Hello! As most of you hopefully know, it is once again the beautiful day of the week: Friday. However, I myself just realized. It was Friday a few minutes ago. Usually I wouldn't forget such an important fact, but I am currently in the midst of the amazing week that is spring break. And with that, I begin my list of thoughts.
1. I tend to jumble what day it is while on vacation.
2. I spend all winter telling myself that I don't care that I'm as pale as pale can be, but then when I gt tan, I begin to seriously question that mentality.
3. Pillow Pets are so much comfier than they're given credit for, I sleep on my Tigger pillow pet just about every night.
4. The restaurant Earl of Sandwich needs to be brought to the Midwest - I had their BBQ ham and pineapple Hawaiian sandwich tonight, and I'm salivating just at the thought of it.
5. Anything that has to do with natural disasters scares me way more than mythical thrills like goblins or ghouls - tornadoes, fires, earthquakes, etc.
6. Soft pretzels and ice cream make the best meals when at a theme park.
7. One of my very best friends who moved away and I haven't seen in over a year is going to be in the same city as me tomorrow, yet I'm still not going to get to see her due to extremely bad timing.
8. People with two different eye colors absolutely fascinate me, but I've only encountered two in my lifetime - the second encounter being today.
9. I saw my second shooting star a few days ago.
10. Life is butiful and I really wish I realized that more often.
Friday, March 30, 2012
Friday, March 23, 2012
Friday Facts
Yes, I am aware that my posts have been few and far between lately. I'd like to say it's because I've been particularly busy, but in truth, I've just had too many thoughts. I have all of these different ideas for blog posts, and I can never choose which to expand on first. So in order to alleviate myself from this overload of thoughts, I've decided it would be a good idea to every Friday, make a list of at least twenty random things that are running through my mind. That way, it'll all just be out there, and hopefully you'll find it somewhat entertaining as well.
So here goes...
1. I think this is the first year I've really appreciated Spring weather.
2. www.rainymood.com is fantastic. I put it on as well as music for background noise, and the result is amazing.
3. I feel like I accomplish WAY more in a day when I wake up early than when I sleep in.
4. My life is slowly beginning to revolve around choices of the future, and that's scaring me.
5. I'm part of the .5% of my school who did NOT see The Hunger Games midnight premier, but I get to see it today, so I'm still excited!
6. I find rainy weather to be generally inspiring.
7. The song "Red Solo Cup" is everything that is wrong with our country.
8. The song "Call Me Maybe" is everything that is right with our country (not really, but it is catchy).
9. The new Footloose movie was good, but nothing in comparison to the original.
10. Shrek and The Parent Trap have some of the best movie soundtracks in all history.
11. Lately I've been plagued with nightmares every night.
12. I live for random acts of kindness.
13. I don't know if I've ever been as shocked at a piece of clothing until I saw a sweatshirt that featured a picture of a giraffe and next to it were the words: "Moo, I'm a goat."
14. On really clear nights, when I look up at the starts, I sometimes feel like I'm in a planetarium, and these are the only times I get the true sense that the Earth is round and spinning.
15. I've taken exponentially less pictures this year than I have any other.
16. I love having painted nails but I hate painting them.
17. This time last year, I was in Italy touring the Colosseum.
18. There are a select few songs that the instant I hear them, my whole body just becomes calm and happy. This list includes "Beyond The Sea" by Frank Sinatra, "Hallelujah" by Rufus Wainwright, "Club 33 Music Loop Part 4", "Drops of Jupiter" by Train, among others.
19. Wearing a pearl necklace makes me feel instantly classier.
20. No matter how long my sister visits from college, it never seems like it's long enough.
Phew! That was a lot of thoughts, and man do I feel better. I hope that they may have spurred on a few thoughts of your own.
3. I feel like I accomplish WAY more in a day when I wake up early than when I sleep in.
4. My life is slowly beginning to revolve around choices of the future, and that's scaring me.
5. I'm part of the .5% of my school who did NOT see The Hunger Games midnight premier, but I get to see it today, so I'm still excited!
6. I find rainy weather to be generally inspiring.
7. The song "Red Solo Cup" is everything that is wrong with our country.
8. The song "Call Me Maybe" is everything that is right with our country (not really, but it is catchy).
9. The new Footloose movie was good, but nothing in comparison to the original.
10. Shrek and The Parent Trap have some of the best movie soundtracks in all history.
11. Lately I've been plagued with nightmares every night.
12. I live for random acts of kindness.
13. I don't know if I've ever been as shocked at a piece of clothing until I saw a sweatshirt that featured a picture of a giraffe and next to it were the words: "Moo, I'm a goat."
14. On really clear nights, when I look up at the starts, I sometimes feel like I'm in a planetarium, and these are the only times I get the true sense that the Earth is round and spinning.
15. I've taken exponentially less pictures this year than I have any other.
16. I love having painted nails but I hate painting them.
17. This time last year, I was in Italy touring the Colosseum.
18. There are a select few songs that the instant I hear them, my whole body just becomes calm and happy. This list includes "Beyond The Sea" by Frank Sinatra, "Hallelujah" by Rufus Wainwright, "Club 33 Music Loop Part 4", "Drops of Jupiter" by Train, among others.
19. Wearing a pearl necklace makes me feel instantly classier.
20. No matter how long my sister visits from college, it never seems like it's long enough.
Phew! That was a lot of thoughts, and man do I feel better. I hope that they may have spurred on a few thoughts of your own.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
A Penny For Your Thoughts?
Thus begins a very random compilation of thoughts that have been passing through my head through the past twenty four hours...
1. RIP Richard Sherman - the absolutely incredible composer of some of the biggest classics of all time (Mary Poppins music, "It's A Small World", etc.) died at 86 years old. So many big celebrities have passed on throughout the past year, I don't think I've been so sad about any of them as I am about Mr. Sherman.
2. When girls scream "THANK GOD I'M NOT PREGNANT!" in my high school bathroom, it makes me sad for my generation.
3. Home made brownies straight out of the oven topped with ice cream are utterly delicious.
4. Who is Joseph Kony, and what is his deal?
5. I get to see my sister for the first time since Christmas break in a couple of days, and I couldn't be more excited.
6. I will never understand the world's attraction to Nutella.
7. My generation is so competitive, it makes anxiety rise in my throat every time I think about the future.
8. The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo book series is addicting.
9. I'm really enjoying my little sister's recent obsession with Tom Cruise. Who knew he was in so many good movies?
10. I'm getting increasingly excited for the Hunger Games movie, and I'm extremely disappointed I won't be able to attend the midnight premier.
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1. RIP Richard Sherman - the absolutely incredible composer of some of the biggest classics of all time (Mary Poppins music, "It's A Small World", etc.) died at 86 years old. So many big celebrities have passed on throughout the past year, I don't think I've been so sad about any of them as I am about Mr. Sherman.
2. When girls scream "THANK GOD I'M NOT PREGNANT!" in my high school bathroom, it makes me sad for my generation.
3. Home made brownies straight out of the oven topped with ice cream are utterly delicious.
4. Who is Joseph Kony, and what is his deal?
5. I get to see my sister for the first time since Christmas break in a couple of days, and I couldn't be more excited.
6. I will never understand the world's attraction to Nutella.
7. My generation is so competitive, it makes anxiety rise in my throat every time I think about the future.
8. The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo book series is addicting.
9. I'm really enjoying my little sister's recent obsession with Tom Cruise. Who knew he was in so many good movies?
10. I'm getting increasingly excited for the Hunger Games movie, and I'm extremely disappointed I won't be able to attend the midnight premier.
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Sunday, March 4, 2012
All Good Things Must Come To An End
*Phew*...that was me finally being able to take a breath. For the last week, it feels like it's been constantly go, go, go. Not in a bad way, this week has actually been fantastically enjoyable, but I am ready to take a break.
This afternoon my school put on its last of six performances of the musical "Hello Dolly!". Don't get too excited, I wasn't a singer or a dancer in this production. If you know anything about me, then you could probably guess that I took part in playing clarinet in the pit orchestra.
My school goes all out for musicals. The costumes, lighting, set, props, everything is top notch. Not only that, but the pure amount of talent that goes into the singing and dancing never ceases to amaze me. However this doesn't come without any work. These high schoolers have been working long hours every day, five days a week, sometimes more, since December to put on this production. As for the pit band, we had only been rehearsing since late January. Blood, sweat and tears go into creating an unforgettable show. Then, all this week, it's been late night dress rehearsals, all leading up to the big weekend of the shows. Four days, six shows, and not a moment to spare.
During yesterday's matinee performance, when the cast was taking their bows and the audience was emitting its thunderous applause, I saw something that really captured how special this moment is. The boy who plays Horace - a senior for whom it was his last show - had a red face with tears welling up in his eyes. That honestly just made my heart want to melt. When you put so much effort - your heart and soul - into creating somethings so spectacular, and it's over, it's such a feeling of sadness mixed with pride. Even though I'm only a junior, I had just the tiniest twinge of the same feeling of sadness that the entire show was over. Never again would I sway to the beat of "Put On Your Sunday Clothes". Never again would I grin as my band director played the Louis Armstrong part in "Hello Dolly!" It's over.
Luckily, whenever that twinge of sadness comes creeping into my thoughts, I can overcome them with the memory of a great show. The thought that I contributed - however slightly - to putting on a show that brought an large audience a great amount of joy and entertainment. That thought makes ever hour of rehearsing and every note on my clarinet worth it. Today we "Put On Our Sunday Clothes" with a great amount of "Elegance" and said "Hello Dolly!" for the last time.
This afternoon my school put on its last of six performances of the musical "Hello Dolly!". Don't get too excited, I wasn't a singer or a dancer in this production. If you know anything about me, then you could probably guess that I took part in playing clarinet in the pit orchestra.
My school goes all out for musicals. The costumes, lighting, set, props, everything is top notch. Not only that, but the pure amount of talent that goes into the singing and dancing never ceases to amaze me. However this doesn't come without any work. These high schoolers have been working long hours every day, five days a week, sometimes more, since December to put on this production. As for the pit band, we had only been rehearsing since late January. Blood, sweat and tears go into creating an unforgettable show. Then, all this week, it's been late night dress rehearsals, all leading up to the big weekend of the shows. Four days, six shows, and not a moment to spare.
During yesterday's matinee performance, when the cast was taking their bows and the audience was emitting its thunderous applause, I saw something that really captured how special this moment is. The boy who plays Horace - a senior for whom it was his last show - had a red face with tears welling up in his eyes. That honestly just made my heart want to melt. When you put so much effort - your heart and soul - into creating somethings so spectacular, and it's over, it's such a feeling of sadness mixed with pride. Even though I'm only a junior, I had just the tiniest twinge of the same feeling of sadness that the entire show was over. Never again would I sway to the beat of "Put On Your Sunday Clothes". Never again would I grin as my band director played the Louis Armstrong part in "Hello Dolly!" It's over.
Luckily, whenever that twinge of sadness comes creeping into my thoughts, I can overcome them with the memory of a great show. The thought that I contributed - however slightly - to putting on a show that brought an large audience a great amount of joy and entertainment. That thought makes ever hour of rehearsing and every note on my clarinet worth it. Today we "Put On Our Sunday Clothes" with a great amount of "Elegance" and said "Hello Dolly!" for the last time.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Celebrity Crush
We live in a society that puts an incredible amount of worth upon actors and actresses. Think of when you read a magazine. We're so fascinated with these people who perform in movies and TV shows, we read about their trips to the grocery store. We look at pictures of them grabbing their morning coffee. The average person is just short of obsessed with at least one celebrity. However, this is only natural when they're portrayed as characters that we admire so much in stories. This is where the term "celebrity crush" comes in. Every person has had an irrational crush on a celebrity at one point or another.
This trend has been going on since the beginning of pop culture. For the girls, there was Elvis, for the guys there was Marilyn Monroe. In my parents day, there was David Cassidy and Farrah Fawcett. Most girls of this age fantasize about men like Ryan Reynolds, Bradley Cooper, James Franco, or (one of my personal favorites) Joseph Gordon Levitt. It's easy to see why these actors are so dreamy. Besides their dashing good looks, they are portrayed in romantic comedies as the all-around good guy who will make you laugh and bring you breakfast in bed. In action movies, they're seen as heroes who will brave any danger to protect you. However, there is one celebrity crush of mine (and I am sure that I am not the only one), that I will absolutely never understand.
Here I am, sitting watching Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides, seeing as Johnny Depp frolics around in black eyeliner and dread locks, and I can't help but wish I was Penelope Cruz, his leading lady. If you think about it, there's really nothing attractive about this man. He's a forty-something year old guy. He's portraying an unwashed, borderline homosexual pirate wearing more jewelry than I even own. What is it about this guy that makes girls swoon at the sight of him? Is it the pirate accent? Maybe the captain's hat. Or perhaps there's just something positively irresistible about the life of piracy, the spray of the sea, and the mystery of mermaids. Whatever it is, it's enough to make me (and just about every other girl who's ever seen the movies) to overlook Johnny Depp's lack of sanitation in depicting Captain Jack Sparrow.
Apart from Captain Sparrow, all of my celebrity crushes starting from childhood are relatively normal when compared to other girls my age. Everything started with The Beast from Beauty and the Beast. After he turned into a prince, it ruined everything. The Beast was so sweet and wonderful. Then, for the longest time, it was all about Matthew Broderick in Ferris Bueller's Day Off. When he serenades the audience with Danke Schoen, my heart would just melt. Ever since 10 Things I Hate About You and 500 Days of Summer, my go to celebrity crush has been Joseph Gordon Levitt, with his boyish smile and good-natured characters.
Every girl has her irrational love interests in different actors. For instance, my little sister has recently has acquired a thing for Keven Bacon and Tom Cruise. My other sister's first crush was on Link from the Legend of Zelda games. I have a friend who wanted to marry either Neville from Harry Potter or Harry Osborne from Spiderman for the longest time. Some may say having these crushes is weird or stupid. There's obviously no possibility for a relationship with these characters that we've built up in our heads to be so perfect. However, I see these crushes as healthy. It gives a girl hope that a guy out there exists who will fight of Gaston for you. A man who will help you ditch school and bring you on a joyride throughout Chicago. Even a ruggedly gay pirate who will fight off Black Beard is better than nothing.
This trend has been going on since the beginning of pop culture. For the girls, there was Elvis, for the guys there was Marilyn Monroe. In my parents day, there was David Cassidy and Farrah Fawcett. Most girls of this age fantasize about men like Ryan Reynolds, Bradley Cooper, James Franco, or (one of my personal favorites) Joseph Gordon Levitt. It's easy to see why these actors are so dreamy. Besides their dashing good looks, they are portrayed in romantic comedies as the all-around good guy who will make you laugh and bring you breakfast in bed. In action movies, they're seen as heroes who will brave any danger to protect you. However, there is one celebrity crush of mine (and I am sure that I am not the only one), that I will absolutely never understand.
Here I am, sitting watching Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides, seeing as Johnny Depp frolics around in black eyeliner and dread locks, and I can't help but wish I was Penelope Cruz, his leading lady. If you think about it, there's really nothing attractive about this man. He's a forty-something year old guy. He's portraying an unwashed, borderline homosexual pirate wearing more jewelry than I even own. What is it about this guy that makes girls swoon at the sight of him? Is it the pirate accent? Maybe the captain's hat. Or perhaps there's just something positively irresistible about the life of piracy, the spray of the sea, and the mystery of mermaids. Whatever it is, it's enough to make me (and just about every other girl who's ever seen the movies) to overlook Johnny Depp's lack of sanitation in depicting Captain Jack Sparrow.
Apart from Captain Sparrow, all of my celebrity crushes starting from childhood are relatively normal when compared to other girls my age. Everything started with The Beast from Beauty and the Beast. After he turned into a prince, it ruined everything. The Beast was so sweet and wonderful. Then, for the longest time, it was all about Matthew Broderick in Ferris Bueller's Day Off. When he serenades the audience with Danke Schoen, my heart would just melt. Ever since 10 Things I Hate About You and 500 Days of Summer, my go to celebrity crush has been Joseph Gordon Levitt, with his boyish smile and good-natured characters.
Every girl has her irrational love interests in different actors. For instance, my little sister has recently has acquired a thing for Keven Bacon and Tom Cruise. My other sister's first crush was on Link from the Legend of Zelda games. I have a friend who wanted to marry either Neville from Harry Potter or Harry Osborne from Spiderman for the longest time. Some may say having these crushes is weird or stupid. There's obviously no possibility for a relationship with these characters that we've built up in our heads to be so perfect. However, I see these crushes as healthy. It gives a girl hope that a guy out there exists who will fight of Gaston for you. A man who will help you ditch school and bring you on a joyride throughout Chicago. Even a ruggedly gay pirate who will fight off Black Beard is better than nothing.
Take Pictures, Capture Moments, Preserve Life
So very often, when I go out on any kind of occasion, no matter how insignificant, I'll grab my camera to bring along. Sometimes I will end up taking hundreds of pictures, other times I won't shoot a single frame. However, I hate if there is ever a moment when I have something I desperately want to take a picture of, and I'm found without my camera. I've been like this for years, ever since my Mom gave me disposable cameras to toy with as a child. Every once in a while, I'll get in the mood to look at old pictures from my childhood, and reminisce about how easy life was back then. Today just happened to be one of those days. However, I thought to myself...what if my house went up in flames? I know that's an awful thing to be thinking about, but seriously. My Mom has dozens upon dozens of photo albums that piece together my history. If they were all lost, there would be no record. Nothing to pass on to my children. So, I decided to start the very long and ongoing task of scanning in the best and most important of these pictures, starting from when my parents first married, up until the digital age when all pictures started being kept on computer files.
There's something so soothing about looking through childhood photos. Maybe it's because I can look into my eyes as they were once carefree and full of possibilities. Perhaps it just brings me back to some of my fondest memories. Regardless of the reason, they never fail to make me smile and feel a wave of serene contentedness wash over me. I feel so lucky that my parents documented how I changed over the years. From when I was a baby and I looked like a sack of potatoes, through round faced toddler-hood. I can watch as my face matures to look more like my Mother's every day.
My parents were like me, they would document any occasion. From trips to Disney World to trips to the apple orchard. From when they got a new cat to when the new cat got stuck inside my Dad's shoe. These are the little moments that would have been lost in history if a camera had not been in my Mom or my Dad's hand. So if you ever see my carrying around my big and clumsy camera on a seemingly ordinary day, keep in mind that I am just trying to preserve my life. I know for a face that I will never again look the same as I do today ever again. Each day I grow older, I change, and moments pass that will never come back. I love reliving moments of my past almost as much as I love looking forward to moments to come in the future.
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There's something so soothing about looking through childhood photos. Maybe it's because I can look into my eyes as they were once carefree and full of possibilities. Perhaps it just brings me back to some of my fondest memories. Regardless of the reason, they never fail to make me smile and feel a wave of serene contentedness wash over me. I feel so lucky that my parents documented how I changed over the years. From when I was a baby and I looked like a sack of potatoes, through round faced toddler-hood. I can watch as my face matures to look more like my Mother's every day.
My parents were like me, they would document any occasion. From trips to Disney World to trips to the apple orchard. From when they got a new cat to when the new cat got stuck inside my Dad's shoe. These are the little moments that would have been lost in history if a camera had not been in my Mom or my Dad's hand. So if you ever see my carrying around my big and clumsy camera on a seemingly ordinary day, keep in mind that I am just trying to preserve my life. I know for a face that I will never again look the same as I do today ever again. Each day I grow older, I change, and moments pass that will never come back. I love reliving moments of my past almost as much as I love looking forward to moments to come in the future.
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Me and a Chicken
Possibly My Favorite Picture of All Time
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My Dad Loves My Mom
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Blow Out The Candles
So at this point, anyone who ever reads this blog probably thinks I've either met an unfortunate demise, or decided to completely just stop posting. However, believe it or not, none of the above apply. Unless you consider finals, ACT studying, and summer college program applications qualify as an unfortunate demise. Regardless, I've written about high school angsty stress way too much on this blog, so we're just going to consider that implied at this point, and move on.
Something I would like to talk about is an upcoming event that should be marked on each and every one of your calendars. In just four short days, it will be the day of birth of the incredibly talented and beautiful author of the well-known blog with at least 12 followers, I May Claim To Know. Yes, it's true, this upcoming Wednesday, I will be turning the crazy and wild age of seventeen. (P.S. all of the above was very sarcastic). Birthdays in general can mean something different to you depending on what age you're turning.
When you're as young as just a few years, each birthday feels like you're centuries older. The holiday means smashing your face into the birthday cake with your favorite Disney princess or Pokemon on top. As you get older, into the years 8-14, the day means it's all about you. Your birthday means everyone does as you say and does anything to make you happy. Then, in the years 15-18, it's all about the milestones. At 15, you get your permit and you're feeling like you're the coolest teenager alive. At sweet 16, you get your license and you feel as if you're unstoppable. You can wave goodbye to your parents as you're rolling down the driveway, feeling the first waves of true independence.
I'm turning 17, which at first, I wasn't too impressed with. What real life milestones are there when you reach this age? It's just smack dab in the middle of driving age and adulthood. However, when I thought about it, I came up with a few perks of the old age. First off, I will have had my license for a year, which means the inconvenient laws such as "Only one person outside of the driver's family is permitted in the car while they're driving" and 10 P.M. curfews, are lifted. Also, 17 means I can officially and legally see an R rated movie in theaters without being accompanied by an adult...or a friend who is over 17 to buy my ticket.
Other than these random tidbits of widened freedom, there are more subtle changes in who you are. At 17, it finally seems like you're grown up. This is the age at which you'll be filling out your college applications. The age in which every thought that consumes your head is "how should I be spending my time in order to look best to my college of choice". The future lying straight out in front of us, but 17 is the age in which we must begin choosing which paths to follow. It's a scary time; that's why as this birthday is slowly creeping upon me, I can't help but feel a twinge of sadness. My youth is slipping before my eyes, and I'm powerless to stop it. I will never be able to return to the carefree days of childhood. I cannot recapture the middle school days of being able to mess up and have it not feel like it's going to destroy my entire future. My teenage milestones are mostly past me.
I realize that in the grand scheme of life, I'm very young, and that should be something to treasure while it lasts. But I can't help thinking about this birthday and feel a bit of regret. Wishing I could have done it all over again, being truly young. That's why with this birthday, I'm going to do my best to live this year so that at my eighteenth birthday, I won't feel any regrets. Every decision I make, whether it's colleges, majors, activities, etc. Each and every one will be made in regard for what's best for me. That is my birthday resolution.
Something I would like to talk about is an upcoming event that should be marked on each and every one of your calendars. In just four short days, it will be the day of birth of the incredibly talented and beautiful author of the well-known blog with at least 12 followers, I May Claim To Know. Yes, it's true, this upcoming Wednesday, I will be turning the crazy and wild age of seventeen. (P.S. all of the above was very sarcastic). Birthdays in general can mean something different to you depending on what age you're turning.
When you're as young as just a few years, each birthday feels like you're centuries older. The holiday means smashing your face into the birthday cake with your favorite Disney princess or Pokemon on top. As you get older, into the years 8-14, the day means it's all about you. Your birthday means everyone does as you say and does anything to make you happy. Then, in the years 15-18, it's all about the milestones. At 15, you get your permit and you're feeling like you're the coolest teenager alive. At sweet 16, you get your license and you feel as if you're unstoppable. You can wave goodbye to your parents as you're rolling down the driveway, feeling the first waves of true independence.
I'm turning 17, which at first, I wasn't too impressed with. What real life milestones are there when you reach this age? It's just smack dab in the middle of driving age and adulthood. However, when I thought about it, I came up with a few perks of the old age. First off, I will have had my license for a year, which means the inconvenient laws such as "Only one person outside of the driver's family is permitted in the car while they're driving" and 10 P.M. curfews, are lifted. Also, 17 means I can officially and legally see an R rated movie in theaters without being accompanied by an adult...or a friend who is over 17 to buy my ticket.
Other than these random tidbits of widened freedom, there are more subtle changes in who you are. At 17, it finally seems like you're grown up. This is the age at which you'll be filling out your college applications. The age in which every thought that consumes your head is "how should I be spending my time in order to look best to my college of choice". The future lying straight out in front of us, but 17 is the age in which we must begin choosing which paths to follow. It's a scary time; that's why as this birthday is slowly creeping upon me, I can't help but feel a twinge of sadness. My youth is slipping before my eyes, and I'm powerless to stop it. I will never be able to return to the carefree days of childhood. I cannot recapture the middle school days of being able to mess up and have it not feel like it's going to destroy my entire future. My teenage milestones are mostly past me.
I realize that in the grand scheme of life, I'm very young, and that should be something to treasure while it lasts. But I can't help thinking about this birthday and feel a bit of regret. Wishing I could have done it all over again, being truly young. That's why with this birthday, I'm going to do my best to live this year so that at my eighteenth birthday, I won't feel any regrets. Every decision I make, whether it's colleges, majors, activities, etc. Each and every one will be made in regard for what's best for me. That is my birthday resolution.
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