you'd know that I enjoy blasting 80's music while I do the dishes.
I can't put down a book once I start it.
earphones gross me out.
I've never kissed anyone.
I have a horrible sense of direction.
sometimes I can't sleep because I'm worrying about nothing. everything.
I' terrified to speak at the open mic. final.
I am extremely lazy, especially this last term; I've lost all motivation.
I enjoy going to the grocery store.
I am a horrible dancer.
I love Disneyland.
my family is really disappointed that I decided to stop playing volleyball.
I just saw the new Godzilla movie and Godzilla rocks.
I have scoliosis. And I just had to look up how to spell that. that's embarrassing
I rarely cry, but when I do it's the controlled, silent kind.
my dad just threatened to spray mustard on the clothes that my brother left in the bathroom. That's not really relevant but I think it needed to be said.
I don't make things happen. I hope and wait for things to happen and that needs to change.
I don't really know how to talk to people.
I wish I could get tan. #gingerprobs
my room is a complete disaster right now, but I can't bring myself to clean it.
I love to go on walks. By myself and with my mom.
I don't actually know how many more days of school are left. #clueless
I don't know why I've been using hashtags in this post. #feelsright
I didn't graduate from seminary...
I regret quitting the piano, but I'll never tell my mom that because she said I would eventually feel this way.
I reallllly enjoy food. #eatingtapiocapuddingrightnow
I can feel myself being annoying, but I cant't stop with the hashtags. #sorrynotsorry
I didn't learn my ABC's until the end of second grade. My parents said I was more interested in singing songs about flowers.
I don't think my boss likes me.
I have other homework to do tonight, but I ain't gonna do it.
there was a time in ninth grade when I didn't really have any friends. I dreaded lunch time.
I never wear my retainer. #shizjustgotreal
I don't usually talk about myself.
Sunday, May 18, 2014
Sunday, May 11, 2014
I Remember
I remember feeding the ducks breadcrumbs in the pond by our house in Murray.
I remember the lady with the three dogs that scared me, so I hid in our laundry room.
I remember getting lost at Cornbellies and nice ladies helping me find you. You were wearing a yellow shirt.
I remember reading Junie B. Jones late at night when I was scared.
I remember summer days when all I did was ride my bike.
I remember the Thanksgiving where Connor and I both wanted the wish bone. He got it and I cried, but you still gave me my wish. A barbie.
I remember watching Freaky Friday and School of Rock an insane number of times.
I remember crying when you didn't bring me home any Panda Express.
I remember the day that my Grandma Pat died.
I remember when I wanted glasses in third grade, so I faked the eye test and pretended like I couldn't see.
I remember absentmindedly singing the line, "if I ever lose my hands..." in Moonshadow by Cat Stevens when there was actually a person without a hand standing next to us on the bus.
I remember getting cornrows on the cruise we went on and it looking extremely hideous.
I remember doing weird experiments on worms with Chloe.
I remember dropping my tamagotchi in the toilet and being devastated.
I remember the lady with the three dogs that scared me, so I hid in our laundry room.
I remember getting lost at Cornbellies and nice ladies helping me find you. You were wearing a yellow shirt.
I remember reading Junie B. Jones late at night when I was scared.
I remember summer days when all I did was ride my bike.
I remember the Thanksgiving where Connor and I both wanted the wish bone. He got it and I cried, but you still gave me my wish. A barbie.
I remember watching Freaky Friday and School of Rock an insane number of times.
I remember crying when you didn't bring me home any Panda Express.
I remember the day that my Grandma Pat died.
I remember when I wanted glasses in third grade, so I faked the eye test and pretended like I couldn't see.
I remember absentmindedly singing the line, "if I ever lose my hands..." in Moonshadow by Cat Stevens when there was actually a person without a hand standing next to us on the bus.
I remember getting cornrows on the cruise we went on and it looking extremely hideous.
I remember doing weird experiments on worms with Chloe.
I remember dropping my tamagotchi in the toilet and being devastated.
Sunday, May 4, 2014
Sunday, April 27, 2014
I'm kind of over getting told to throw my hands up in the air #sothere
I hate talking to distant relatives at wedding receptions. It's the same conversation over and over again. What are your plans after high school? What college are you going to? What are you going to major in?
It made me distinctly more aware of the fact that I am graduating in a month and I don't have any clue what I want to do.
I should have just gathered everyone together and told them all at once ,"I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M DOING. SO THERE. "
Wahoooooooooo
It made me distinctly more aware of the fact that I am graduating in a month and I don't have any clue what I want to do.
I should have just gathered everyone together and told them all at once ,"I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M DOING. SO THERE. "
Wahoooooooooo
How to Make Important Decisions
1. Identify all of your options.
2. Make a pro/cons list of each option.
3. Look at the list.
4. Realize that you still have no idea what to do.
5. And that this will determine the course of your life.
6. Aggressively tear up pro/con list paper.
7. Die a lil bit.
(rage)
2. Make a pro/cons list of each option.
3. Look at the list.
4. Realize that you still have no idea what to do.
5. And that this will determine the course of your life.
6. Aggressively tear up pro/con list paper.
7. Die a lil bit.
(rage)
Sunday, April 20, 2014
Sunday, April 6, 2014
The Rose that Grew from Concrete
by Tupac Shakur
Did you hear about the rose that grew
from a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature's law is wrong it
learned to walk with out having feet.
Funny it seems, but by keeping it's dreams,
it learned to breathe fresh air.
Long live the rose that grew from concrete
when no one else ever cared.
I love this poem. He uses the rose as a metaphor for himself and the concrete represents his trials and all his negative circumstances. He grew into a "rose" despite his circumstances and that makes me believe I can do anything.
This poem inspires me.
And it makes me jealous.
Did you hear about the rose that grew
from a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature's law is wrong it
learned to walk with out having feet.
Funny it seems, but by keeping it's dreams,
it learned to breathe fresh air.
Long live the rose that grew from concrete
when no one else ever cared.
I love this poem. He uses the rose as a metaphor for himself and the concrete represents his trials and all his negative circumstances. He grew into a "rose" despite his circumstances and that makes me believe I can do anything.
This poem inspires me.
And it makes me jealous.
Sunday, March 30, 2014
The Pictures on my Wall
I'm looking at the pictures hung up on my wall.
Some of the people in them I barely even talk to anymore.
And I look really happy in this one where I'm posing next to a statue of a walrus, but I distinctly remember that I was annoyed because I discovered that my little brother had eaten all the hi- chews right before the picture was taken.
I wonder how many times I've actually smiled because I was genuinely happy in a picture.
We say we take pictures because we want to remember the moments.
But maybe we're just remembering what we wished the moment was.
And I think that's not even why we take pictures anymore.
Now we do it for likes on Instagram or Facebook.
And that's kind of sad.
Some of the people in them I barely even talk to anymore.
And I look really happy in this one where I'm posing next to a statue of a walrus, but I distinctly remember that I was annoyed because I discovered that my little brother had eaten all the hi- chews right before the picture was taken.
I wonder how many times I've actually smiled because I was genuinely happy in a picture.
We say we take pictures because we want to remember the moments.
But maybe we're just remembering what we wished the moment was.
And I think that's not even why we take pictures anymore.
Now we do it for likes on Instagram or Facebook.
And that's kind of sad.
The Duck at the Pond
The breeze makes the water slowly ripple towards the shore.
I see one lone duck
Wandering around next to the shore.
It won't go any further.
It stays only by the familiarity of the shore.
Now I see a group of five other ducks.
They're making their way toward the middle of the pond,
Exploring and experiencing together.
But still, the lone duck stays
Next to the shore.
And here I stay,
Alone, never venturing past the shore.
I can't leave the shore and I don' know why.
I see one lone duck
Wandering around next to the shore.
It won't go any further.
It stays only by the familiarity of the shore.
Now I see a group of five other ducks.
They're making their way toward the middle of the pond,
Exploring and experiencing together.
But still, the lone duck stays
Next to the shore.
And here I stay,
Alone, never venturing past the shore.
I can't leave the shore and I don' know why.
Thursday, March 27, 2014
Some of the Best Things
- Dancing around in the kitchen to Disney music while your English classmates are taking a vocabulary test
- Taking a nap by the fire on a snowy winter day
- Pretending you're in a music video at night while singing along to a sad song as you glance out the window into the darkness
- Going to the movies and eating popcorn and milk duds
- Popcorn
- Milk duds
- Being home alone
- Sleep
- Laying outside while the sun is beating down on you (and not getting sunburnt)
- Laughing
- Finding someone who hates the same thing as you
- Grandma's chicken noodle soup
- Knowing that you only have a term left of high school
What My Bones Said
My bones told me to use them. They work so I should use them.
They told me to get my butt off the couch and climb a mountain. And run. And dance. And ride my bike. And skip. And walk.
To Move
I think I forgot that they are there. I have bones inside me.
I remembered I had a bone in my arm that time I broke it while riding my bike; it's interesting that they told me to move and in doing so I hurt them.
That bone in my arm eventually healed. It works fine now. Bones heal with time just like any other kind of pain.
I was hesitant to ride my bike again after I broke that bone in my arm. But they told me to "move" even after I hurt them.
So I did.
And I guess that's kind of what life is about.
My bones want me to do things. My bones don't want me to take the easy way through life.
My bones told me to move. To keep going.
My bones want me to live.
They told me to get my butt off the couch and climb a mountain. And run. And dance. And ride my bike. And skip. And walk.
To Move
I think I forgot that they are there. I have bones inside me.
I remembered I had a bone in my arm that time I broke it while riding my bike; it's interesting that they told me to move and in doing so I hurt them.
That bone in my arm eventually healed. It works fine now. Bones heal with time just like any other kind of pain.
I was hesitant to ride my bike again after I broke that bone in my arm. But they told me to "move" even after I hurt them.
So I did.
And I guess that's kind of what life is about.
My bones want me to do things. My bones don't want me to take the easy way through life.
My bones told me to move. To keep going.
My bones want me to live.
Sunday, March 16, 2014
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Saturday, March 15, 2014
Disco Sucks
Things end.
Things that I love end.
And that's annoying.
My childhood ended when recess ended.
And my friends started saying, "Lets hang out" instead of "Lets play"
And people laughed when I said I wanted to be an artist. "That won't get you any money"
My Grandma's life ended two years ago.
I didn't hug her or tell her I love her enough.
And my Grandpa didn't remember how to live in a world without her.
Cancer is the worst.
Kohler's ended.
Now it's Ridley's and I don't know why that makes me mad, but it does.
Friendships end.
And it seems lately that more people are going than coming.
Freaks and Geeks ended after 18 episodes.
To whoever is responsible for canceling it: I hate your guts.
"Hey, Bill. Get up. That's how that drummer from Led Zeppelin died."
Things that I love end.
And that's annoying.
My childhood ended when recess ended.
And my friends started saying, "Lets hang out" instead of "Lets play"
And people laughed when I said I wanted to be an artist. "That won't get you any money"
My Grandma's life ended two years ago.
I didn't hug her or tell her I love her enough.
And my Grandpa didn't remember how to live in a world without her.
Cancer is the worst.
Kohler's ended.
Now it's Ridley's and I don't know why that makes me mad, but it does.
Friendships end.
And it seems lately that more people are going than coming.
Freaks and Geeks ended after 18 episodes.
To whoever is responsible for canceling it: I hate your guts.
"Hey, Bill. Get up. That's how that drummer from Led Zeppelin died."
Sunday, March 9, 2014
What Am I Afraid Of?
I'm afraid of growing up and becoming a fat lady who never does anything. I think that could easily happen to me. Sometimes it's easier just to eat and watch netflix and never leave the house because that would require moving and interacting with other humans. Yeah I think I'm going to grow up into a fat lady who never does anything.
I'm afraid of not doing anything important in my life. I keep hearing that a single person CAN make a difference, but I hope I'm smart enough to know what I want my difference to be and brave enough to actually do it.
I'm afraid of the dust in my attic. And in the places I can't reach.
I'm afraid of the dark.
I'm afraid of crossing the street.
I'm afraid of time. Because I know that it will go too fast.
I'm afraid of all the stuff I don't know. And all the stuff that I don't know that I don't know.
I'm afraid of what people think of me when I chase my horribly naughty dogs around my neighborhood with meat in my hands to get them to come back inside.
I'm afraid of the seizures that the older one of those horribly naughty dogs has on a weekly basis. And how much time she has left.
I'm afraid of my parents dying. I don't how I could function in a world without them.
I'm afraid of being forgotten.
I don't think the question is what am I afraid of.
What am I not afraid of?
I'm afraid of not doing anything important in my life. I keep hearing that a single person CAN make a difference, but I hope I'm smart enough to know what I want my difference to be and brave enough to actually do it.
I'm afraid of the dust in my attic. And in the places I can't reach.
I'm afraid of the dark.
I'm afraid of crossing the street.
I'm afraid of time. Because I know that it will go too fast.
I'm afraid of all the stuff I don't know. And all the stuff that I don't know that I don't know.
I'm afraid of what people think of me when I chase my horribly naughty dogs around my neighborhood with meat in my hands to get them to come back inside.
I'm afraid of the seizures that the older one of those horribly naughty dogs has on a weekly basis. And how much time she has left.
I'm afraid of my parents dying. I don't how I could function in a world without them.
I'm afraid of being forgotten.
I don't think the question is what am I afraid of.
What am I not afraid of?
Sunday, February 23, 2014
IHOP
There's something about being at IHOP after 12am that makes for deep conversations.
We talked about our childhood. We talked about why we are the way that we are. We talked about our dreams. We talked about our fears. We talked about our beliefs. We told funny stories. And we laughed. We talked about our mannerisms. We talked about our future. We talked about our interests. We talked about our parents. And our grandparents. We talked about our siblings. We talked about music. We talked about places we want to go.
We talked about life.
And we ate pancakes.
I guess that's all we really need: Deep conversations and all you can eat pancakes.
Thursday, February 20, 2014
This Made My Heart Melt
Sunday, February 16, 2014
Careful
Being a careful person I don’t experience too many injuries or awkward moments.
I never slide my shoes across the ice when I walk into school like some people do on winter days.
I drive the speed limit and I always wear my seatbelt.
I think about what I say before I say it, many times not saying it at all.
I don’t enjoy jumping on the trampoline because I’ve heard too many agonizing stories about people getting hurt on them.
I do these things because I’m afraid of getting hurt, of making a fool of myself, of failing.
Some might say I’m overly cautious and they may have a point.
I never slide my shoes across the ice when I walk into school like some people do on winter days.
I drive the speed limit and I always wear my seatbelt.
I think about what I say before I say it, many times not saying it at all.
I don’t enjoy jumping on the trampoline because I’ve heard too many agonizing stories about people getting hurt on them.
I do these things because I’m afraid of getting hurt, of making a fool of myself, of failing.
Some might say I’m overly cautious and they may have a point.
Love is...
I'm trying to think of something profound to say,
but the truth is I HAVE NO IDEA.
I've never come close to being in love. But I imagine it would feel like you could be yourself around that person. Tell them the fragile things that you hide deep inside, close to your heart. And they would share theirs too. And you would both protect each others fragile things.
I imagine that the person you love would help you reach your dreams and inspire you to be a better person. And you would do the same for them. But they would also be lazy with you so you'd watch a whole season of netflix in a day together.
I imagine that when you love someone, you spend the majority of your time together laughing. Laughing at things that aren't even that funny, but they seem like the funniest things ever because you're together and you can't help but let your smiles burst into laughs.
I don't know if I'll ever find this kind of love. The kind you can be yourselves. The kind you can help each other reach dreams and also have lazy days. The kind you will laugh so hard your stomach hurts on a daily basis.
Who knows. Like I said, I HAVE NO IDEA. Maybe that kind of love doesn't even exist.
But I sure hope it does.
Sunday, February 9, 2014
Thoughts
It amazes me how long two nine year olds can be entertained by a big red exercise ball. My little sister and her friend are playing with one right now and being very loud.
It's hard to be nice to solicitors on the phone. I tried to do it today when someone called about selling magazines. I listened to everything he had to say and then he asked me how I wanted to pay for these magazines and I said I actually didn't want to buy any.
In hindsight it probably would have been nicer if I had just told him from the start that I didn't want to buy anything and not wasted ten minutes of both of our lives.
I love the fire. And drinking tea by the fire.
I watched the first, second, and third Harry Potter movies today with my little sister. Yes, I did have other things I probably should have been doing, but at the time Harry Potter seemed more important. And I don't regret that decision.
I don't want to go to school tomorrow.
I Miss
I miss running around with my little friends while my brother and his little friends chased us with ladybugs.
I miss being fascinated with everyone and everything.
I miss never having to do anything that required responsibility.
I miss making and playing with that goopy, squishy stuff that I forgot the name of.
I miss riding my bike around my neighborhood over and over again and never getting tired of it.
I miss the show, the land before time and how I thought a T- rex was actually called a sharp tooth.
I miss making forts.
I miss playing that game where the ground was lava.
I miss the way I trusted easily.
I miss drawing pictures with crayons.
I miss being fascinated with everyone and everything.
I miss never having to do anything that required responsibility.
I miss making and playing with that goopy, squishy stuff that I forgot the name of.
I miss riding my bike around my neighborhood over and over again and never getting tired of it.
I miss the show, the land before time and how I thought a T- rex was actually called a sharp tooth.
I miss making forts.
I miss playing that game where the ground was lava.
I miss the way I trusted easily.
I miss drawing pictures with crayons.
Sunday, February 2, 2014
Humans are weird.
We gather around our TV's and get excited when big guys in helmets and pads run the ball over to the end of the field. I was one of those humans today.
We pick other humans that we like and then we do stuff with them.
Sometimes we like to take care of things that aren't humans, like a dog or a fish or something for fun.
We care about what things look like, sometimes more than what they do.
We try to be better than other humans.
We fill rubber with helium and tie a string on it when it's someones birthday.
Water comes out of our eyes when we're sad.
Our lips point up on the ends and our teeth show when we're happy.
Sometimes we care about other humans and do nice things for them.
We make mistakes. A LOT.
Sometimes we move our bodies around when we hear music.
Humans are weird.
And thats all I have to say.
Sunday, January 26, 2014
I guess I'm gonna have to write
Hi.
I'm the kind of person who goes to barnes and noble for 3 hours on a Saturday with my little sister. I did that yesterday and I was in heaven. I bet people are thinking oh she likes to read so she must be a good writer. Nope. False. I have always struggled with writing, probably because I never write. But now I'm in a creative writing class. So I guess I'm gonna have to write.
My favorite foods are soup and mashed potatoes. Soup because it makes me feel cozy and I can eat bowl after bowl and still feel hungry for more. Mashed Potatoes because we always have it on Sunday and it tastes good with gravy.
I love going to Costco. I don't really know why. I guess it's because I like eating the samples and everything is bigger there. Also they have really soft blankets.
I'm terrified for college. I can't believe this time next year I will be there. I'm terrified that I won't make friends. I'm terrified that I'm not smart enough. And I'm terrified that I won't be able to function without my family. But I'm also excited for the possibility that I will have a great time! I always picture myself becoming instant best friends with my room mate and having amazing adventures together. With my luck I'll probably end up with a weird girl who steels my stuff.
So there you go. Those are some facts about me. Hope you enjoyed it. Actually I don't really care. Jk. I wish I didn't. I don't really know what I'm doing. K bye.
-Dora Wyatt
I'm the kind of person who goes to barnes and noble for 3 hours on a Saturday with my little sister. I did that yesterday and I was in heaven. I bet people are thinking oh she likes to read so she must be a good writer. Nope. False. I have always struggled with writing, probably because I never write. But now I'm in a creative writing class. So I guess I'm gonna have to write.
My favorite foods are soup and mashed potatoes. Soup because it makes me feel cozy and I can eat bowl after bowl and still feel hungry for more. Mashed Potatoes because we always have it on Sunday and it tastes good with gravy.
I love going to Costco. I don't really know why. I guess it's because I like eating the samples and everything is bigger there. Also they have really soft blankets.
I'm terrified for college. I can't believe this time next year I will be there. I'm terrified that I won't make friends. I'm terrified that I'm not smart enough. And I'm terrified that I won't be able to function without my family. But I'm also excited for the possibility that I will have a great time! I always picture myself becoming instant best friends with my room mate and having amazing adventures together. With my luck I'll probably end up with a weird girl who steels my stuff.
So there you go. Those are some facts about me. Hope you enjoyed it. Actually I don't really care. Jk. I wish I didn't. I don't really know what I'm doing. K bye.
-Dora Wyatt
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