Starting Line

20 days. There are 20 days left before my first day of High School... Only three weeks. Minus a day. I honestly can't believe it. Am I nervous? Not really... Excited? Hell yes.

The only thing I'm not looking forward to is how on-the-ball I'm going to have to be. In middle school, I did a lot of slacking... but High School is the real deal. My parents' goal for me in life is to go to one of the "family colleges". We have legacies everywhere- my family is a compilation of doctors, scientists, and lawyers. Tough standards. Anyway, I'm not talking about state colleges or even little Ivy League schools. They could care less if I get into Yale or Dartmouth. All they want is for me to attend Harvard, Stanford, Princeton, or Oxford. It's hard, but I think I might be able to do it if I stay completely on top of my game in high school. I'm already on the right track. In 8th grade, I got a head start by taking Algebra I and French I. And I aced my finals.

I guess I'm just kinda nervous because I've never really tried in school. It's always been easy and boring, so I just let the assignments slip away. The hardest part will be breaking the habits I've already established- laziness, procrastination, and bad priorities. We'll see.

Until school starts, I have a lot planned. I'm heading to Boston on the 24th and don't get back until the 30th (the day before school starts). And I won't be back until the late evening... so that could pose a problem... I'll be shopping like a madwoman there, yay!

I got a haircut yesterday at this upscale salon downtown. It looks great, I have to say. I'm becoming a little narcissistic about it. I think it's just because I'm so used to having a mess of long, tangled hair. It was dubbed "the lion's mane", which fit it well.

I'm trying my hand at slam poetry... It's either slam poetry or straight up rapping. Either way, it..'s pretty sweet. I'm not ready to show anything yet.. maybe someday.

Well, nothing else is really going on. That's just a brief update on my life. No point, really. But I'm going to play golf right now. So, laterrrr. (:

zzCuriosity Kills

Writer's Block... =(

Well, its been a while. But here I am- coming to you from my FAVORITE blogging location. Can you guess? Bet you can...


STARBUCKS! Along with my favorite drink, of course: caramel frappuchino. Grande. I'm getting my hair done this morning... Getting at least 5 inches off. It's really long right now, so that's not very much.

Anyway, over the past few weeks I've been suffering severe writer's block. My poetic self seems to be shifting... I've just run out of ideas. My poetry style is definitely classical. I write dark, mysterious stuff and it almost always  rhymes. Here's an example:

Lost

Lost in a sea of endless troubles
Locked in a room without a key
Brain is frantic, sick with what'll
Surely be the end of me


Lost in an hour of dark despair
The clock is growing slower still
My heart is caving in- a tear
Is reaching down, in for the kill


As my life comes crumbling down
Lies broken, like my trembling heart
I gather up the strength I've found
For at last, I shall depart


Not my best work, but you get the point. My creative process is a little bit different than most's. I come up with random, lyrical lines randomly- in the shower, watching TV, lying in bed at night.... I can't stop thinking about them until I work them into a poem. The line I began with from the poem above was "Lost in an hour of dark despair". But recently, I haven't had any inspirations whatsoever. I have writers block, for the first time ever. So, about 10 minutes ago, while sitting in Starbuck's, I decided to try something new... It took me about 2 minutes to write this poem- my first attempt at a more "modern" work. Maybe, it will inspire more and turn around my writer's block. Maybe, it's a total failure and I should never try modern again. Maybe, my life as a poet is over. But maybe, it's just begun.

Rose

High heels strike the cement with fury

The earth quivers again

Tall, elegant, she walks the street

Hair unwavering in invisible bonds

Lipstick the color of her name- Rose

Eyes fixed in place, she dares not

Crack a simple smile

I only saw her for a moment,

That’s all it took

Fierce, beautiful, she walks

Never looking back


xx
Curiosity Kills!

Ahh, Peace and Quiet

So, I've decided to take the week and spend it at my lake house. I'm sitting out here on Lake Champlain every day, looking out at the water. There's no cable, so I feel like I'm living in Medieval times. Except, there's WiFi. Thank god. But it's awesome. There's so much to do... I've already been sailing, kayaking, tennis-ing, hiking, and swimming up a storm! It's like being at summer camp... without the rules.

What it really is, is a chance to have some peace and quiet. It's time to sit down and get cracking on my book! Woohoo!

Speaking of books, I brought a whole suitcase here (as I do whenever I go on vacation).
It includes these titles:
Percy Jackson 1 & 2
To Kill a Mockingbird
The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo
A Wedding in December
The Mysterious Benedict Society
Harry Potter 6 & 7 (re-reading)
..and a few more. I have heard only good things about Percy Jackson, and have been putting them off. All of my friends (and my mother) have been telling me to read them right away, but I'm just not into the whole greek battle scene. At least, I thought I wasn't. Then I watched the movie. I don't know if it was the plot that changed my mind, or the SMOKING HOT actor who played Percy. Either way, I've decided to give these books a shot.

And let me just say, HP are the best books. Ever. I've read a million books, and nothing has every come close to Mr. Harry Potter.

So that's what I've been doing. Reading, writing, enjoying. Better get back to that, actually.

xx

Curiosity kills...