we really can

we can do anything

Get Informed.

This is the first time we can vote in a presidential debate and I think that's a pretty big deal. Don't miss your opportunity to get informed (or at least a little). I'm not saying you have to read every newspaper clipping about the election, just try to learn the basics. We FINALLY have a say, we are the future generation, this is our time to make an impact. Sure, one vote doesn't mean a whole lot, but it counts for something. For all our Pennsylvania viewers, we are a swing state. Our vote might really count! I have never been interested in politics. I'm still not very interested but I am making an effort to watch the debates. The first one helped me immensely. I feel more confident in my vote. I know what I am supporting. It's an hour and half of your life. Just watch at least one. This is the person who is running our country... pretty important if you ask me. Tonight, tune in to watch Paul Ryan and Joe Biden battle it out. Don't know who those people are? Then you should REALLY watch. This is our country. We have a say. We have a vote. Use it.

I'm in love alright with my crazy, beautiful life.

My school is great.

My room is great.

My friends are great.

My boyfriend is great.

Life is great.

hi guys

i realize i haven't posted in a while, so i would like to take this time and give a shootout to the mail man! three cheers!

A Stitch in Time

Last year for my birthday my grandma took all of my old running shirts while I was at school and cut them up to make a quilt out of them. I've always wanted a quilt like that, but for some reason I was kind of hurt by her actions. I felt like she had gone through my diary without asking. I have a strong emotional connection with those shirts, as I'm sure most runners do. I think I was also distraught because she didn't have time to actually make the quilt so she just handed me a Walmart bag full of my torn up memories. She didn't even make them all the same sizes. Why would she not make them the same sizes? 

I still have the bag of t-shirt scraps in my closet. My grandma and I said we would get together and finish the quilt. But I have never made the time and she probably forgets about it and the bag of scraps gets pushed further and further into the shadowy back of my closet. The back of my mind. 

Sometimes when I run I forget where I came from. I forget how horrifyingly sucky I was. I forget 9/10 meets. I forget when my PR was 7:22 for the mile. I forget that defeated feeling you get when you're behind the rest of the pack and all you want to do is quit. I forget the pity cheers from your teammates. I forget the fast girls having to circle back around to pick you up because you fell behind...again. I forget a huge physical, mental and emotional building block of my life.

Today I found that bag of scraps. I'm still not sure if I'm over my grandma cutting them up. The poor woman didn't know she was cutting up my life. But finding that bag made me realize just how far I've come. How much I owe to running. I think I'll call my grandma and ask her when we can finally make the quilt. It's time to sew my life back together.

A Smile

A smile for the classmates who got me through the day

With a goodbye at graduation they won’t make it all the way.

A laugh at all the memories that will never fade,

I will never forget all the true friends I have made.

A sigh for the foolish drama made in the past few years,

Now I see that the arguments weren’t worth the tears.

A high five to the girls who worked with me all season long,

Through the grueling workouts, together we kept strong.

A hug for my family, we bicker but you always come to my aide,

At the end of the day there isn’t a single thing I would trade.

A nod to the ones who have hurt me for you have given me strength,

Realizing the people to keep close and those to keep at arms length.

An apology for the ones I have hurt and the mistakes I have made,

I am learning and fixing, truly sorry this came a bit delayed.

A wink for the boys of high school, time to say goodbye to your charm,

Sorry for the hurt, I never meant to do any harm.

A handshake for the people who have shaped who I am today,

A million thank yous will never seem like enough thanks to say.

A wave for the people stuck in this town, I hope you find a way

To chase your dreams and live life to the fullest every day.

I wrote this after high school and it has been trapped in my laptop for much too long. better late than never?

I actually got real advice from a cookie?

"The world is a beautiful book for those who read it" 
I got this message in a fortune cookie a while ago. I've kept it in my journal since then. Today I realized that I have been stuck on the same page for a while. Maybe even the same sentence. I don't do anything with my life really. There are so many more productive, exciting things I could do with my time, but I choose to do nothing. I just sit. And eat. I'm wasting my life waiting for my life to happen. It's stuck in my mind that when I get a real job and have a family, life will begin. But my life doesn't start then, it started nineteen years ago. I'm not reading the book that is the world, I'm just looking at the pictures. Skimming. It scares and concerns me. So I guess instead of spending my time ranting and blogging I should just go live my life now...

Coulda, shoulda, woulda

There are things I should have done,

Words I should have said,

Phone calls I should have made

Emails I should have sent

To make the extra effort

And take the next step.

Standing still, feet in cement,

I did not push myself forward.

Tangled in my own life,

Blind to other’s needs.

To be a better daughter, sister and friend,

To put a smile on someone’s face

And brighten their day

But I chose to do nothing.

And now I am left wondering why

Why I chose to sit back.

Why it continues to be the same.

Awkward Physical Contacts

Sometimes you can't avoid the awkward situations life throws at you.

Thoughts from space out of my mind...or something like that.

Has there ever been a movie about another planet that has humans or human-like creatures that find out about Earth and try to communicate with us? Because there should be. It's obviously the most realistic sci-fi plot out there. We are one planet, in one solar system, in one galaxy, in an infinite space; chances are there is another planet with life on it. Sometimes I freak myself out when I think about this. How minuscule we really are in comparison to space. It really changes your perspective. I think it's healthy to think about sometimes. Gets the mind juices flowing.

Also on my lack of posting recently:          

Confidence

I realize how lazy I have been lately and I am here to apologize. I mean posting pictures and links... would it kill me to write a few words of my own? Well, here it goes:

     With the local high school graduation happening last night, I have reflected a lot on who I have become this past year. It's hard to believe how much I have changed. Last year, all I cared about was track and I was terrified of the future; harder track workouts, more intense classes, the fear that I wouldn't be as smart as everyone else and the party scene. I was unsure in myself.
      This year, my study habits have improved immensely and with one year under my belt, I have realized not to underestimate myself. I can keep up with the rest of the class. Track workouts proved to be manageable. Actually too manageable, now I want the challenge I feared. Track has become less of priority. Competing at a whole new level, I forget the reasons that made me love track in the first place. Although, I remain positive and continue to search for the feelings I felt last year. This year rather than leading me to medals, track has led me to my best friends. I have realized who has my back and who doesn't. In college, there isn't much guesswork involved. I hold onto the people who care and let go and move on from the people who don't. As far as the party scene goes, I've definitely adapted. This change might be seen as negative but I believe that I am still the same person as last year and partying has not strayed me from knowing what is really important in life. I still see the best in the people I meet. I still know whats truly important in life, my family and friends. I still remind myself that I have boundaries and don't allow myself to be taken advantage of.
      Last year, I would have never predicted all of this. Although, with all these changes, I realize, I am happy. I walk around school grateful each and every day that I am blessed enough to get this opportunity to learn at a school as prestigious and beautiful as Boston College. I am blessed with friends who care about me as if they have known me my whole life. I am confident in those few high school friend that have survived the year, confident that we will survive many more. I want to seize all opportunities Boston College presents me and graduate a well rounded person who knows what she wants in life. Although, I don't have my next four years mapped out. I've realized that it's okay. Last year I was scared but everything seemed to fall into place. This year, I am still scared when thinking about my major but what separates this year from the last is that I have courage and faith in myself. I believe that I will make the right decisions and figure my life out. This year I have confidence.

This is Love.

http://vimeo.com/38033654

sorry to be so cheesy, but i like this.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zsY6UrFIsNs

What are you waiting for?

Put me into drive

I'm looking for that spark, have you seen it?

I lost that drive, those fiery eyes to move forward.

Looking to rebuild but I don't know where to start.

Quick, someone throw me a map.

I'm getting desperate and will try anything.

My internal GPS has stopped working,

I seem to have forgotten the way.

The road is much much longer but

I can't help but drift to the side.

Maybe this is just the long way,

is there hope to find my way back?

feelings

if you feel good about something, don't ignore it!

and if you feel bad about something, well that probably means something too.

This is the now generation

"My space is your space,

Facebook is the new place

Dip divin' socializin'

I'll be out in cyber space

Google is my professor

Wikipedia checker

Checkin' my account,

loggin in and loggin out.

Baby I want it... now."

- Black Eyed Peas

Its crazy to think of how reliant I am on technology. We are so lucky to have access to it but sometimes I am ashamed of how much I use it. I'm that girl that is always on her phone, updating Facebook, reading my email, texting or tweeting. I feel lost if my phone dies, its pathetic... I'm aware. I think all this technology ha

s made me a very impatient person. If the page takes 2 minutes to load, I get frustrated. But, when you think about it, it's CRAZY that in 2 minutes I can have the world wide web in the palm of my hand. I also think I don't enjoy the little, natural things around me as often as I could by having my eyes glued to a phone or computer screen. Not saying that I wish technology didn't exist, I truly love it. I mean, how else would I be able to blog? and I would have lost touch with many many friends. All I'm saying is I think everyone should be conscious of how dependent they are and try not to miss out on

everything else the world has to offer.

Sometimes I forget...

Sometimes I forget how cool pandora radio is. It just knows what kind of songs I like. Genius. Sometimes I forget that I need to live in the moment. I get too caught up in planning every detail of my life. I need to enjoy it more. Sometimes I forget that I like being crazy. I've been really boring lately. I need to spice it up. Sometimes I forget that I like to watch TV shows. Thank goodness for hulu. Saves my life. Sometimes I forget that everyone at community college is old. And then I think someone is cute. Until I realize that they are 30. Sometimes I forget how great my friends are. Until they skype me. And I remember how fun they can be. Sometimes I forget to blog. Oops. Sorry guys. Sometimes I forget...but I always remember.

i think we should all do this in the mornins

Hypocrite

It's amazing how much things can change.

I take back the things I said last year.

Different perspectives, same person.

Getting Back on Track

Sometimes I forget why I'm here.
But it always comes back to me.
I need to be happier,
because my life is amazing.
Take the time to smile-
the world is an awesome place.

Between the Lines

valentInes day is a tiMe for Love,

don't feel bad about Yourself

for beIng aloNe, cheer up Gloomy.

keep going

used to be so selfish and didn't even know

learned so many things now and i can thank you

trying so much and it is actually working

i like who i am becoming

ashamed it took me this long

and it's going to take me a while

Kids These Days

I hate how the world is changing for worst.

I remember when feeling rebellious in 9th grade

was not doing your homework.

Kids these days.

Truth

Complication

As humans, our jobs in life are to survive and reproduce. Now think about how complicated we've made things.

more of a point than less

i was hoping someone else would post relatively soon so that weird skin thing wouldn't be the first post on this little blog but the thing is....people don't post very often around here or these days so instead of counting on that i am here to say

happiness is happiness

lets all be happy

you are never alone

For as long as i can remember i have had problems. Specifically, relevant to this blog post, is finger nail/skin issues. I clip my nails as short as possible. I enjoy it. It is an addiction. I like the way it looks and feels even though it hurts a lot as well. There is a certain satisfaction you get while you do it that just makes it enjoyable. The more you do it, the shorter and shorter you can get it, gross i know. My fingers look horrible. Disgusting really. There is always hang nails and loose skin. I can't handle it so i am always clipping them. I clip not only the nails but the skin around them too. Not just the hang nails either, all the skin. I lose track of time when i do it. I don't even notice when I start, it is subconscious and once you start they are never perfect and the skin is always uneven so there is always an opportunity to keep going and you just never stop. My fingers ooze blood a lot when i go too deep then I have to wrap band aids around all my fingers. I end up hurting myself and I can't touch things in a certain way or else it feels funny right after. They look the worst when they are wet and that is one of the main times I will do it. I was just thinking about this and i thought what a weird problem i must be a strange girl. welcome to the internet and google. turns out this problem is completely normal! i am normal! weeee! well normal as in apparently a lot of people do this. i just read all the forums about it. hahahahaha.

"Is it true that finger biting can lead to insanity? So many people have told me you go crazy but Idk what to believe." -skinpick.com (don't go there, it is nasty)

I would post more of what people said but it is truly disturbing. Talking about how rewarding the big chunks of skin are over the little tidbits.....no idea what they are talking about.......okay. wow.

In Conclusion, I have OCD Compulsive Skin Picking (Dermatillomania). cool! i have never had anything like this before. this is so awesome! i am going to tell all my friends! maybe i will post it as my status right now! yay! and i am not alone. you are never alone. hey guys remember that

Nothing but Gravel

I never realized how much I would miss the backroads.

The unfinished edges and no line to divide the lanes,

having to slow down so another car can squeeze by,

blasting and singing country songs as I cruise,

Not a worry in the world, time to think and appreciate.

It's one of the great, small things in life.

anything these days

these are days

the people are around

and will believe anything these days

you can't believe something you hear only from one person

i only believe it if two people say it

this way the information is pretty safe

always check again

always check again

\/\/3!R|)

The more things change, the more they change. Something feels strange. It's not the same. All a mind game. Am I the only one who is sane? Nah, I'm just playin'. I'm just like the rest of them.

Belated

731 days and no one makes time to post.

Like bad parents, who forget what they love most.

Yesterday marked two strong years of writing,

new places, journeys and stories, how exciting.

This post is to wish IC a happy belated birthday

and to the uglies, a merry and joyful holiday.

learning is magic

1. blue corn tortilla chips are superior. they give you more energy or something. (says the crazy lady, but i believe in her)

2. tall skinny guys are all knowing. it comes along with those genes

3. to carbonate stuff you just shoot the gas in and the pressure then allows you to have bubbles run down your neck.

my head is dominating

i did not understand the plea

"i am changing" he said faintly

silence as i walked away

and i came back the very next day

he was gone the cave was empty

written on the wall was the number three

i remembered his story he told before

he must have left to win a war

if he doesn't succeed he owns the sea

otherwise he will be free

he doesn't need my help

i am going anyways

i have nothing else to do

An Apology

Just don't feel the butterflies,

As you continue to do all the right things.

Creating excuses, I continue to say no

Kisses only lead you in the wrong direction.

betrayed

I am part of a group.

We are traveling together.

I step on the escalator.

I look back and the others are not getting on.

They are laughing on solid ground.

what the heck

hourglass

It floats in the air. I assume it is for me, because no one i know talks about it. It consumes me. I look away. I will have to hide it from myself and keep it a secret. The grains accumulate. Each drop brings him closer and pushes us apart. I could just lay it on it's side. Does that change something? I am too scared to try, i don't want to ruin anything else. I think i'll just keep watching. Plus when it is gone i can just flip it over? Why isn't the sand pink? And how does that just float there? That is amazing.

Options

This will either be the best decision of my life, or the biggest mistake of my life. Either way I know that I'm making the right choice.

A Funny Man

A near blackout-drunk man gave me some advice once. Inspirational really. He told me that you can be whatever you want to be if you put your mind to it. If you try hard enough, you can even be a Pokemon. He said that if he really wanted to he could be Pikachu. If this man can become Pikachu, anything is possible. Dream big uglies. 

Random shiz from my mind

The most unexpected help can be the most beneficial. The fact that we needed to create gyms to get exercise is proof of how fat the world is. I wish I lived in tribal Africa. It’s easy to say follow your heart, what’s hard is deciphering what is coming from your heart and what is coming from your head. Coffee is bad. Bad bad bad. But I love it. Mwahaha. Focus on the now. I wish I had gold nail polish. I'm not doubting my abilities, I'm questioning where my heart lies. I need to eat more vegetables. I'm afraid of not living the life I dreamed of. I should be working on essays. I can't wait until Christmas. Am I immature? Why are the font color choices so dull anymore? This is getting stupid. I should just stop and click publish. 

should you clear out old drafts? (march 29th or something woah)

well, the followers are creating quite the riot... hate was thrown on the recent flow of more poemy deep stuff. the dumb and random style of this little blog is missed. so this one goes out to the fans.

I will press some random keys on this board to the beat of Someday by Flipsyde as I sing.

Confidence: the key. THE best quote i have heard in all of my days.
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.” -Marianne Williamson

Sarcasm: If you don't know how to use it, don't. You are good, if your people can't tell if you are using it or not. If it is obvious, you are just annoying.
Life is a Mind game: Your mind is the most powerful tool you are given. It controls everything, and if you control it then you are free.
Change: is a path to .
Imagine: if you could still be awake while you were sleeping. did you know ants don't sleep?
Be a friend: Get a Back. Even people I do not like i want to back them when their "real" friends don't.
Wave Hello: there are 27 random strangers tomorrow that you see/pass/sit next to everyday, but you have never said hello. you know them, they know you, but you don't know who they are. unexpected hellos are refreshing and nothing bad can come from a smile! :) i am so cute.

peoples laughs ARE so funny

do something.

Making a List and Checking it twice

It's crunch time. I just made a list of everything I have to do until the end of the semester. It's a long list. So much to do, so little time. Work hard, it will all be worth it. Why am I on Facebook? Only two more weeks until I'm free to go home. To sleep in, be lazy, see my friends. It feels so good to cross things off the list. I need Christmas break. I'm making a list and checking it twice.

"i am leaving this location and the weird girl talking about her blog" (i will find you magic land)

Today i break my assumed habits

Learning is over

I travel home mixed in with the rest of the robots

Not today, I'm gonna change today

I am becoming a wanderer

The peace comes and fills my backpack

How long are you allowed to follow them?

How can they stop me? I can deny

It is like a free movie

If i do this enough i will either be creepy or be led to an unknown magical land

I am crossing my fingers

I have always dreamed of being creepy

Relying on fortitude
to escape this solitude.
A brand new attitude
endless gratitude.

who has a thing for (lalala) story time

so the peeps are starting a riot cause i haven't posted in a while.....big deal? i mean it hasn't even been that long. but okay here i am. you're welcome. thats not funny

i have heard that i am a pretty good story teller....

here is a story i wrote with a boy. we are both dumb so that means get ready to be glued to the screen for at least 2.5 - 25 minutes because once you start you won't be able to stop even to put out the fire in your kitchen

What Luck and Hair Can Get You

by 2 kids

Once upon a time there was a big fat hairy place where only one thing lived. It was very lonely because it lived in a hairy place. Luckily, it had a magic-but not real magic. It didn't even have any magic at all. But in her mind she had magic. and that was enough to get a friend! ...that didn't even love her. It's hard to get friends that love you without magic. But in her head she was loved. That's the magic of magic in your head. Still, the friend was a piece of hair so you can imagine how lame of a friendship it truly was. Luckily, there was plenty of brushes to keep it from getting too naughty because layla was a good girl. Everyone knows, brushes can keep anything from being naughty. One day though there was a mighty little tornado singing as it sucked everything up, which was mostly just hair and a few dead bugs, but for the little things in this big place this was dark times DARK TIMES oh my it was dark. But at least there were bugs. Not just any bugs either. They were fairy bugs that had secrets and were really good looking. most were dead. the population was dwindling because of the darkness. the only hope left was a time machine located in the far reaches of the other non hairy place way below and slightly to the left of yappyland. all they needed to do in order to reach this new land was to dig a hole and drink some purple stuff in hopes of finding something to make her happy, layla began following a little dust fairy through the burgledoo and into a dessert. even though there was no water and she nearly died...at least there was oodles of sugar! yum.

the boy stopped texting me back. sorry. if you are dying for closure on this story. go find a book and make up a sentence to bridge them yourself. if you are stuck a good idea is "that was all a dream"

by the way i am in love with the dumb boy mentioned previously<3

lalala love is real! it is real and scary. i'll let you guys know how this goes

I think in #hashtags

Things I have learned in college:

1. It's okay to the stereotypical freshman.

2. People make stupid mistakes. I like to learn from others rather than making my own :)

3. Sometimes you need to put homework before friends... I struggle with this.

4. The self control application is the best invention ever and is the only way I can control my procrastination.

5. Saying no is easy.

Things I now do in college:

1. My friends are twitter freaks, I think in hashtags all daa time.

2. Watch what I eat. I am not the greatest but I actually try not to pig out all the time.

3. Study! and usually more than one day before the test! Well usually, right now I am blogging. Let's hope I don't fail the catholicism midterm tomorrow.

4. Have guy friends. lollll

5. Have no alone time. I honestly can't wait for thanksgiving when I can be in a room by myself. sounds ridiculously antisocial but sometimes a girl just needs time to think.

Things that need to change:

1. I need to stop hanging out with the track team so much. I love them all dearly but I feel like I need to branch out too.

2. I need to start calling my parents/brothers more. Don't worry I haven't forgotten

3. SLEEP! I still don't have a good sleep schedule :(

4. more facetime with friends! I MISS MY LATROBE GIRLS!

5. I need to blog more... I'm just so busy that when I have a free moment I usually use it to make more friends. hahaha

Top 5 Experiences:

1. Dayglow

2. Getting my first test score back, 91% :)

3. First home hockey game. The amount of people that go is unreal.

4. halloweekend :) except snow and halloween are not a good combo

5. Pretty much anytime I go into Boston... which is way too often!

Familiarity

Peanut butter on a spoon

Old running shoes

Favorite hoodie at a bonfire

On a cool summer night

Second wear jeans

Worn flannel

The blanket you’ve had forever

Headed to a sleepover

A walk through the woods in fall

Pajamas all day

Clothes just out of the dryer

Hot cocoa with marshmallows

Warm bowl of soup

Just crawled into bed

Seeing the first snowfall

Christmas morning

Cookies in the oven

Fuzzy socks

Longest shower ever

Buttoning up your favorite sweater

confusion or certainty

why am I here

I love it here

exciting new people

fresh surroundings

so much to do

focus

why am I here

knowledge

self discovery

so many distractions

fun around every corner

focus

why am I here

new friends

new passions

new loves

success

preparation for future

why am I here

I ask myself, 

but only I can know

why am I here

I'm here because I love it here

how do people get ideas?

that doesn't even make sense

Why Do People Have to Ruin Good Things?

Yesterday, spending our last day together, Tori and I drove to Pittsburgh for the day. After listening to Frick Park Market by Mac Miller over and over again, we decided to venture to Frick Park Market to see where young Mac Miller spent his summer days. Walking in to the market, taking constant pictures, the owner knew we were Mac Miller fans and let us hold the HIS sandwich from the music video. After finishing our meals, feelin' good, we set off to visit blue slide park, the name of his upcoming album.

We approach the slide to find it painted red surrounded by caution tape and a note saying the the slide was vandalized and can't be used. WE TRAVELED AN HOUR TO RIDE THE FREAKIN' SLIDE and hoodlums ruin it for us. Why? Why would someone ruin this Pittsburgh landmark and take away the slide from the children of Pittsburgh? So then we sadly walked back to the car and decided to geocache and make the best of Frick Park. After wandering the in the woods for a half hour, finding nothing, we decided to give up. Needless to say we will not be going back to Frick Park...