So tomorrow I will sort of embark on a very scary chapter of my life. Sort of. High School orientation. I am going to pee in my pants I am really scared. REALLY scared. No joke. But of course, i have words of consolation from every adult i encounter who learns that I will be an in coming freshman. “Well, actually, I hated high school. But you-” *Waves their hand vertically in front of them as though I am a Deal or No Deal briefcase* “You, you will be great I’m sure, i mean really its not like your, what, fourteen?” Oh umm actually yes. “Oh at least its not a big school?” Whoop dee do 2,000 kids … ahem. “Good thing you don’t have to worry about sports tryouts!” Lucky you you have hit the jackpot, because guess who has a group of 15 year old water polo girls waiting to tear her to sheds?

I’m really Just kidding, every one I’ve talked to has been really helpful and encouraging. Really I am super thankful. Did I ever mention that my grandma read Seventeen magazine in her teen years? My wise, insightful, generous, unmaterialistic, awesome grandma? Perhaps the guilty habit of reading such said magazine (a vice I am so much in denial of that i refuse to get a subscription, going on four months now, newsstand prices) will actually make me a better person. At least thats what i tell myself as i soak up an excess of atrocious fashion ideas. I have not blogged in a long time and I miss the feeling of sending your feelings into cyberspace. Oh, since I’m blabbing in a very stereotypical teenager-ish way as it is, im sure it wont hurt to mention that i got a new eyeshadow! Adore by Urban Decay, vegan and NO animal testing. What’s not to love?

Ahh the joys of youth. I am now struggling to come to terms with the fact that indeed I am much more average than I strive to or would like to be. And maybe that isnt the worst thing in the world, it gets tiring fighting to be different, and by no means to I mean to say that I plan on stopping, 100% all the time. Sorta. Wow proof I am a teenager I can’t even commit to being myself all the time. But who can? I try and faster than I can look out the rear window my life is zooming off and I am forced to fight even harder to be original and to let the rest of the world suck it. (pardon my adolescent slang.) Because quite frankly, all the adults who don’t think a kid can and will are just remembering the sour losers they once were. Perhaps harsh, but the self declared Queen of Geekdom knows sometimes tough love is the only way to get original people out there. In this big bowl of cheerios, we need a few fruit loops to tide us over.

Love and Dr. pepper

Delia