Emerson

I've been a very busy bee lately about colleges, and amongst my searching I came across this - Emerson College. It's a college in Boston, MA, that specializes in communications, editing, fine arts, etc. And hey, if you know me, you know it's a very good fit.

So I told my mom about this unique find. She had never heard of it, and when I asked her what she thought about it, she said (and I quote), "I don't think so."

CRUSH!!! Not even a chance to explain anything about it. I mean of course, I understand it is slightly out of the question and out of our price range (eight times more than the schools I've been planning on), but still, to completely throw out the idea without even a second thought. This is a prestigious school, and it's as close to Ivy League as I can get (with an ACT score of 25 anyway).

So much for being open minded. I mean, I know she's just trying to be practical, and I'm not mad. I just think it shouldn't be shot down without rightful consideration.

I think I'll apply for it anyway. You never know.

We're Baaaaaaaack!

Well, we just got back from another vacation. It was good. I do have some pictures and some writings I worked on while up there, but I'm too lazy to upload them right now. Maybe tomorrow...



Well, if you were wondering about that contest with Stephenie Meyer - it got cancelled. More specifically, she cancelled. I'm actually not too surprised. It's a busy week for her. But still, it would have been really awesome to get to interview her. Oh well, what do ya do?


Time to unpack - unfortunately.

OH YEAH!

So I have some exciting news to share...


TEN POUNDS!!!


WHOO-HOO!!!!


I DESERVE SOME CAKE... (JUST KIDDING!)


HOW MANY MORE TO GO?

Are You Ready?

Okay, I've tried to hide my excitement about this for a while, but with the time going by so fast this summer, I've learned to accept the inevitable.


BREAKING DAWN IS ALMOST HERE!!!

Really, I haven't had time to think about it lately. But as of a few days ago, there's this contest thing on 101.9 THE END. Parker is giving three people a chance to interview Stephenie Meyer when she calls the show on July 29. So I emailed him trying to convince him why he should pick me, and that's when I got really excited. I also read the first chapter of Breaking Dawn. It didn't really reveal anything, but it still has me thinking A LOT about it.


Pathetic, I know, but whatever. Who cares?

(New Story Part 3) Remnant Whispers

(If you haven't been keeping up on this, here are part 1 and part 2)




Small talk? From me? Slightly pathetic, I know. But what was I supposed to do? All he really seemed to be interested in was telling me what I didn't know about my house.

Whatever.

After a few hours of organizing, stacking, and unpacking boxes, I noticed it had gotten dark outside. I became resolved about the fact I had made a big enough dent on my unloading vocation, and walked into the kitchen to a small, blue cooler to dig out a can of Dr. Pepper. The combo of carbonation and caffeine was a relief to my senses after feeling and smelling the dry, scratching cardboard all afternoon.

I had chugged a quarter of the sweet fluid before I started hearing noises. I stopped to listen. Upstairs. Dragging sounds. And footsteps. Who would be up there? I had been the only one in the house all day.

The hero in me that was hypothetically supposed to be working hand-in-hand with my womanly ambition was nowhere to be found. My feet were filled with concrete, and my heart throbbed resonantly against my chest. I did nothing except listen.

After several seconds, silence. “Petrified” was about ten times less what I was experiencing. Therefore, I still didn’t move my feet. Stillness settled over the house, and slowly, I started to regain my, now very shaky, bravery.

Knock! Knock! Knock! After flinching very violently, I realized the knock was at my front door. Scratch what I said earlier about my courage – I was entirely distressed.

My First Artistic Expression

my first artistic expression was the first fiction story i wrote. i had known through a teacher that i had some talent when i put experiences on paper. being the brave, little ten-year-old i was, i decided to experiment with writing a little more. i sat down at my computer, thought about an idea, and letter by letter, word by word, a story was written. it took a couple of weeks, but finally, i finished it. by this time, school had stated up again, and with that, the reflections contest had started as well. i said, “what the heck? i’ll enter; what’s there to lose?”

a few months later, the school had an assembly to announce to winners of this contest. the thought came nowhere near my mind that i had a chance of winning. well, i listened during the writing awards and needless to say, they called my name. that’s when i realized maybe i did have a talent for this; maybe in a way, i was an artist learning how to express herself.

Bryce Canyon

Vacation

Ahhh....


Finally. I really need this, even though it's only going to be three days.



Still.



:)

What I Was Thinking About Today

(Turn off my music first!)

(Hannah, we have to watch this movie again soon!)