My favorite movie right now is...

...Slumdog Millionaire.

Watch it.

Packing...again?

When I get back to Maine I will:

• Laugh obnoxiously with my friends
• Swim in the ocean, regardless of how cold it is
• Drive with the window rolled down and the music cranked up
• Drink too much coffee and read at Barnes & Noble
• Write a lot
• Daydream
• Enjoy the lack of humidity
• Go to the library
• Work at an outdoor with multiple screaming children *shudders*
• Rub it in my siblings' faces that they're still in school and I'm not ^^
• Visit my church camp and remember the good times I've had there
• Watch my high school friends graduate (hopefully)
• Miss my college friends a lot
• Celebrate mine and my boyfriend's one-year anniversary <3
• Breathe...then get ready to do the school thing all over again

New Blog. The Decemberists. The Final Countdown.

First order of business: If you're interested in my writing, I will be posting my stories, poems, and novels-in-progress on Mask and Unveiling, my new blog.

Second: Sierra and Erin introduced me to The Decemberist's album, The Hazards of Love. It's a gorgeous rock opera. All 17 tracks are on YouTube, so I strongly urge everyone to go there and listen to all of them in order. Do it. Now. You won't be sorry.

Lastly, keep me in your prayers as I am preparing for finals.

That is all.

[Insert Angst-y Title Here]

Tomorrow marks the beginning of Dead Week. Pfft, I already feel dead.

This semester has been much more hectic than I imagined it would be, and the past two weeks have been an academic nightmare. It's mostly due to my own procrastination (heh, last semester I told myself I'd never procrastinate again) so I'm getting what I've deserved, but it still stinks.

I guess what drives me the craziest is that I have this urge to create something, but most days I have neither the time nor the energy. And when I do feel energetic enough to write something, my self-consciousness gets in the way.

Lately I haven't had the time to read for pleasure, but the few times that I do read, I look at the author's work and feel inadequate. I go to a creative writing club every week and hear some pretty amazing poetry and prose, then what I've written just doesn't seem to reach that level.

Sure, everyone writes differently. Of course, we all have different writing styles. But when I hear something that really touches me or makes me laugh, I tell myself, "I want to write like that!" And I get discouraged because I know that I never will.

Story ideas don't come easily either, not when I'm preoccupied with trying to maintain the GPA required in order to keep my scholarship. Rather, the ideas do come, but they are never fleshed out because I don't seem to have the time to think about them in detail. I don't have time to solve problems I need to in order to get them on paper.

I feel that writing is my calling, but I don't write. How does that work? Yeah, I've written a few things that I'm proud of. Sure, people have told me that I have talented. But what good is that when I'm not doing what I need to be doing. It hurts not to write, and the only reason I'm writing this blog post is because I've needed to write something - anything - for quite some time.

Sorry that this is so angst-y. This is just where I am now.

Blargh.

This is a stressful few weeks for me.

...

This song makes me feel better.

There's only three weeks left of school, and time passes in such a strange way. I feel like it's moving slowly and all too fast at the same time. I want to be home with my family and friends, but I am not ready for finals week. At all.

On the bright side, I saw "How To Train Your Dragon" - in 3D!! Oh...wow...that movie was amazing. I'd venture to say it's the best movie Dreamworks has made yet. GO SEE IT.

Epicness

There's just something both indescribably beautiful and completely terrifying about the sound of a thunder/hailstorm mixed with the sounds of solo piano music. A tornado passed near my hometown, and I'm relaxing with my boyfriend, listening to music and the sounds of rain, thunder, and water leaking into buckets on the floor.

Last night I saw Avatar - FINALLY!! Ohman...I don't even know where to begin. I was pretty much blown away, though.

Um...it's late, and although I have a lot to say about the epicness that is Avatar, I think I'll stop here. It's a cool movie, though. :)

THREE REASONS WHY CELLOS ARE AWESOME.

I thought I'd start Spring Break off on a good note (no pun intended) and share some lovely videos featuring amazing cellists.

"The Final Countdown"

"The Godfather - Love Theme"

And saving the best for last..."Don't Stop Believing"

Enjoy!