A ridiculous amount of time has passed since my last blog, and to be honest I’m a bit ashamed. Let me bring you up to speed:

I have finished my junior year of high school and am now, unofficially, a senior! It wont be official until August 13th, 2012 (which is incidentally my dad’s birthday), when I register for school. The year has absolutely flown by. I can remember when I was in middle school and the year dragged on and on so I thought it would never end. As I got older the years passed more quickly, and this one…. I blinked and it was gone. I feel like I could close my eyes for half a second and reopen them to find myself standing on the stage, in front of thousands of people, accepting my diploma, and hearing Brad Brown call out my name. It’s a scary thought. But an intriguing one.

Speaking of life in general, I am currently upstairs in the study of my grandparents’ house (the house I grew up in), watching the rain pour, and listening to my grandma jabber away about Crossfit to my aunt. I don’t understand their obsession. I like being active most of the time, but only when it’s productive, not something viciously difficult and seemingly pointless like bench pressing or hand-stand push-ups against a wall. If I’m going to be active, I want to dance and create and be beautiful, not kill myself in a gym full of sweaty people who are only doing this so they can live past seventy. It’s an admirable goal, and I really am glad they want to live longer: I just want to find a better way to do so.

Unfortunately, my family doesn’t see it that way, and can’t understand why I don’t want to go back. It wasn’t too bad the first time, but she talks about it almost every day, and I know what they go through (I had an easy day of it, let me tell you, and I still didn’t enjoy it), and I feel like it’s some sort of occult the way she goes on about it, like it’s the best thing in the world. Call me crazy, but I just don’t see it that way.

Besides all that, I’m happy. I shadowed at a college orientation today just to see what it was like, and I felt like I was drowning in information, but it was interesting. At least I’ll know how to sift through most of it when I go to my own orientation…. NEXT YEAR! 

My sister has abandoned me and gone to the beach with a friend, but she’ll be back tomorrow night. I haven’t seen her in nearly six months. I can’t wait! 

I’m counting the days until the beach. Once I get there everything will fall into place and the world will be right with itself: at least for a week. Peace and the beach. That’s all I want.