Yes, today is a Thursday. Yes, the month is March. Yes, the year is 2012. Yes, it is the 1st day of March. No, it is not an ordinary day.
It is not just some ordinary day because of this reason right here. Ashley. My best friend since 6th grade. Someone who gets me. Someone who will always be there for me, and I will always be there for her.
Today is Ashley’s birthday, and I just wanted to make this post to let everyone know. You know, because I have so many followers. Yeah, now that I think about it, Ashley is probably going to be the only one that reads this. Oh well. I guess I’ll get over it…
Anyways. Ashley, you are seriously someone in my life I am so blessed to have in it. When I look back, most of the the funnest times in my life include you and me hanging out. From riding our bikes in the summer up to Walgreen’s to going to a million concerts to singing songs we didn’t know the words to (well me anyways) to having tons and tons of sleepovers to EVERYTHING else we have experienced together, I thank you for making them truly the best. I am looking forward to the many years to come of us experiencing even more (OH goodness).
You are a beautiful person, both on the inside and outside. You are one of the most caring people I know with one big heart. You deserve the best birthday EVER! Eat some cake or cookies or SOMETHING today. And have some for me too. ;)
Love you girl. Have a fabulous birthday! <3
Warning: Blog contains information about my sometimes exciting life and the life lessons I sometimes learn.
Well, it’s the weekend and for any recent high school graduate, that means forking over large sums of money and attending graduation parties. Butt loads and butt loads of graduation parties.
On this lovely day, my parents and I had four parties to attend. I knew it was going to be a long day, but I tried to stay positive because out of the four, there was a good chance that at least one would be fun and enjoyable.
We couldn’t stay very long at all at the first one, but I wish we could have stayed. There was a person who I knew would be attending, and I hadn’t talked to him since middle school. I had only seen him in public places where I looked the other way and pretended to mind my own business. I was afraid he wouldn’t have recognized me or known who the heck I was.
I caught a glimpse of him at the party (right before we had to leave), but I was way too afraid to go up to him and say hi. I was too afraid of the likely chance of awkwardness if I had. I was afraid of this:
Oh hey there. Remember me? Yeah. Me. Emily. Remember we went to school together for 8 or so years? Remember in first grade when I invited you to my birthday party, and you gave me a hair brush because you said you liked my hair? Oh. Um. You don’t. Okay. Well, excuse me as I run away and hide forever in embarrassment. The chances of getting over it are unlikely. Bye!
So, I just stared at him like the creeper I am until I was forced to leave. And before I knew it, we were off to the next party of the day.
The next one was simply a “Hello! Congrats! Okay, bye!” type of situation. It was one of my mom’s old students that she really hadn’t talked to since, but my mom is such a nice person, we stopped by anyways. We were there for about an hour, and I actually enjoyed myself. The graduate was super nice. Despite this surprise, we had to say goodbye so we could head to our third party.
This party was for one of my mom’s friend’s (from high school) daughters. Supposedly this family and my family spent a lot of time together when my brothers and I were younger, which would explain why I barely remembered this information. A couple of years, we even visited the grandma who lives in Cape Cod. I DID remember that. Not sure how, but I did.
The older daughter is actually going to be a senior at the college I am going to this fall, so I spent some time chatting with her, asking her all my annoying questions. She was beyond nice, and I got more excited about MSU after talking to her. I didn’t know that was possible…
After eating and chatting for a bit outside, we headed into the house because my mom wanted to get some dessert. I’m shy and didn’t want to stay with people I had never met in my life before, so I followed her and my dad inside the house. As we were in the kitchen, in walks my mom’s friend’s brother, Paul. Well, my mom of course knew him very well because of growing up with his sister and her whole family during her childhood.
We seriously stood there talking to Paul in the kitchen for the next two hours.
Okay. Have you ever met someone who you feel like you’ve known your whole life? Not in a romantic sort of way (he’s older for crying out loud!), but just in a friendly sort of way. He was so hilarious and interesting, I couldn’t stop listening. After he had said hi to my mom and dad, he looked at me and asked my mom, “Wait a minute. Is this your daughter?” I shook his hand, and we started our conversation talking about where I am going to college, what I want to be, and all that fun stuff.
He told me, like so many other people have, how college is going to be such an awesome time in my life. He said it’s the only time in my life where I will be able to talk and have conversations with smart people. He explained to me that after college, I’ll meet people who are smart, but I won’t have time to really talk to them. In college, I would have the time.
Paul himself went into theater after college, and somehow he ended up living in Long Island, NY where he is a speech pathologist. My mom and him were talking about school stuff, and I could tell by the way he talked about his job, he truly loved it. I mean, he didn’t brag about it or anything, but the smile he got when he was telling stories about students he had said it all: he loved what he did.
I absolutely did not want to leave the graduation party because I was enjoying myself way too much. Here, I was talking to a person who I learned so much from in so little time, and I would probably never see him again in my life (maybe one more time, who knows). It was so damn bittersweet.
You know, when people ask me what I am going into (majoring) at MSU, I respond with “I am not sure yet, but something in the medical field.” Yeah, I say in the medical field, but you know what? I have no flippin’ idea what I want to be.
Why do I say the medical field? I say the medical field because I’ve been saying that for a long time, and that’s all I really know now. The medical field is a safe field, and more importantly, the medical field will allow me to make a lot of money. But oh my god, I am so sick of saying the medical field just to say it. I DON’T KNOW. I don’t know, and I am okay with that.
Yeah, I want to make a good amount of money when I grow up. But I don’t want to be making a lot of money for the sole reason that I want to make a lot of money. I want to make money from something I love doing. I want to love what I do, and money shouldn’t be the deciding factor for me.
Today has definitely been interesting, and I met a person I will never forget. This person taught me so much in less than two hours, and I feel like I have a totally new perspective about going to college and figuring out what I want to be.
I don’t have to be scared. I should be excited about going to MSU and figuring out who I am as a person and what I like to do. Yes, what I like to do. This is my life, and I want to make the most out of it. I am ready to start doing just that.
And with that said, good night.
Can’t complain about my day at all. Just got home from going to the movies with my friend Sam, followed by us having a good ole’ time at the mall. We got frozen yogurt. IT’S THE MOST DELICIOUS THING EVER. I got vanilla yogurt, raspberries, strawberries, and granola. Sam got vanilla yogurt, strawberries, kiwis, and sprinkles. Nom nom nomz.
At the movies, we saw Beastly. It was so cute and adorable! It’s almost 6 and at 6:45 I’m going BACK to the movie theater to hang out with Gabby and Shelby. We are going to see Take Me Home Tonight. It should be a good night.
My day has been filled with movies, frozen yogurt, laughing, and pictures. What can I say? Awesome day so far.
P.S - Sam looks creepy, and I look like I don’t have a left eye. We are cool, no?