In need of an opportunity.

I find myself feeling as if I screwed myself over, but then I realize to do so I would need the opportunity in the first place. I never had that hot guy chooses slightly too pretty to be a loser but still is a loser girl out of all the perfectly bitchy popular girls he could ever want fairy tale. I never really got the regular high school relationship one either. I kind of missed out on that picnic basket, but hey, it could be worse. I just lacked the opportunity. Who says I couldn't have flourished given the chance? Right.....?

Building the ark.

A hurricane is coming so I'm trapped inside until further notice. Unfortunately the ark wasn't finished in time and we wont be filing in two-by-two.

The end of something.

So it's over, four long and hellish years of hormones and bad hair. Now I'm on my way to the rest of it all. I hope I get my scholarship and my dream school. I hope I save money and travel in the mean time. Great things are on there way. Hopefully.

Chasing change.

My new thing is excepting the fact that everything will, and is going to change. It's a lot comforting to except that fact rather then remain in denial. I'm moving to New York for a couple months and I like to think it's my duty to go through a full transformation while I'm away from home. Also I got completely denied by this guy I really like so if I can come home hotter, more confident, and with a sense of purpose then I think I'm obligated to do so. If not for me, then for all the girls out there that got denied by a boy who works at a fucking movie theatre.