So, my life right now is just about as hectic as it could be. College applications, dance line, theatre, choir, four AP classes, friends, family, piano… An infinitum of things to do and such limited time to get them done. Yet, they say that your senior year of high school is supposed to be the best. Actually, some go so far as to say “the time of your life”. And to a certain extent, I definitely agree with them. In what other stage of your life do you get to go out with your friends on almost a nightly basis, get to stay with your parents (without being considered a total creep/failure), not have to work, and be involved with any kind of performing art or sport without having to be the absolute best at it? Never. So, in that sense, I can definitely see this as the best time of my life. At the same time, this year has been a small dose of hell. Believe me, I’ve read The Inferno. PCHS is pretty darn close. But I digress… There are some days that have legitimately made me want to yank my hair out. Every last strand. Either we had a killer practice at dance line, a certain someone has been a jerk to me that day, there’s three projects due on the same day (tomorrow), or all of that stuff combined. But somehow, I always seem to pull through. I’ve worried all for nothing. Maybe I’m just making life too hard? Maybe I should just do my best and sit back and enjoy the ride. 

     My first blog: complete. I feel accomplished… Kinda. Haha. If you’re reading this, you’re awesome. If you don’t think I’m crazy, you get even more brownie points. ;] Just a heads up, this blog will probably end up being a place where I write down what’s irking/amazing/lovely/cute/ugly/or whatever to me and analyze it.  Thanks for reading :]