In a complete 180 from my last post, I want to write a teen blog post/mood board/life update on here today.
These last couple weeks have been crazy--and great.
Today is my third day off in a row. It's either menstrual symptoms or me going crazy from sitting in this house so much, but I've spent all day being a useless flop. In all actuality, I did get stuff done these past two days, but compared to the speed I've been running for the past few months, I feel pretty sluggish. Today I allowed myself a day to actually rest and stop thinking. I woke up early(ish) and went to Goodwill. I bought a Hydroflask for three dollars (it's the little things in life). I also bought a bunch of used books of poetry online last night. Mostly Blake, Shakespeare, other anthologies. I'm trying to get into it.
I finished second semester with all A's. This made me super proud of myself, because I wasn't able to do that last semester (same classes!). It's not totally an admirable thing because second semester is notoriously easier than semester one. Nevertheless, hooray!
Many of my closest friends (&bf) are seniors. They graduated in the beginning of the month, and it was actually really exciting for me. I expected it to be a sad occasion, but I just kept thinking about how exciting their lives are all going to be. A part of me felt sad about spending next year semi-alone, and this helped me make an ultimately gigantic decision.
I'm going to move.
With my mom engaged, and me now practically being an adult anyway, I decided to go through with moving to Long Beach. It's going to be a mini Brady Bunch family out there. I'll be attending an all new school, for only my senior year. It should be a positive experience. We'll live 20 minutes away from the beach. And a train ride away from LA. There's a lot of stress surrounding the future, but isn't that always true? I feel excited to start a new life over there. I don't feel like I'm leaving much behind in this desert.
Kylie helped me make the decision, because she really supported my new future, and the opportunities I'll get at my new school (including AP Art History and AP Comparative Politics!!). In accordance with all these changes, I cut my hair. First, it was impromptu and I did it myself. Using dull scissors with paint on the blade, I cut off roughly 4 or 5 inches. Three people noticed at school. Hello everyone, I was going for a mild Britney moment and I wanted you to notice it. So, I went to a real stylist and got 2 additional inches off. Spent 16 bucks and 2 days on it, and decided it wasn't enough. During a Friday night sleepover with Kylie, she cut off the final 3-4 inches. Finally! Something new!