Journal Entry During the Break

Totally stoked. So finally the stress is over and we, as in the girls and I, found a condo for grad week! Ah, amazing!! For the past three weeks we've been searching site after site to find a nice place to stay that allows mature eighteen year olds to rent a condo/house. We've had many responses saying no we don't rent out unless you are twenty-five. Sadly, we aren't that old. This whole time I was thinking this is awesome I'm eighteen I can rent a place. Eh, not! Now I can't wait until I am twenty-five so I can rent out these awesome places. So anywho, after our long search for a nice place to stay and guy by the name Paul kindly said he'd rent out one of his condo's to us. So exciting it is and finally relieving. It became seriously stressful to us trying to find a place that would rent during the dates we could come down, rent to eighteen year olds, and that was cheap enough for our broke butts. Thank goodness this Paul guy came around and is really kind to us. He is letting us stay for the whole week at this awesome condo and its a great deal too. Plus we are right on the waterfront which means lots of tanning and lots of sandcastles..haha. I didn't think I was really going to go to Grad Week until finding this cool site that has amazing places to stay for a reasonable price. I'm so excited and I'm just counting it all down until the day we graduate then I'm set free.

Journal Over Spring Break?? What??

After sitting and contemplating on what would be good to write about for my spring break blog, I thought I could type about my break. Then I realized, nah that's boring because that's what everyone else is going to do, so I picked a new subject, something that happened over break but not what my break was about.

Images of all kinds take me to a mindset that's almost tranquilizing. When I see a black and white photo or a sunset/sunrise, I kinda melt. One image my friend saw that he described to me made me think of such a peaceful future. He was riding motorcycles with his what he calls buddies and he viewed a gorgeous site; or so that's what I picture. He was in the back of the line and all his buddies were riding in front of him down the straightaway up the mountain. The sun was setting between two other mountains and he was heading up. He told me he felt like he was starring into a frame of a picture being in the back and seeing this awesome site in front of him. As he described to me this image, my mind drew an increduble view, something I want to see in person. The view was priceless, no harm, just peace and quiet everywhere you looked. The suns red orange glaze filled the gap between the two mountains is squeezed into. The soft air of the sky created a content calm enviroment, like a shield protecting us from any violence. I can picture my friend sitting there on his bike looking out into the open view and all his surroundings. The site it priceless, its one of the images you'd cherish forever in your mind. The image my mind did draw made me stop and think about growing up. Yeah, and it even made me think of all the trips to NY and all the memories from there. For some reason any time I see a sunset I think of all the good times. I guess I'm a sucker for sunsets....

Journal Entry #3

"Honey don't forget the celery. My parents love peanut butter and celery cut not too thin not too thick."
Those were the encouraging words my fiance, Rufus said to me as I eagerly walked out of the house. Rufus's parents were visitng us for the first time from Chicago. I was so nervous to meet them. From past stories I've gotten the hint that his parents were quite hard to warm up to. Rufus grew up in a strict family setting, with his father originally from England and his mother raised in a Catholic setting home. The two sound completey impossible to break the ice with.
My nerves had gotten the best of me. Driving down the road I could barely focus on the traffic in front of me. I couldn't stop thinking of what I'd say to them or how I would act. I was more nervous about what I'd cook and how it would turn out for my future in-laws. I paced each aisle slowly debating whether to pick up this ingredient or that ingredient. There were so many recipes going through my mind that I'm pretty sure I ran the dessert menu and vegetable menu together, frosted broccoli.
As my nerves came to a calming state they were sprung back up my the sound of my cell phone ringing.
"He-Hello?"
"Hey honey, just wondering if you got everything you needed. Could you also stop by the coffee shop and pick up a gallon of coffee. The kind you bought isn't that great, my parents like the fresh stuff."
"Um. Yeah, sure hun."
Finally coming home to my husband busily cleaning the house I placed the thousands of bags of groccery on the counter. Pots and pans, mushrooms, meat, and celery tossed about the kitchen as I prepared dinner. Suddenly the worse thing happened, a knock at the door that was two hours early! I knew it, they'd come early just to torture me.
"Mom, dad, this is Amy. Amy this is my mother Mary and my father Arthur."
"Oh hello. So nice to finally meet you", I said with hesitation, "would you guys like something to drink"
The start of the ever so early evening began somewhat slow. I wasn't sure how to act and my I couldn't focus on the meal I was trying to prepare. It was time for dinner and as nervous as I was I walked out to the den and gave a notion to my husband.
"Um, mom dad its dinner time. You ready to eat?"
Nervously, I sat and watched them take a bite of my somewhat decent meal. Their eyes bugged out and began to chew fast.
"Is everything okay?"
"Who cooked this? This is amazing."
"I cooked the dinner. Thank you very much Mrs. Whinchester."
"Oh don't be silly. Call me Mary doll."
What? I actually warmed up to the parents on the first night. This is amazing. I was liked by the parentals and I cooked the dinner.

Journal Entry #2[eh..a little soft]

Something so dear and precious that hurts the most when broken. Its what I like to call love, or just your heart in general. Anything can make it twitch and throb but nothing more than bad news, aka heart breaking news. Through our lives people will step on, poke at, crush, and even rip our hearts to pieces. The good thing is there are simple things in life that can quickly piece these pieces together. It can be the simplicity of a smile, a hug, something to laugh at, or for some girls....chocolate. =] Love is a fragile subject for some and can be taken way out of proportion but we all have to know that no matter how old you are love will never fade. There will always be that someone who truly cares about you and will always cherish your feelings. Today you may not feel like you have someone like that, but really we all do. A happy heart doesn't have to be ignited through a love relationship it can flourish with the love of friend and the good times you have together. A heart can heal in time but it will never be as full as when you were first born. Love is something I hold dear to me and I won't let just anyone take it away. I guess you could say that it's quite difficult to really get to my heart. But, I know I have time to find that special someone and allow him to care for my heart.

Journal Entry #1

Something truly significant to me in my life currently would probably have to be my pictures in general. Especially of those that are truly close to me, like pictures from growing up in New York. Each image has a special place in my heart because of the memories that I carry with it. There are pictures of me and people I never get to see anymore or rarely talk to. It's hard to move away from all your family and see them maybe once or twice a year. Each snapshot of the past brings a smile upon my face everytime I look at t hem. The first year I moved to North Carolina from New York I began to become upset when I couldn't call my best friend and go play with her. I could only talk to her on the phone, but I couldn't physically see her and giggle when we did something stupid. A day after school I reached for my huge box of photos and began to shuffle through. The images were caterogized by people, like me and my best friend, me and my grandparents, and them some sort of random. I pulled out an image in particular, one of me and my best friend Lindsay the week before I moved. We both had our hair the same way, pulled in super tight pig tails and wearing out childish bikini's posing on her pool deck. The next image was the same day and we had our arms around each other smiling so brightly with the mouths full of missing second grader teeth. Since I'm pretty much a sucker for any sort of meaningful song, I heard a song a the radio that jogged my mind of all the awesome times we had together dancing, laughing, playing, dressing up, singing, and having the best sleepovers ever. Even though I was just eight years old my heart pounded and my palms began to sweat. I wasn't sure what was going on until tears started to pour down my face and I was actually having deep feelings. For an eight year old, I think I experienced some type of powerful emotion that usually only grown ups can experience. I will never forget the good times Lindsay and I had, especially when I have my photos to take me back to those days.

Journal Entry #4

Oh the fun of college. A new experience for young students to start fresh and start their life right. As for many, high school is where a lot of our wrong doing takes place. When we finally graduate we feel that a new beginning has come into play and we can change our outlook on life.
Although college has many downfalls, such as the partying, drinking, and getting introduced to new illegal things, there are many other great opportunities for students to be successful. Colleges offer many clubs and other classes that set students on the right path. Many of these clubs can formulate around those kinds of people that can make a difference in who you are. In addition to the clubs there are also the people involved in your dorm rooms. When applying for housing you can take a survey to find someone similar to you and your likings. This way you stay with a good influence instead of getting someone who isn't interested in the same things you are. ....to be continued.

Journal Entry #2

Senior Year 2008 is amazing. This year for prom my group has gotten together a double decker london tour bus just imported from London, England last semester. From my understanding the bus is red, just like a tour bus and the inside is getting decked out. The owner said he was going to remove the bus seats and place limo seats along the bottom. As for the top he has to enclose to top because it is illegal to drive one of those here. Plus it's out of our safety. All the girls have decided that we are going to make the boys sit on the top on the way there because we don't want to get our hair messed up(hahaha). Our group consists of exactly sixty people which seems like a lot but it's going to be so much fun. After taking pictures and then moving down the road, all sixty members of the bus plan on attending Manzetti's; a restaurant located in South Park. Thankfully, South Park is only ten minutes away from Embassy Suites, the location of prom. So if our dinner plans run a little late we will be just fine driving ten minutes down the road. We've decided to arrive early to prom, about twenty after eight because we do have like half of the prom on our bus. Afterwards, the majority of us would like to go out bowling or something just because we all know its going to be a late night for most of us. I'm just going to say this is going to be the greatest, (cross your fingers), prom ride ever. Yay for my Senior group getting this all together and I wish us all the best of luck!