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est parfaite. I'm not sure when the last time I updated this was, but I'm sure I was ranting about the tragic woes of my life, but that is all behind me like the now decayed leaves of a fall lost to spring. (I sense a poem forming.) Tomorrow is my high school graduation. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! I am so glad to be getting out of that miserable prison system, even though I will miss all of m firends and most of my teachers. The happiness far outweighs the loss, though. At this time tomorrow my black and gold cap will be sailing through the gym lobby with approx. 200 others.
This, while being incredible news, is not the best part of the near future. In 11 days I will be on a plane headed for Charles DeGaulle Airport in Paris. Mon reve vient vrai!!!!!! My nationality may be americaine, mais mon ame est francaise. Going to France is the highpoint of my existence and my overflowing happiness--for lack of a better word--cannot be expressed fully in the paltry vocabulary of human-kind.
After I return from my trip, I will be relaxing and hopefully hanging out with my friends a few last times before heading off to college. I may not have gotten into the university of my dreams--Harvard--I am very pleased with my new school. The fact that it is all paid for because I'm a Covenant Scholar is pretty nice, too.
So, there's a little update about my life. I haven't had a whole lot of time to write lately, but I think inspiration is on the way.
This, while being incredible news, is not the best part of the near future. In 11 days I will be on a plane headed for Charles DeGaulle Airport in Paris. Mon reve vient vrai!!!!!! My nationality may be americaine, mais mon ame est francaise. Going to France is the highpoint of my existence and my overflowing happiness--for lack of a better word--cannot be expressed fully in the paltry vocabulary of human-kind.
After I return from my trip, I will be relaxing and hopefully hanging out with my friends a few last times before heading off to college. I may not have gotten into the university of my dreams--Harvard--I am very pleased with my new school. The fact that it is all paid for because I'm a Covenant Scholar is pretty nice, too.
So, there's a little update about my life. I haven't had a whole lot of time to write lately, but I think inspiration is on the way.
Paris, Je t'aime.
So. You may have noticed a recent trend in my photos--they were taking in Paris, France. I had the most amazing time in Europe and I'm looking forward to studying abroad in France soon. I'm not going to say much; rather, I want my photos to speak for themselves. I do, though, want to tell you where I was...
Paris, France
Nîmes, France
Avignon, France
Aix-en-Provence, France
Cassis, France
Carcassonne, France
Barcelona, Spain
Enjoy the photo spectacular.
Diary Of An Inmate
I am in prison. No, I have not been incarcerated by law enforcement, but I go to prison every day. The prison I refer to is my high school. Now, I know many students feel that their school is a prison, but mine actually is. My high school is a place where the bad are punished, the good is not rewarded, and then the good get punished. We have a warden. We have too strict rules. We have a prison.
Technically my school became a prison at the beginning of last year when I beloved principal was replace by our current warden. Mr Rockstar (as he shall be refered to in this blog) was the best principal a school could ever ask for. He had rules and h
Some Thoughts for You
I just feel like writing, but there is not really any inspiration buzzing in my mind currently. I think I had a thought last night, but I don't remember it now. Oh well, if it was good it'll come back to me. My journal entries have been mostly rants lately, but I wanted to do something more structured and informative today.
College, College, and More College:
I think this time is the worst time in any senior's life. My college apps are all submitted, but the torturous waiting is almost as bad. I applied to six very selective schools and I worry that I won't be good enough to get into any of them. I have an excellent academic record but col
Queen of All Things Morbid
So, to any of you who read my prose pieces you know that my recent foray into prose (that's not Fan-fiction) had been extremely... well, morbid. Now as I type this at 10 minutes until 1 a.m. I have just finshed a new piece entitled "A Lover's Monologue" (title subject to change if I later decide I don't like it). Spoiler Alert, but this not so stunning piece of prose is morbid as well and much more depressing than it was originally set to be. So my question to you, my non-existent readers) is WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!!!!!!? I'm not depressed, other than being terminally stressed I'm rather happy, but that sentiment cannot be expressed in prose.
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