A Lack of Excitement, Inspiration...10 days.

Guten Morgen :) That last post was basically rambling about the ridiculous things I do with my friends, so I'm going to follow that a little bit differently. Okay...here's how it is...

Basically, I'm counting down the days until high school. I start on September 3rd(before Labor day for once), and my summer is no longer filled with excitement. At all.
Now, I'm basically spending my time babysitting, reading my assigned book and making sure my math packet is complete(which shouldn't be difficult because the people going into Honors got less summer homework than those just going into Advanced Placement :D )

SOOO....

I've got school shopping to do, and I have a freshman orientation at 6:30 this Wednesday. I'm psyched, because I get my schedule....but not much more excitement here, except for me dying my friends hair, it coming out differently than intended, but her(luckily) warming up to it.

But that's not exactly excitement, now is it?

So, I have to apologize, because any of the posts that really have to do with my life are very likely to put you to sleep for the time being.

The sad part is that I JUST STARTED the blog, and it's already dragging...

But I'll get inspired soon, and you'll get the other end of it, I guess.

Danke :)

Sisterhood of the Traveling Bear...?(11 days left.)

"A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked."-Bernard Meltzer.

Okay...so, yesterday was a fairly decent day. My "sister-from-another-misters"(as they would call themselves) and I spent four hours at the mall. I got to take time out of my mind; no thinking, no technicalities for once. I don't have those days often. One of their birthdays was the 17th, another the 20th, so we figured we'd celebrate this way. So, we could've sworn that we'd seen the guy that I liked for well over a year with his now-girlfriend on the downstairs level....whatever. I forgot about that, even though it kinda got to me. There's more to the whole thing with him, but it's pretty disinteresting, and if I were you, I really wouldn't care. It's not even 'good' drama, if there were such a thing...not only is it 8th grader drama, but it's boring 8th grader drama...I'm not dumb or immature enough for the juicy stuff. :)

So, naturally, we met outside the Build-a-Bear as usual. But this time, after everyone showed up, we actually decided to go in. We all pitched in to buy a bear that we're going to pass around between the five of us, named Triland. Some of us are being split up this year and going to different high schools...four of us are going to Triton in our area, some to Highland...what a clever combination, I know.

After we got 'her', along with an outfit that suits our clashing tastes perfectly, we headed for Hot Topic...four of us were having fun, one got scared in there. We went to Aeropostale next door. Three having fun, one neutral, one dying to get out(who ended up getting a hoodie there anyway, so she really has to be more open-minded). We went to Wet Seal....well, all were satisfied there. Blah, blah, blah...tried on hats at Macy's, took photobooth pictures, got a snowstorm from Kohr Bros. Ice Cream, got it stolen from me when one of them pointed behind me talking about a cute shirt in Penney's...yeah. I don't know how interesting this is to you, in fact I'm shocked you've gotten this far, but it was a significant part of my summer's end, so I figured I'd tell you all about it.

Well, we had some classic times yesterday. The five of us haven't been all together at once for a long time, and it was nice to finally all be free simultaneously. No matter how much of a loner I can be sometimes, I love them.

Now, Dexter is on. It's an addiction, so I'm going to watch.

Meghan Rene', Sarah Sinead, Charisse Louann, Meghan Elizabeth, Christina Marie. :)

Thunderstorms. (Thirteen days until school.)

"Quiet minds cannot be perplexed or frightened
but go on in fortune or misfortune at their own private pace, like a clock
during a thunderstorm."- Robert Louis Stevenson

Thunderstorms. I can't tell you how much I love them, live for them. Especially ones that creep up on you unexpectedly in the middle of the night. Shocker...it's 1:30 in the morning, there's endless downpour, lightning's bringing life to the world around me and deafening crackles of thunder are piercing my ears as I type away. I know so many people who hate such weather; they think it's ugly, terrifying. I don't know how they don't see the beauty in the disaster.

They have a general formula as to what you're supposed to expect, but yet you somehow never really know what to expect. You know what they're typically composed of, but that still doesn't make it definite...you still never really put you're full trust into it, because you never know if there's a catch. Sometimes they're simple...what some would call dull...but they definitely make up for it on other days. For example...right now. I'm in the midst of one of those raw ones...you know, the one's that aren't effing around, because they mean business. This lightning seems like it's too close for comfort...that's alright with me.

I'm going to go enjoy it until it winds down a bit so I can get some sleep without the craving for the chaos outside my window, combined with the slight fear for my life screaming from deep inside of me. Night.

*Listening to*: Remembering Sunday-ATL(ft. Juliet Simms)

It's Late-Queen

Light Up the Sky-Yellowcard

(huh...the last two sound like puns.)

Good Morning Starshine, the Earth says Hello!

Hola, the name's Christina. I blow out my candles on October 23, which makes me a raging scorpio. I've been told that I'm pretty much fourteen going on fifteen physically, fourteen going on forty mentally. I live in South Jersey, and when you sum everything up, I basically detest this state. My parents believe it was a mistake moving here, but personally, I believe that there's a reason why I was subjected to such small-mindedness from the time I was three. I know I'm not the only one, but I believe that everything does happen for a reason, so I don't really regret being here. I just know there's bigger and better things for me, for all of us, out there. My dad is originally from Queens, New York, and is a musician definitely worth checking out. Listen in at www.gunderman.tv. I graduated middle school in June, said very tearful goodbyes to those going separate ways, sucked it up and got psyched to go to high school. I'm definitely excited, not for the whole "high school experience", but because I have more options than ever regarding my education. I promise you that I will succeed, as long as I put my mind to it. Anyway, this is simply an introduction of sorts, and there will be many more, actually intriguing, posts up on here. This is a period of mental and emotional growth for me, and I'm getting ready to spread my wings and greet the world.