Over the weekend I hosted a Galentines Day. It was supposed to be in my backyard but the weather was soooooo cold. With the weather being so cold I decided to switch the party to inside. It was a smaller group with about 11 or 12 girls. I decorated the table in hues of pink and white. I put together big and small bouquets of pink and white flowers. I am pretty happy with the outcome of the party too. I set up and practically put the party together myself. I am super proud. There would have been more stuff I would have liked to add but overall it was a success. The dinner was the definition of girl hood. Something I do wish might have happened differently is my chocolate fountain. I accidentally used the wrong type of chocolate so it hardened when it was supposed to fountain out. I love pink so much. And I love flowers so much. #PERF
I wish I remembered my dreams more often. I think dreams are so beautiful no matter if they are happy or sad or scary. I love how dreams only make sense in pictures but not in words because that is how my brain understands things the best. Of course I understand words because we are groomed that way for our whole lives, but I live for seeing and feeling and experiencing. I have always been told that I am not book-smart or even that I’m stupid, but that is okay because I am dream-smart. I understand things by the way they look and move and breathe and feel. I crave to see things in my dreams rather than to read them in books. I think that is why I love to decorate my room. I would rather look at my walls and see the things I love than to look down at my phone or a book or homework.
I’m throwing a large bowl for my mom in the ceramics room. Rory tells me to look out the window, and it’s gorgeous. After focusing on the grey room in white light for so long, looking out the window feels unreal. The hills are awash in the golden light of a sunset. It has been raining, so everything outside is at the peak of vibrancy. The scene outside looks like a filtered photo, or a postcard. And then we see a rainbow. And then another. She goes out to take pictures, and I scrape a buildup of clay off my hands before following her, oohing and ahhing at the golden hills.
Back inside the ceramics room, I work on my bowl again. A few moments later, I look outside and the hills outside are suddenly black and blue with night. I hadn’t even noticed the change, because in the classroom the bright white lights shelter us from changes outside.
Hey, I am a dummy-blog. My role is to absorb the anger of the OVS Editors. My creator has not turned in a single blog over the past three weeks, so I am here to help him. You can hate me, you can despise me, but you can’t ignore me. Besides, I am just a blog – squiggly lines bunched together. Are they even supposed to make any sense, carry any meaning? What if my author just hit the keyboard long enough, without intending anything in particular. Or maybe he even used ChatGPT to get over with the blog and go watch the SuperBowl. Whatever the truth is, it does not matter. My job here is done, and my purpose is thereby fulfilled.
In the time we are in now women’s beauty standards are a thing that deeply confuses me. Body image is a growing problem among teenagers with 35-57% of teen girls having an eating disorder. Many teens strive to have a perfect hourglass body in the hope of being more appealing to boys or more content with themselves. In the eyes of boys if girls are too skinny they are anorexic or they should go eat a burger. If they are slightly chubby there are pig and should eat a salad. Clothing is another very controversial thing if they show too much of their body they’re a s**t but if they dress conservatively then it’s assumed they don’t have a good body. Social media plays a huge role in this. Teens scroll on social media and often compare themselves to others who appear to have the perfect body and life. If there is one thing I have learned as a teen it is things usually aren’t as perfect as they are displayed on people’s socials. No one wants to post a picture where they believe they don’t look fit. Photoshop is a thing commonly used by teens and also contributes to eating and body issues. Girls will edit their bodies in the hope of fitting the impossible beauty standards. Then when they look in the mirror and compare it to their edited photo they want to look like the photo and often develop mental health issues such as body dysmorphia.
Today I was shopping and I needed money so I decided to sell some of my old clothes. I sell my clothes through an app called Depop and I sold over 40 pieces this summer but I haven’t listed anything in a while. I have so many clothes my closet at my mom’s and dad’s is full but I always find something new and cute and buy it. I went through my closet today and got rid of so many things. Although a lot of them were cute I feel like I don’t wear them enough. I have so many clothes and I never get a chance to wear some. I took photos and captioned them and so far I have made $82 which doesn’t sound like much but for old clothes that were collecting dust it’s pretty good. I feel so productive after doing that and I can’t wait to spend the money on more clothes.
My favorite thing to do is collect perfumes. I especially like floral scents. Among floral scents, I love the royal rose and jasmine scents. Many perfumes are artificial scents, depending on the company, but I prefer scents that are closer to nature. I have nearly 10 perfumes now, and I use different ones depending on my mood of the day. Recently, I have been wearing a rose-scented perfume by Dior. I like it because it is not too sweet and it refreshes me. It always takes me a while to find a new perfume. My friends always follow me whenever I find a new fragrance. Not long ago I was not a fan of woody scents. But FREDERIC MALLE’s L’EAU D’ HIVER has changed my perception of woody scents. The perfume smells so calming that I routinely put a spritz of it on my pillow before going to bed. I am very much looking forward to discovering the next new fragrance.
This week, luckily I was able to miss half of the school day on Thursday and miss all of Friday to go up to mammoth for the weekend with my friend. Lately school and my life has felt so intense. Taking a break from everything was something that was honestly necessary for my mental health. Coming up here has brought me so much peace. I don’t need to stress about small stupid things in my life and I finally have time to sit with my own thoughts. I have only been here for two days, but I already feel so much better. I feel like I never have time to just relax. Me and my friends friendship is the kind so close that we are able to just sit talk for hours without it taking any energy. Although I have been doing things all day, I still feel like I have so much more energy than I typically do. The past month, I have felt extremely drained and I feel like I am finally pulling myself together again.
It’s been raining alot recently and while I love the rain it’s been a very hard thing to live with, especially with an outdoor school. I love a good rainy day alone in my room making legos and watching movies, but the procrastination went wild. I found myself wasting time on things I knew needed to be done. I can’t seem to find the motivation either. Senioritis is kicking my behind and the rain certainly doesn’t help. I did love the alone time in my room though. The peace and quiet, how I could just be me and not have to worry about anyone else or the constant comments. I did sleep in a lot though and the motivation was lacking, but I do really love the rain.
I’m ready to graduate, but
I will miss my friends. I always think about how I’ve known these people for years and yet I won’t return again next year to another orientation day with them. We won’t make fun of all the new freshmen and reminisce on how small we used to be, but I also couldn’t handle another round of freshmen. No offense but this year was definitely the last.
I’m not a runner, but
I actually ran today and I was so proud of myself. I felt amazing the rain and wind beating against my skin. The freezing of my skin as I ran through that rain, and the constant repetition of a single phrase in the back of my head. Don’t walk! and I didn’t I made it the whole run with not a single walk. There may have been a couple of very slow running in there but I made it and I couldn’t have been prouder. My friends cheered as I finished the run the smile on their faces matched the happiness and pride I had in myself. although yesterday was an easy run so let’s see if I still feel this way next week. I don’t want to give up, my stubbornness won’t let me. I want to run with my friends and spend the last sports seasons hanging laughing and running with them. I just can’t believe it took me this long to start.
I hate lying, but
I can’t tell people they are bad at something. I feel terrible about it but I don’t want to seem bitchy about it either. I’m sorry but you are not as good as you think you are. I’m not saying I’m the best, god knows I don’t think that but I don’t act like I can. plus if you tell someone else they are bad at something it becomes a whole thing and they accuse you of jealousy or thinking you’re better, but trust me I’m the farthest thing from jealous. I don’t think I will ever be able to tell the truth when it comes to that, I’m not sure how people do it. I don’t want to hurt your feelings, but I don’t want you to embarrass yourself.
I want to pursue music, but
what if I’m not good enough. actually rewind I know I’m not good enough, I love singing don’t get me wrong but the music business is cutthroat you either have it or not. Do I have it? I don’t know, I feel like my friends just hype me up but paired with the section above what if they’re just lying? We will see. I couldn’t dream of living without music, but do I have what it takes. Well, I do have my father’s stubbornness so I know I’m not going down without a fight. hopefully, I make it, and these blogs are not recovered by the paparazzi.
I would love to keep writing, but it’s 12: 30 am and I’m ready to go to sleep.
I love “Gilmore Girls” so much. I have probably watched it seventeen times. I love the way they talk and I just love them so much. It’s the only show I’ve ever watched that doesn’t feel like work. Logan is my favorite of all the boys. I like Jess a lot but he’s really short so idk. Dean is good but idk I just like Logan the most. Paris really annoys me but even she is smart and interesting. I hate it when she’s dating the professor idk why it just really bothers me. Even though I hate it, the season is still so good. Paris is super weird in the movie sequel but I guess it’s a good plot twist. Loralai is my favorite character. She is hilarious and so much fun. Jason is my favorite guy for her to be honest. I think the way they broke up was super weird but it’s so interesting. I do really like Luke but I don’t know there’s just something about it like there’s something off. Anyways, I would do anything to watch it for the first time again. I hope everyone watches it at some point.
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