Because nothing really eventful has happened (considering this blog is about my Senior Year, which hasn't started yet), let me give you the downlow really quick.
In Bullet Form! :D
Yesterday I drove down one of the scariest roads in Virginia and didn't die (ONE LANE OMG)
My Summer Reading is finally starting to get interesting. Owen Meany picks up after about page 100 something. I won't spoil it for y'all.
I thought that Moonlight had fallen off the face of the earth
I got my hair cut again
I finally deposited my paycheck
I'm getting my Senior Pictures taken tomorrow
I'm going roller skating with my other best friend Zukii (woo more codenames!)
I'm a girl at the tender age of 17 who has decided to write a blog about her senior year. Every little detail too, in glowing technicolor! Why? Because I'm a writer, so I write. Besides someone suggested that it would be a good experience to put on my college application, so its a win for everyone. :)
Well maybe not everyone... Maybe you don't like me.
Don't like me, huh? Well fie on you!
Just kidding, I just always wanted to say that. Let's give you reasons to like me. Here's my personal statement:
Anyone can go to school, and anyone can get good grades and everyone wants to, myself included. However, there’s something different about me. I’m not just some girl hoping to go to some mediocre college. I’m a Writer; not any kind of writer, mind you, but the kind who goes to great lengths to get her stories told. Writers take initiative; and that’s something that I have quite a bit of. In the 8th grade I founded, edited, and published our class newspaper (the 8th Grade Word). During my Freshman year of high school I started advertising for our Drama Department, immediately increasing the attendance to our productions; throughout Sophomore year I was invited to beta-test Ficly (an online writing community), by its creator Kevin Lawver. In my Junior year I was on the staff for our literary magazine; In 2010, I was invited to Co-edit that same magazine in my Senior year. I’ve written and published over 400 short stories and poems in various mediums, and am currently working on a novel. I look forward to using my education to change the world through words; because sometimes, that’s the only way to make a difference.
Looks quite scholarly, doesn't it? I wrote that personal statement for a scholarship I applied to yesterday and every word of it is true. After all, I did vow to go for all honesty all the time!
So now you know a bit about me and I know absolutely nothing about you. Lovely relationship we have developing here, isn't it?
Let's dig a little deeper, now that you've seen the academic side of me- Let's get personal.
I'm me, and if you knew me that would be enough said but since you don't, let me elaborate. I am a culmination of opposites, a regular oxymoron. I'm generally happy looking, but on the inside I tend towards the downside. I'm not exactly sad, but I'm not usually as happy as I look. Its called good acting, which I like to participate in regularly. I have two best friends, both female, since the opposite sex seems to see me as "that girl who's awfully nice but I don't really talk to". Not to say that I don't have man-friends. I say man-friends because boyfriends isn't the right word and guy-friends just sounds ridiculous.
Oh hush. I know what you're thinking.
Anyway, that's a piece of me. If you want to know more, you'll just have to keep reading!
-Shattered Star "Hope Floats. Let's hope it sails."
P.S. Why I call myself Shattered Star. Four Shattered Stars The sky is vast and dark and great The winds are fast and cold And while these shining rays abate All we ever do is wait
We wait for missing pieces of a dream We wait for things we've never seen We're waiting for the world to breathe
This space right here Too small to see This little part inside of me Contains those things that never rest Locked inside this awful chest
My heart. My soul. My mind. This empty sham of body
These four fallen, shattered stars From my sky so dark My winds so cold I count those broken pieces everyday As if they're cherished gold
And no one will ever understand The four shattered stars I hold within my hand
They only belong to me Because I know they'll never see
They will never comprehend That these four shattered stars Are everything I am
