song of the day: wallet, regina spektor
This place is amazing, but crazy. You know, I've spent the last couple years of my life reading (fiction) books about teens. All the stories are set in high school, this place of big kids, this milestone that seems so far away, just untouchable. But then, here I am! Among seventeen and eighteen year olds, guys with beards, kids who drive to school, I mean this is actually it, and that's shocking! I was still in denial over the summer, though I had thought it hit me. I'm one of the big kids on the bus who everyone hates, I'm someone with a personality and individuality and I'm old enough for people to notice that and me. It's nice, it's so nice. PLus I'm among my kind, my ilk. Its okay to read your book during lunch, it's okay to use very large words in normal conversations, it's okay to want to read your work out loud. In fact, it's just great to do such things! I love these people (well, some of them). Also, I've been learning and thinking hard about things and finding people on my level of work, which makes me realize how much I was missing at my old school--please don't think I'm being an egotist, I can put it no other way--and I've been making actual friends! I'm really into Ultimate Frisbee, so I bring a disc with me to school, and I've been playing every day at lunch and attracting a group as I go. It's started to get really competitive! So, yeah. Lola's happy yet a little shook up, as expected of a freshman in her first week. Report back more, later!
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
A Blackberry Crown, a New Beginning
Song of the day: All Along the Watchtower, Jimi Hendrix (cover)
Mmmmmk.
It's a day before school starts. Before high school starts. Cliched or not, the first day of high school is going to change my life. It may not mean everything, but it sure means a lot. I'm going to change, my mind is going to change, my attitude, my looks, my social standing. Maybe I care, maybe I don't. All the same, I'm going to record it on this blog. I've had it sitting around for a while, just waiting for the right time to write my first post on it. Now seems right, especially since Flower just released her own new blog.
So here's to new beginnings. This one is called Blackberry Crowns. My childhood is filled with blackberry bushes, with cars pulled off to the sides of roads to grab ourselves handfuls of berries and stain our shirts with abandon. Blackberries are childhood to me. Funny, when I was younger, I couldn't stand the sweet ones. I would always pick the underripe ones, so I could be sure they were sour as I liked. We have a blackberry bush in our country house, which I still pluck berries from, gingerly. Gingerly because like so many other good things, blackberries have wicked thorns. So I've got blackberries for the memories of childhood, and the ongoing enactment of such pleasures, and crowns for the beauty, responsibility, and handled weight and pain.
A crown is something regal, a symbol that tells you that the wearer is worthy of--something. This gives the wearer responsibility. The crown can weigh on the wearer's head, if worn right, and my crown is made of blackberries. That's why my hair is so dark. It is stained with the juice of the blackberries twined together on my crown. The crown is sometimes very sharp, and sticks me with its thorns, but like I said before, with good things there are often tradeoffs. My blackberry crown will bind me and free me. It will keep me sane yet allow me to let myself go insane for a little while. It will help remind me to do what I must do and think what I must think. Without it I would not be Lola, and I think everybody has a blackberry crown, but not too many of them are made out of blackberries, like mine. What's your crown made from?
Maybe you don't know yet, maybe you'll find out now that you start looking. Tomorrow fills me with anticipation, not all of it good, not all of it bad. Hey, I may be acting dramatically, but this is my blog, so deal. See you next time a post comes round.
cheers,
Lola.
Mmmmmk.
It's a day before school starts. Before high school starts. Cliched or not, the first day of high school is going to change my life. It may not mean everything, but it sure means a lot. I'm going to change, my mind is going to change, my attitude, my looks, my social standing. Maybe I care, maybe I don't. All the same, I'm going to record it on this blog. I've had it sitting around for a while, just waiting for the right time to write my first post on it. Now seems right, especially since Flower just released her own new blog.
So here's to new beginnings. This one is called Blackberry Crowns. My childhood is filled with blackberry bushes, with cars pulled off to the sides of roads to grab ourselves handfuls of berries and stain our shirts with abandon. Blackberries are childhood to me. Funny, when I was younger, I couldn't stand the sweet ones. I would always pick the underripe ones, so I could be sure they were sour as I liked. We have a blackberry bush in our country house, which I still pluck berries from, gingerly. Gingerly because like so many other good things, blackberries have wicked thorns. So I've got blackberries for the memories of childhood, and the ongoing enactment of such pleasures, and crowns for the beauty, responsibility, and handled weight and pain.
A crown is something regal, a symbol that tells you that the wearer is worthy of--something. This gives the wearer responsibility. The crown can weigh on the wearer's head, if worn right, and my crown is made of blackberries. That's why my hair is so dark. It is stained with the juice of the blackberries twined together on my crown. The crown is sometimes very sharp, and sticks me with its thorns, but like I said before, with good things there are often tradeoffs. My blackberry crown will bind me and free me. It will keep me sane yet allow me to let myself go insane for a little while. It will help remind me to do what I must do and think what I must think. Without it I would not be Lola, and I think everybody has a blackberry crown, but not too many of them are made out of blackberries, like mine. What's your crown made from?
Maybe you don't know yet, maybe you'll find out now that you start looking. Tomorrow fills me with anticipation, not all of it good, not all of it bad. Hey, I may be acting dramatically, but this is my blog, so deal. See you next time a post comes round.
cheers,
Lola.
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