Spring break is steadily approaching. In all honesty the next four days just wont be fun. The whole time will be spent worrying about this book report I have to do tomorrow and how on earth I will finish my architecture projects. Then on top of that I need to find time to go to the doctor because somehow I've found time to get sick. Germs do not fit into the schedule. And since I haven't allotted time for germs, friends, sleeping, or fun, I decided that I might as well re-live the ghosts of spring breaks past. Starting with the cruse which really wasn't spring break but deal with it.
First stop: Aruba and St. Thomas
Enjoy because you wish you had gone there.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
We do it all the time. In math class we wish for it to be lunch. At 11:11 we wish for our hart's desires. But I wondered why do we do it? We know it wont come true and we know we're just setting ourselves up for disheartening failure. It's a constant battle we cant win, on one hand we do want these things we are wishing for and we want to do anything possible to get these dreams to come true but, we still try to avoid the inevitable disappointment that comes when the clock reaches 11:12. Take me for example, truth is I've never been happy with myself (save your nonexistent pity for a homeless cat) I always find myself wishing i was someone else. I mean there are some things I like but, there are always things that I wish were different. For one I wish my Saturdays were more interesting, but no, I'm sitting here in front of my computer blasting Radiohead out of my ipod substitute writing something on my brand new blog. But hey maybe next weekend will be more interesting, oh wait! It will be because I'll be in, wait for it, Disney. The freaking happiest place on earth. Namely I will be spending most of my time in the wizarding world of Harry Potter searching for a time turner for Katie. But now I'm getting off topic. The second thing I wish revolves around looks. Now don't think of me as some vain shallow teenager. I'm really not. But truthfully I'm surrounded by beautiful people everyday. My friends are some of the most beautiful people I've ever met, inside and out, despite their sometimes odd behavior. And then there's me, nothing remarkable, nothing special. They may try to convince you otherwise, or maybe they wont. Truthfully though I know it doesn't matter and I know that there are more important things in life (like Harry Potter) and its my not-so-newyears resolution to stop wishing for silly things and to look on the brighter side of life. I promise to any one reading this, if there even is someone out there reading this, that these posts will not be silly winy things about how life sucks, because, honestly it doesn't. Life is great, hectic and not to mention beautiful.