I'm here in IL, sitting in my Twin's room, typing on her computer because I was stupid and left my laptop charger at home. XD
Okay, so yesterday I woke up and blogged a little and packed and everything, and then it was time to go to the station! My dad and I park, walk in, and go to the ticket station for Amtrak. I press the button like three times before my dad asks a policeman where the people are, and the policeman tells us to tap on the glass. So we do that a few times until my dad walks away a little bit and starts looking around. Just then I catch sight of a lady in an Amtrak uniform walking towards us with a coffee in her hand. She signals and calls out "I'll be right there!"
I pick up my tickets and that's when we start waiting in the correct line. Now, I've got my medium-size suitcase, my new laptop backpack (its awesome, so many pockets!), and my purse. This is my first time traveling alone, and my first time experiencing Amtrak's Thruway bus. After my dad gives some advice, he leaves and I'm standing alone. :D I was slightly paranoid, but gradually I relaxed.
It was ridiculous how long that wait was. The bus arrived late, and we ended up leaving 45 minutes after we were supposed to leave.
More later, peoples and tweeples.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Hello!! I've just started reading your blog, and the past several posts of yours have not only inspired me, but keep making me go "oh my goodness, I feel the same way!!" I enjoy how optimistic you are and am glad you wrote on the subject. I'm not 21 yet, but I can't wait to go wine tasting with my friends all over the place, it sounds so much fun, and Under the Tuscan Sun is my ALL TIME FAVORITE movie. :D You also mentioned that you've talked to people who have already been through the GeoVisions program? Would you mind putting me in contact with them? I'd love to talk to them about the legitimacy of GeoVisions, because it seriously seems too good to be true (and also just to talk about it all!)!! :D
I would have posted this as a comment to your actual posts but I guess my computer doesn't want to because every time I click it it won't let me!!
Thank you for writing and God bless,
PS: To my (two) readers, CurlyFry is Brandi, you can see her here. Read her! Follow her! Take her wisdom into your own life!
So that roadtrip that I talked about previously was cancelled, due to car trouble. Of course I was unhappy, and so was everyone else. And then Liz (the mastermind behind it all) had this idea--why don't we still get together for NYE? Just because there was no car didn't mean that we couldn't get together, especially since we both live near big cities (well, Indy isn't big but it is a city) that offer trains.
So I'm taking the Thruway bus to Chicago, and then we're off!!
Okay, so I'm off to pack because I didn't pack yesterday (I know, I'm crazy).
Oh, ONE MORE THING:
I got my permit. :D I am very very happy.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Merry Day-After-Christmas!! Or, if you're Canadian, Happy Boxing Day!! (For those of you who don't know what Boxing Day is, it's Canada's version of America's Black Friday, when all the big sales are out and everything. Thank you, Zach, for informing me of that and also putting up with my teasing.) NOTE: I have just been further informed that Boxing Day is also in the UK. Thanks, Charlie :D
So a friend of mine texted a mass text (I think) yesterday, the usual "Merry Christmas" thing, but this one was a tad on the depressing, unenthusiastic side. And I know that for many people Christmas is depressing and lame but c'mon, dudes, feel happy!! At least for other people, if not for yourself.
For about two months or more now, a friend of mine (bestie/supertwin Liz) has been organizing some kind of get-together road trip for the Christmas holidays/New Years, and I have to say, she's done an excellent job and I cannot WAIT for this upcoming Tuesday because that is when it will all start!!
If I can get a decent-quality video or pictures of the upcoming Epic Lightsaber Battle that will commence, I will post them. And of course us girls (Liz, Meg, and myself) are having a make over night at Meg's house in VA like the 13 year-old girls we are inside still, and that should be awesome funtimes. I forgot what else I was going to blog about today, I'm too distracted by other people talking to me and studying for my permit test, so I will blog tomorrow (hopefully) with more deep, hard-hitting topics.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
So that took a ridiculous amount of time. The problem with having x amount of gmail accounts? You lose track of which one you used to login to your blog, and that causes a virtual goose chase of searching each email account for words like "blog" and "blogger" and such.
So I mentioned in my last post that I would love to live abroad. Abroad as in, in another country (maybe that's the actual definition of abroad? Maybe I'm using it wrong?) or in my own country, America. As long as I'm moving or getting ready to move, I just want some kind of movement in my life.
So enter GeoVisions.org, with this amazing program called the Conversation Corps. And it seems too good to be true when they have a program that lets you become an Au Pair in France for the summer (or the entire year, each way it's only $750). Now, I didn't mention this earlier, I believe, but I was born to be a nanny. From obsessing about all the Babysitting Club books to babysitting my little brother to recently (the past four years) spending the summer with my sister and her growing family, helping take care of both newborns and toddlers. And when my sister and I were discussing what I should do with my life (teacher?), she mentioned that I should become an Au Pair.
So of course I was excited and thought that this HAD to be a sign from above, me stumbling on this website through a friend's recommendation.
And then I thought "Hmm. Too good to be true. I should check this out."
So I have been. I've been reading blogs from people who have participated or will participate in the programs GeoVisions offers, along with researching the "bossman" Randy LeGrant.
If this is legit, then I'm going for it. If not, then I'm going to find out what's up and report it.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
This road thing? It can be taken however you want. But my road is chilling in a random straw hut with a coconut drink or wiping the sweat from my dusty brow somewhere in Texas or walking through a small town where the signs advertising old little businesses are half disintegrated on brick building walls due to the new Walmart Supercenter.
My road is me, alone, being someone and picking up odd jobs to put food in my belly. I want to visit a small town and fall in love with a tiny cottage and live there for a year or two, painting and drinking lemonade on my little back porch.
I want my hair to grow back out to it's original blonde, long and in a million tiny braids like it used to be. I want my tattoos and piercings to tell a story.
I want to make friends all over this place.
And then I want to go to another country and do it all there, with those cultures and people.
Too bad you can't make money on that.
I'm young. I'm 19 as of August 2009, and I have a list of inadequacies that hinder me from talking about myself to strangers. But this is my blog where I tell all, so here goes.
1) I don't even have my permit yet. I'm almost twenty and unlike every other teenager in America, I didn't have an aching desire to jump behind the wheel as soon as I hit 15. That changes in about a week, when I become fully confident in road signage. I kind of need a license and car in order to fulfill my dreams.
2) I didn't graduate with my class. There was this senior project thing and I was never good with deadlines so I didn't turn in my research paper which meant I couldn't present my project which means I had to take summer school and there isn't a picture of me shaking the principal's hand onstage in my cap and gown. It says May 31 on the diploma, but I really graduated in July.
3) I've had exactly one job. I worked at McDonald's on Marlin Drive in Greenwood, IN for seven months, and when that had to be rebuilt I was transfered to the one a mile or two from my house and it sucked there so two months later I quit. That, however, is not the only reason I quit. Anyway. One fast food job, I wonder how that will look on my resume...
4) I'm not in college. I've been out of high school for two years (one and a half but I round up) and I'm just now seriously considering college. But I still don't really know what to do. Well. I know what I want to do but it doesn't particularly use much of a degree to do it and also the pay really sucks.
5) I never went to prom. I kinda wanted to, but at the same time, I didn't. I'd only known these people for two years because we moved from SC to IN my junior year, and honestly I'm not much of a prom-type person. I'm a ballgown person, I'm a dancing person, but I'm not a...prom person. I know that makes sense. Anyway, everyone tells me that I'll regret it, and that hasn't happened yet but I suspect one day I'll wake up with a rock of dread sitting in my stomach and realize that yes, I skipped prom, and yes, I do regret it all. My life would be so much better if I went to prom.
More things that make me weird/a bad person
(aka Things That Make Me Sound Depressing In My First Blog Post):
1)I'm a terrible friend. I don't really keep great contact with people because (and I know, this is horrible) I forget about them. Really. It's not that they aren't important, I just don't have that innate sense of keeping up with friends that most girls my age have.
2) I like being single. I know, weird.
3) I'm a total dork (not a whale penis, the other meaning). I love the geeky stuff, minus WoW and technological knowledge. I dork out over books and things.
4) I. Adore. Books. That's actually something I really like about myself, but it may seem weird to you, like it was to all my peers in high school.
5) I once belonged to Dork Club.
6) I wanted to become a director. Stage or film. But I lost interest in that after a while.
7) I made a terrible zombie movie.
8)I'm usually very indecisive. Lately I've been really trying not to be, because that hasn't gotten me anywhere so far.
9) As of this moment, I've been awake for twenty-two hours and sixteen minutes.
So there we are.
Tune in later when I talk about making my dreams come true and my shameless self-advertising of this blog so I have a semi-steady income.