocery shopping. All went well, as I got everything I had on the list, maybe going a bit overboard and having to leave some things behind. Otherwise I was able to get a good 90% of the things listed. I had a good cashier, also because the line was not long, or nonexistent. The cart gave me a little trouble on the way home, and as I was passing by a bus returning children from Sunday school, too. Coincidence? I think not. It seems the Christian god is still out to thwart us pagans in the world,

Well, anyway, as I was coming back home from grocery shopping, tugging along a goddess knows how heavy cart, when this strange guy comes along and asks me if he can help me. Now I’m not a prejudice person…ok yes I am, I don’t like Mexicans, and this guy had Apocalypto and cholo written all over his face… and his neck, and back, and arms…So I just smiled and went my merry way, trying to keep a safe distance. Imagine my surprise when he walks right up to my apartment building and opens the door for me… talk about awkward. Then he helps me take the cart down the stairs without breaking the eggs. All this was done without me saying a word, as, ironically, I’m very adept at acting like a mute. Turns out the guy is friends with the crazy dude next door who does drugs and threatened to kill everybody in the apartment building. Who says my judgment is flawed?

In Which The Fires Of My Land Silence Me… (11/15/08)

Because otherwise, I’d be online talking up a storm, looking up colleges, role-playing, or looking for anyway out of this god-forsaken… I admit it; I’m a nerd. But anyways, imagine my surprise when I woke up to smell ash up my nostrils…not very pleasant. Not only that, but somehow the fire made it so the Internet (is for porn), the television, and the telephone don’t work. So there’s no possible way to communicate with anybody unless I go outside. If you know me you know that is not an option. I don’t talk to my neighbors. I am cut off from society. Oh the tragedy.

So I have no way to vent now. No way to explain how awesome my night was yesterday. I mean, I went with two of my friends after classes to a curry restaurant. Though I can’t help but feel a little bad because I always end up mooching off of them. But we always have fun in the end.

Anyway. One would not believe how bored I was all day. It seems there really not much to do on the computer when there isn’t any Internet (porn). I keep wondering if maybe I should have gone to the library, but my recent incidents with sunlight-induced headaches takes away my doubts. I am not an outside person. Or I am, but only if it is dusk or its so cloudy it might as well be evening. I hope I’m not one of those vampire kids, but then again I figure I’m not otherwise I would already be becoming paralyzed or something. Thank goodness I am not, then. But back to the subject of how bored I am.

What angers me the most is the fact that the day right after I started this blog, the Internet (porn) decides to bite the dust. Meaning, of course, no updating of the blog. Until then, I will keep writing on my word processor and post these blogs once my net is up and running. Vivi out.

Friday, November 14, 2008

In Which Stress Attacks The Mind

Now as most teenagers know, high school is filled with stress. Whether from the actual school work or from relationships that don't go exactly as planned, every person, even outside of high school has their fair share of stress, and I am no different.

I had not really complained about stress throughout most of my life, being a sort of laid back(lazy) easygoing person. Though now I am assaulted by the tornado that is college applications and the search for financial aid. I am not going to go all out and say that I'm poor, though at school I usually make a joke of my financial problems, but I will go ahead and say that I need all the help I can get to make it into college. I do not want to end up living off of welfare for the rest of my life or sharing an apartment with my mother. The strain on trying to become independent without mooching off of her in the meanwhile is enough to start giving me migraines...literally.

Now the start of my stress induced headaches came about sometime in the beginning of the year when I realized, Hey, I'm a senior, I have to go to college next year...imagine that. Well, anyway, this shocking revelation led me to the college office, where i dove into the haystack of colleges, researching and trying to figure out just what I want to spend the rest of my life doing as a career. I, who was used to just following instructions, had to go out and figure stuff out for myself. Talk about being out of my element.

First of all there's the problem of actually deciding on what career path to choose, whether culinary arts, since i love food, visual arts, since I like to paint, draw, etc., Music, because I like to sing, Literature, for my love of writing and reading, photography, because I like... well photography, or becoming a teacher because I like to torture small children...That was a joke. Anyway, there's the rush of finding your major so I can actually go to college, then there's the rush on finding a college.

I'm not going to say that I hate community colleges, but I know that If I start there, I will never get out of that. I know myself. I'm easygoing (lazy), passive, and don't like to stress too much(which makes my current predicament all the more stressful... and of course the family doesn't really help) So I really want to hurry up and find the college or university where I will be happy for the next four years, learning what I need to know to enjoy the next fifty or so years of my life. It's just that, the headaches make me giddy.