Writing A Memoir

You might think this is a joke BUT

you're wrong. I'm going to do it.

So, cliff notes version, we have this

"Bucket List" due in English. I just put

down I wanted to write a memoir. But

I really didn't think I would. I just couldn't

think of anything else to write, that I wanted

to do. So, here I am. Ready to write 

a memoir of my life thus far. Who knows

how it will go, but I think I need to do this. 

I want to call it "Me, My-self and...God." 

I want to write about how I'm going to

make myself, or rather, re invent myself. 

I want to write about life thus far, and life

coming up. I don't want to hold anything

back I just to publish it all. Let it all 

out there. Give myself some closure, 

from both the ending of my High School

career, and from life itself. 

So here's to writing a memoir, and 

hopefully...finishing it. ;) 

Ciao!

This I don't know...but I'll try.

I'm excited. Yet...Frightened!

I can't do this, but I feel so ready. 

I don't know how to feel. 

I guess for now, I'm just going to indulge 

in every moment of it. 

I went to Prom...IT WAS FANTASTIC!

I went to San Francisco with my bestie...LOVED IT

Pictures to come (don't worry). ;) 

I went to my LAST choir concert...I CRIED a little. :') 

It was precious. 

Tonight I went to my Senior Banquet...SO FUN!

I thoroughly enjoyed it. 

I know that graduation is just around the corner, but 

I really don't want to come to terms with that, but I guess...

I must, but not now. Not tonight. 

All I know is I'm not going to cry. 

Nope, I refuse. Crying is not on my itinerary. 

Anywho below is some poetry to express my feelings 

about all this change.

OH, and this great video of an Acoustic version of

"Poker Face," but the won-der-ful Idina Menzel

and Lea Michele in Glee...give it a listen

...you know you want to. ;) 


 "Blissful nights. Silent love; my fear comes from up above.
Stolen memories, and naked thoughts. Come with me. 
Let's not get caught."




  

My Muse

This is why I love...love...LOVE

Kelly Clarkson!

She is an inspiration.

I need to hear her, again.

I might die if I don't.

I mean really, listen to this, and tell me

that one of the greatest voices has been

on hiatus for too, too long!


AHHHHHHHHH


I'm gong to sleep now!


Enjoy!

If You Lift Me Up

 I don't know why I'm still here.

I have no idea how I have even

made it this far.

Someone above must love me--

a whole bunch--

I love life!

Truly, I do.

I love it, I love it!

Sometimes I fall. Sometimes I fail.

Getting back up though it what keeps

me smiling.

Thanks to all.

For blessing me, and keeping me grounded.

Without your love, your support. 

I would be vaporized. 

I thank you for keeping me lifted.

(I only hope I can lift you in return.) 

Hannah, you make me smile.

So, I don't do this. Ever! Although I don't think

it counts because I've only been blogging for like

two months now, but either way.

I'm posting another blog today.

Why? You might ask...well


Hannah Wing--only like the most amazing woman

put on the planet--inspired me to dedicate this blog

to her. So here goes it.

I love Hannah. She makes me smile like no one else

can. I mean really. She is a hoot and two-thirds.

Just thinking about her makes me cry, from laughing.

She's this beautiful red-head, with wonderful freckles

to decorate her magnificent face, and her style; is only

one of a kind. She has a heart made of platinum, and she

makes me want to go learn to fly a plane--it's been a life

long dream of mine for quite some time--that's how much

she inspires me! I love you Hannah Grace Wing. Now

and always.

Hmmm...I think I'll do this more often...(:

Prom, San Francisco, and Graduation...oh my!

So this week is going to be rough.

I have one AP test, math, and Prom all to

take care of! Oh, plus work! This year/ month

is going to be the fastest month of my life.

I can't believe it. This time a month from now,

I will be walking across a stage, saying Good-bye.

*tear*

Prom is going to rock!

San Francisco is going to be great.

Especially after those AP tests.

Then, it's my last choir concert.

Ah, so bittersweet.

Anyways...


COLLEGE...HERE I COME!