Being probably one of the only NYC teens who gets labeled a flower child & has never touched a joint in her entire life; I think I experienced my first high yesterday.
Do you ever just witness something so beautiful and so monumental that you just want to scream or get it tattooed all over your body? Like in the moment... You are infinite.
Yesterday, I walked out of the Sunshine Cinema movie theater on Houston Street feeling like I owned the city blocks and could accomplish anything. Having read Stephen Chbosky's novel The Perks of Being A Wallflower almost two years ago, I went into the film open minded, expecting just visuals of what the book had represented. Within the first few moments of my eyes having watched what I can openly & honestly call the most beautiful hour and forty- two minutes of my life, I knew that this would not be another story in which the hipsters would claim was butchered in film.
In order to say all of these things with confident truth, I made sure that once I got home (which was after I fell asleep on the R train and ended up in Brooklyn) I re-read Chbosky's novel. Turning the pages, I still found myself engrossed with the open ended questions in which he insinuates the answer to, without ever really allowing us to know the true explanation. The way in which he leaves you to finish the story with your own explanations makes it all the more relatable and fresh.
Being the owner of over 150 books, most being romance novels (I'm still a teenage girl, don't judge) I have to say, although within it's self it may not be categorized 'romance', it is still the most beautiful love story one may ever lay eyes on. Sorry, Shakespeare.
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Friday, September 21, 2012
My Plan To Become Carrie Bradshaw
Every night at 8pm I listen to the bells of the church on the corner. I sit on my bed, close my eyes, and let the bells lead the direction of my thoughts. With each rhythmic pattern I dig deeper and beg my inner, overly emotional (and way too sensitive) self, to not just answer my unanswered questions of the future... But to really try and figure out what it is I'm asking.
In my fourth and final year of high school, I'm supposed to know where it is I want to be next year, what I want to major in, how I see myself in ten years, and of course the solution to world hunger. But surprise surprise, I'm no where even close to that. This is where if I were on twitter I would hashtag #VictoriaProblems.
From a young age I always thought I had it figured out. Go off to fancy college, be a fancy English major, and graduate ready to go off into the real world. One where I would meet my musician husband and we would live in a run down apartment and I would spend my days working on my memoir and nights being his personal groupie. But I'm afraid to say that it seems life just isn't that kind.
For one, how is a girl like myself going to manage the late night hours and slutty outfits of a groupie? & Secondly, how am I going to raise my SAT scores to the standards of my parents and what the world around me expects?
I guess when you're captain of the cheerleading team, president of UNICEF club & your church's youth group, photography editor of the newspaper, a member of senior council, editor of the yearbook, and have been a vegetarian for a decade now... People have high expectations of you.
Just thinking about it makes me want to watch season after season of Friends in my underwear and eat my weight in Ben & Jerry's red velvet ice cream. Which is a great example of how college applications can be perfectly compared to my last break up.
Sadly my horrid but quite charming sarcasm can only get me so far in life... And at the moment that's just been to my room because parent's just can't quite grasp it's humor.
Till next time.
In my fourth and final year of high school, I'm supposed to know where it is I want to be next year, what I want to major in, how I see myself in ten years, and of course the solution to world hunger. But surprise surprise, I'm no where even close to that. This is where if I were on twitter I would hashtag #VictoriaProblems.
From a young age I always thought I had it figured out. Go off to fancy college, be a fancy English major, and graduate ready to go off into the real world. One where I would meet my musician husband and we would live in a run down apartment and I would spend my days working on my memoir and nights being his personal groupie. But I'm afraid to say that it seems life just isn't that kind.
For one, how is a girl like myself going to manage the late night hours and slutty outfits of a groupie? & Secondly, how am I going to raise my SAT scores to the standards of my parents and what the world around me expects?
I guess when you're captain of the cheerleading team, president of UNICEF club & your church's youth group, photography editor of the newspaper, a member of senior council, editor of the yearbook, and have been a vegetarian for a decade now... People have high expectations of you.
Just thinking about it makes me want to watch season after season of Friends in my underwear and eat my weight in Ben & Jerry's red velvet ice cream. Which is a great example of how college applications can be perfectly compared to my last break up.
Sadly my horrid but quite charming sarcasm can only get me so far in life... And at the moment that's just been to my room because parent's just can't quite grasp it's humor.
Till next time.
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