Oh my goodness, this is so close to the end: the penultimate blog post of my one year resolution. Barring like, a dozen or so slip-ups (some conscious, some not) I’ve written at least one paragraph (scratch that, at least one sentence) a day for 365 days in a row. And actually, I actually have fifteen or so drafts saved up in my tumblr, from all the things I had in reserve for boring/non-mentally capable days or things that I started to write and never finished, and it’s cheesy but I thought I’d post them here as a record, to be a kind of all-the-things-I-wanted-to-say type deal. And also because, you know, I’m tired from cupcakes and happy friends and packing, and now all I have to do mostly is copy and paste :)
— Well, actually this first one is semi-meta, but it’s what I was originally going to post today before I thought up this other idea when I opened the text post page. So for my bday, I wanted to do something but have it be small and chill and so I (somewhat short-sightedly, having dismissed the concern that I would be in the smack dab middle of getting ready to move by this point) decided to have people over, not like a party but like, I don’t know, some potluck dinner thing. But because we are college kids, the potluck was mostly alcohol (which was wonderful, as I am lugging the spoils with me to New Haven) and then we just played this really awesome Apples-to-Apples like game and talked and sang and sword-fought with rolled up posters/wrapping paper. And it was great and exactly what I wanted and a nice way to say goodbye to everyone one last time, BUT Imma brag (because I don’t do that enough, she said sarcastically) and talk about the self-birthday cupcakes I made. The cake part was just standard chocolate cake, but I got this recipe for triple Nutella chocolate cupcakes and make Nutella icing and piped it out through a self-made pastry bag (aka a ziplock bag with a hole) and look, look, look how pretty!
Well, I mean, yeah I’m not about to win any bake-offs with them, but I am usually much better with the cooking than the baking and everything with making these went so smoothly and according-to-plan it was almost scary.
— So starting at the beginning, ever since like the first week or so, I had an idea in reserve for one of those days I didn’t feel like writing much, and figured I would post my 30 day picture challenge that I did on Facebook in April 2011. It’s not much, mostly just pictures of people that I love, but it was the first experience I had in a while of keeping to a journal-type regiment, and from this first sprung the idea of this blog. So yay! Not posting it because 30 pictures is super long and image-heavy, but here’s the link if you’re FB friends with me and are curious.
— This picture, from last summer when I was first watching Avatar: TLA. Grace reblogged it, and I meant to but for some reason never found a good spot in my blog for it.
— And this one’s similar to the above post. The person who posted it was somehow related to Starkid, and obviously puns + Avatar = Jane love.
— This recipe for chicken tikka masala, which I never got around to making but that I wanted to post around APTT selections time because I’ve always equated selections time with yummy Tamber’s and chicken tikka masala.
— And then there’s the playlists. You may have noticed (doubtful, but maybe) that I have a summer, autumn and winter playlist on this blog, but no spring. I had one planned (and in fact, it’s still on my iTunes) that’s basically like a “yay spring!” mix but that’s actually all the songs I love that I had to cut to keep the other playlists at 40 tracks. I also wanted to post my “sad indie music” playlist, that I’m realizing now isn’t really that indie or sad, and also my “8th grade rockout” playlist that has a lot of Avril Lavigne, Good Charlotte, Mandy Moore and High School Musical.
— I think it never happened because I wasn’t able to “live blog” it when it was happening because I was sans internet at Ashland, but last winter when I went to Empower for the New Year, we read through Galatians and it was exactly what I needed at the time and like…I remember feeling like I got so much out of those verses and that book and I wanted to type out my thoughts and realizations and prayers. But, unfortuantely, like many things Bible-related, I kept putting it off and thinking I’d do it later until the thoughts dropped out of my head and…yeah.
— Some “Good Morning Baltimore” lyrics from Hairspray at a time when I felt especially Tracy Turner ish, you know, like I could conquer the world. But I think I’ve found that when I feel that way, I usually feel like writing so…you know. Never worked out. And now in three days I won’t be able to say good morning to Baltimore anymore :(
— Sharing my current desktop background, that is there to motivate myself to study for GREs.
— I’ll copy and paste the whole post have written out for this one, but I had an epiphany at the beginning of second semester senior year, and I never wrote it out fully but I kind of bullet-pointed/made notes/short-handed out the important parts in a text post to remind myself both of it and also of what I wanted to write about it. It was a semi-resolution I made to myself, and…I don’t know. I’m not sure whether I kept to it or not. To be a fair, a lot of unanticipated things ended up happening this spring but…I don’t know. Nevertheless, this series of thoughts — I’m proud of them, if an epiphany or a thought is something one can be proud of. This may be the entire reason for this whole “things never blogged” post, because while I never took the time to flesh it all out into understandable prose, it is something I still want to share with, you know, whoever’s out there listening.
“And nothing’s worse than knowing you’re holding back.”
“Yes, the past can hurt…but you can either run from it, or learn from it.”
Eet (backspace on a typewriter aka not possible)
making the most of what’s left of senior year, not letting the little things get to you, focusing on the good because that’s what you want to remember — that’s what youwill remember. not making concessions for stupid things (hanging out with people who you don’t like out of obligation. Spend time with the people who matter while you still can.)