New Layout Coming Soon!

Hey everyone, I've gotten quite tired of the design for my blog lately...I've had it that way over a year now...and plus I don't have that much hair anymore. In the next few days I plan to completely re-vamp the site and give it a more updated personal touch. :) Still Life Through Lenses, but a new edition (limited, if you will).

But speaking of new layouts, just about everything in my life is getting a "new layout". I'm going to COLLEGE :D /squeal. I'm moving in on Sunday, August 14th, and cannot wait. The fact that I'm going to school specifically for music really excites me. Tessa and I are going to have the cutest room ever :).

About two weeks ago, I spent some money at Barnes & Noble and invested in a Moleskine notebook...something I have coveted for years, and finally gave into buying myself one. I LOVE IT. I carry it everywhere, and with everything that has been going on lately, I have had so much inspiration that I am definitely filling this notebook with things that have needed to come out of my mind for months. I'm writing again, it feels wonderful. Poetry is coming back to me, and I feel like I'm breathing again. The oppression of writer's block is GONE.

I'm going to start a semi-private blog, the only link to it will be on a sidebar of this one, and it's going to be called "The Moleskine Output" and I'm going to put some of my writings from my dear notebook in it, but beware, it will be explicit, and it may hurt people's feelings. Hence the reason this is the only time I'll mention it.

For now, I'm off to write some more, then to bed. Thanks for putting up with my craziness, you guys all rock.

"Your life, little girl, is an empty page for somebody to write on"

"To write on"

Sometimes I feel like everyone around me is trying to run my life for me. Like I am insignificant to those who say they care about me most. What about what I want for my life?

Wouldn't my opinion count for something in that case?

I feel quite trapped, honestly.

By work, school, relationships. I feel like I escaped one kind of pressure just to jump into a whole new wave of it, when that isn't what I wanted in the least.

If blogging wasn't such a wonderful form of catharsis to me, I would just quit for awhile. I appreciate all of my followers, but sometimes I feel like I have to censor myself, when I really don't.

Point being-- I really cannot wait to get out of Cabot. Once I'm in Conway, all I need to do is eat, sleep, band...&my other classes. I'll actually probably be blogging more b/c at this point, I feel like hermit-ing just so people might let me live my own life, or lack thereof.

"I am seventeen, going on eighteen,"

I'll take care of myself.

Written a few days ago...just got around to posting it.