A Battle of Epic Proportions

My feelings towards this photo? Well. 

Let's just say, dear Coree, it was an honor to do pillow warfare with you.

The Turning Point

There's a strange feeling in the knowledge that one moment in your life 

has forever changed it.

The way you answer certain questions.

The way you look at certain things. Certain people.

The way you feel about something you were so sure you'd been set in stone about.

You can't take the moment back. 

You can't even change it.

You can't alter it, so that it fits snugly on the mannequin of expectations you had so carefully designed for it. 

It's already happened, and you're still not even sure if it was real.

And the funny thing is, you'd always laughed and waited for the day when you could confidently announce that the moment wasn't all it was cracked up to be. But then it happened. 

And there's nothing to announce.

In fact, every time you try and shrug it off, as you know you're supposed to, the tiny foothold it has in your memory replays itself, and something inside you does a wobbly somersault of.....of.....

What? 

A blender full of loud and overpowering emotions that war against each other and threaten to overwhelm your entire being as they spin and collide against each other. 

That's what.

What are you supposed to do with that? 

Dear One-Man Choir,

Never stop marching to the beat of your own drum.

It's good for the world to have a little more music in it every now and then. Thanks for bringing your own. You teach others, like me, to step out and even contribute their own tune to the symphony. I wish everyone could have a bit of you in them. 

So here's God's gift to you. 

It's called Today.

Use it well. 

Dear Never-Ending Math Equation,

Your answer is beginning to reveal itself, so at the very least, it's possible that you are solvable.

Though I must say, I didn't see that twist in the equation coming.

You've now provided me with a whole new set of algorithms to complete. 

Sincerely,

Newly Stumped

All About Us

Every heart in the room will melt

This is a feeling I've never felt

500 Days of Summer

Yes, I am fully aware this is a movie title.

It's interesting though, because this title encompasses everything I want to convey. I am, in fact, going to watch this movie in a few hours. I've always wanted to. Well, ever since I heard of its brilliance and saw the trailer:

And in other respects, I just wish this summer could last around 500 days. 

200 days here, with the people that I love, jumping off the seawall and watching movies and having bonfires and feeling loved and safe.

100 days with my cousins in California, my 14 best friends, not including aunts and uncles, that have always been the best place in the world to me.

50 days with the North Carolina family, not because I love them any less, but because there's only 3 of them, and after a while it starts to become one big babysitting job. But I never tire of the swing at my grandma's house, or driving the golf cart around the mountain on which my grandpa resides. Those moments are where I'd like to stay. 

10 days at Bush Gardens, because I haven't been to an amusement park in America since I was a kid.

140 days in Virginia, unpacking, exploring, and hopefully adjusting. Choosing junior year classes, getting a job at the coffee shop down the road, maybe even meeting people. 

That would be a summer worth spending. As it is, this one is looking way too short.

But I am excited to see the movie. :)

We Are Young

So someone come

and carry me home...

 For some reason, I feel the need to dance with someone while this song is playing.