That's basically how I've spent most of this year. And the occasional sporadic bursts of writing.
But that's all in the past now. I must put aside such childish pastimes and become a Proper, Full-Fledged Adult.
In other words, I'm going to college.
As in, away.
From my home. For the first time. For six months.
At this moment, I am teetering between excited apprehension and sheer unadulterated panic, because heh, WHAT DO I KNOW ABOUT BEING ALONE.
Well, that's not entirely true. I know quite a bit about being alone. I'm alone in my room at home. I'm alone at parties, reading a book. I'm alone outside, where I shouldn't be. But alone at a school with a thousand other kids who don't know me and aren't morally obligated to put up with me like everyone else I know, well, that's a whole 'nother ball game.
If I knew how to use gifs, I'd insert one here to show you my current feelings of panic. Maybe some day. When I have a Tumblr. Lord knows when that'll be.
I take this very seriously, because my parents are taking it seriously. This is time and money for them and I can not take their trust and finances for granted. So come August, I'm going.
I really don't want to have a panic attack on my blog, so here's something else that has Nothing Whatever to do with my upcoming departure.
Mainly, my fairy-tale board on Pinterest.
Those who know me know I love fairy-tales. I wrote a thesis on it in high school, about how Cinderella is one of the universal stories of folklore everywhere. Nearly every culture has a some variation of a Cinderella plot, and I had fun doing research for it like you wouldn't believe. So this particular board is one of my favorites, because I use all the fairy-tale motifs I know of to write the captions for. Unlike the boards I use for my own personal writing projects, it doesn't bother me as much to know people repin them and keep the captions, because fairy-tales belong to everyone and if they inspire someone, then I have no complaints. Here is a pin or two that I'm pretty proud of:
|lips, hair, skin. was this worth killing for, she wondered.|
|half women, half bird, they sound like crows when they laugh and owls when they scream.|
|the mirror does not lie, she tells herself, the mirror does not lie. and the reflection laughs when she turns her back.|
Over & Out,