The End of Times

Whenever a month ends, I always seem to say Wow. That's over? It's a new month? That's crazy.

Wow. August is over. September starts tomorrow. That's crazy.

Lots have happened since my last post. I successfully worked at the pool for about a month. It was pretty fun, kind of boring, but pretty fun. Hey, I earned more than I did last year!

School started along with hard classes and hours of homework. Speaking of which, I have about 7 hours of AP homework to complete in the next two days. Yay procrastination.

I'm not really sure what I want to do anymore. Part of me wants to skip college altogether, because I know that if I do go, there is a 70% chance I will be spending 6-7 years there. And I don't want to be in school for the majority of my twenties, ya feel me? I'm just stretched out over everything there possibly is. Ahhh first world problems, man.

I do know that I want to get out of the house and actually start living my life. That will never change.

Hopefully I'll have a new Youtube video up soon and a new blog and some writing. But, alas, tomorrow is reserved for four hours of homework. My rest day is over.

Hasta luego!

~Em

Earning Big Bucks

Well... I'm officially a lifeguard!!! Yay, me! My first day was Sunday. Saturday night I nearly threw up because of how nervous I was. When I got there, it wasn't bad. The woman who runs things explained a lot of it, and I know all of the people who work there from school. Truth be told, they aren't my favorite people, but I can stand them for six hours. Lucky for me, my favorite freshman was there to help me out.

There was a huge storm today, but I missed most of it because I was stuck in windowless rooms in the hospital where I volunteer. Today was great. Usually I am there in the mornings, but today I came at night. One of the nurses took me around and... I'm not sure how much I can say because I'm still fuzzy about the volunteer/patient confidentiality thing. I will say that I learned a lot about the machines and scans that they take. It was all very interesting and made those four hours pass quite quickly.

In other recent events, I just got back from Chicago! Minus my family, I had a ton of fun. The four star hotel we stayed at was actually pretty crappy in my opinion. Hard beds and no free wi-fi. Classy my ass. We saw all the big sights like the Willis Tower (Sears Tower), Field museum, Shed aquarium, Navy Pier, and, my favorite, the Planetarium.

Look at the quality of my new camera!!

The Planetarium was all about stars and physics and science. I loved every moment of it. I even bought a shirt that says 'Come to the Dork Side, we have π' There was one room where there were computer screens everywhere with 3D interactive activities on them. In the front of the room, there was an astronomer (?) talking about stars and asteroids. He was taking questions and using the Xbox motion program to control google maps. I sat there and listened for about 45 minutes, and I would have stayed longer if I wasn't scheduled to go to a movie. 

My second favorite part was the dolphin show at the aquarium. It reminded me of how much I wanted to be a Marine Biologist when I was younger. I've now decided that animal trainers deal with less sharks, poison, and seaweed, and deal more with dolphins. Dolphins are where it's at. 

Dolphins move fast. Most of my pictures are blurry.

That's it for now. 

Adieu, 

~Em

Deflated Balloons

If you ask my why that's the title, I'll say it's a metaphor. For what, I have no idea. Not really.

It seems kind of mean posting a sort of depressing post after not posting for nearly a month. But, it is what it is.

Today, I realized that there is nothing getting me out of bed. I have to feed my fish, but he can wait until noon. If I sleep in long enough, I don't have to make breakfast. I have no deadlines, no urgent projects... Really, I'm a mess without school. I never thought I would say that.

School, however emotionally and physically draining it was, gave me a reason to wake up in the morning. I valued the time I had to myself because I got so little of it. There was something going on constantly, things that I could look forward to.

Now, I roll out of bed, find something to eat, feed the fish, and sit on my computer until I have to go to softball at 4. Ah, softball. You think it would be something to do, to keep me entertained. For a while it was. For the past week, the most I have played is four innings. That's half a Varsity game and 4/5 of a JV Game. I played 4 innings twice. The rest of the games I played two innings and sat Varsity. Out of twelve games, we won 1 or 2. Out of roughly 56 innings, I played 14. That's the least of anyone on my team. The beginning of the season, I was playing 7 innings of Varsity EVERY NIGHT. I'm more than a little pissed. But... Whatever...

It's always been like this. The authorities put me at the top, saying how good I am. But, the moment they find someone better, I'm kicked into the trash bin and moved to the compost pile. I think this is why I cling so much to my grades and my music and my writing. They are things that I love. Things that I'm better than anyone in my school at. They've never treated me badly, and my favorite English and band teachers have always been there for me. They actually believe in me, or at least my band teacher does. I'm not so sure about the English teacher anymore. Her son takes after her, and I'm starting to see that. 

I can't do anything about these people because I've never been taught to stand up for myself. My parents aways say, "There's nothing you can do about it. Deal with it. Don't quit. Go out the next year, too. Suck it up." So, all my life I've been putting up with people's bullshit, and I'm tired of it. 

Well... This post wasn't really supposed to end up where it did, but that's okay. I wish July would come faster. Camp NaNo starts on the 1st and softball ends and I might go to California and my family and I are going to Chicago (I think). Then, not long after, my Junior year of high school begins with all the hard classes, amazing teachers, and threatening deadlines I could ever want. Speaking of school, guess who got a 29 on her ACTs on the first try. Looks like I'm set for any state college. And The Plan progresses... Yay.?

Anyways, thanks for listening as usual, Internet. You are so nice. 

Live long and eat chocolate, 

~Emi

Finals Are Coming

I couldn't resist. I'm a Throner. I haven't read the books yet. I really, really need to do that. Yet another thing on my To-Do list.

I had a Spanish test today. Started studying for it today, too. In my defense, I found out about the test yesterday. I'm hoping to score over a 79% and pass the class with a 95%. Then I remember there's a final. Of course.

On the bright side, I only have one more math test left if all goes well.

Our school's first softball game of the season was just an hour ago. We won! 18-5. I played 2nd base- something that I only did once ever... In the third grade. I was nervous and stressed out as usual, but all went pretty well. I was quite happy.

If I could locate my camera, I would be making lots of Youtube videos, especially with my NEW GUITAR. It's beautiful. Yet, alas, my camera is no where to be found.

School ends in 6.5 days, and one, maybe two days, I won't be there.

So, the clock ticks, as my one Spanish final, one math test, one English test, one biology test, and one band lesson draw nearer and nearer.


Adieu!

~Em

Battle Wounds

Softball season is finally upon us. You know what that means...

Battle wounds. The painful reminders that you took one for the team and either failed or acheived greatness. These are the scars that will grace a body for years to come and serve as reminders of heart, passion, and greatness.

But, seriously. These things are war trophies in the softball world.

I'm both excited and unexcited about softball this year. On one hand, I think I could do very, very well this year. On the other hand, I just want one summer that I don't have to do anything. *Sigh* I'll have summers off in just a few years though.

This year, I am pretty sure I've got a spot on the varsity team. Hopefully I get my third base and my batting continues to improve. Knock on wood.

School is nearly over!!!!!! Tomorrow is the senior's last day. I am a little disappointed that I won't be there to say goodbye to everyone, but I'll take a day off when I can. This Sunday is Graduation where I have to play in the band. We are playing Sólas Ané by Hazo, and I am really excited because it is one of my favorite pieces.

Tomorrow I am getting a new guitar, possibly maybe. I will have to practice with it a little more in order to sing my song to the seniors before Sunday. Sometime before graduation, if all goes well, I will upload my video to Youtube. I've been looking forward to this for months.

Currently nursing a giant bruise on my thigh,

~Em

Lesson Learned (Maybe)

Lots of you probably know what unrequited love feels like. And, if you don't, at one point in your life, you will. I promise.

Somewhere on Tumblr

Unrequited love feels like someone twisting your heart while bashing you head against a wall. By far, it is the worst state I have ever been in in my short history. Every I saw him, I wanted to kiss the crap out of him while at the same time punch him and myself repeatedly. Needless to say, I was confused.

To freshman me, this senior guy was a fucking god. Tall, handsome, smart, kind... Everything I had ever hoped for. In about November/December of my Freshman year, my band director comes up to me and starts talking about this senior guy whom I had really never noticed. Boom. Suddenly, I was blinded by Mr. Intelligent Hotness. Somehow, Mr. Intelligent Hotness and I started talking. Everyday. For about a month. Mr. Intelligent Hotness soon became Mr. Intelligent Perfect. Everything was there – the 3 AM conversations, the goodnights and good mornings... The only thing missing was my ability to speak to people. He went to prom with another girl, and I cried the entire weekend. Shut up. I was a freshman.

Somewhere in there, I told him I really, really like him. And he said the same. It is here that I learned my first lesson. Don't be afraid to tell someone you like them.

This guy and I went on some.... Dates? I don't even know if they count as dates, I mean once I played video games at his house, the other time he took me to Titanic, and I paid for myself.

In May of that year, I needed to figure things out, so I wrote a novel now titled Loving Amelia Perfect about this relationship.

That fall, he went off to college... And then nothing. I shrugged it off, I mean, it's college. New people, new city, new classes. Awkward conversation here. Awkward conversation there. He got a girlfriend... Broke up with her... Came back to small hicktown every once in a while... All this time, I was feeling worse about myself because, of course, I blamed all of this on my inability to hold a conversation face to face with the guy. I was depressed and sad and tired of everything.

I can't just be friends with him. And it sucks.

The last weekend, he chaperoned the school's band trip. I was slightly terrified of how things would go, so of course, I did my best to ignore him and attract his attention for the first day. This worked pretty well. And, it should, because I'm a pro at it. The next day was the same story. I knew sort of how things would end up because of past experience, and put myself through it anyway. About halfway through the day, he joined my little theme park group. Everything actually went okay, but he was attached to this one girl all day. Okay, fine. I was a little jealous, but it's his life. He can talk to who ever he wants.

Lesson Two) Boys are assholes.

On the bus ride home, I was hit with the full reality of what my friends were saying to me. This guy, this "perfect" guy, was most definitely a player. Had been for a long time. I'd known it, too. But, I thought that I knew him better than other people. I thought that I could see the good, the sweetness behind him. Sure, maybe I did. There's just not enough.

Lesson Three) People aren't understandable. Ever.

Needless to say, I was pissed. Mostly at myself. It's not his fault. What kind of asshole leads a girl on and then runs away without explanation? I mean seriously! But still, some of the fault is mine for not realizing this sooner and putting myself through so much pain. So, that night, after a loooonnnggg bus ride and rage coursing through my body, I decided to put an end to it all. I.... Unfriended him on Facebook and deleted his number. That right. What now? Cliche, cliche, cliche.

Lesson Four) People grow apart. One crush leaving is not the end of the world.

Part of me won't ever get over him. It was the first time I ever felt something that strongly. I'm still going to be nice to him, and talk to him when he talks to me... But it just won't be the same. Guess I have to find another back up prom date. Anyone available?

Lesson Five) Become friends with guys in middle school so you can have a prom date.

Lesson Five and a Half) Don't post this post anywhere the person the post is about might see it.

Lesson Five and Three Quarters) On second thought, let him see. I want to know what he thinks.

A year and a half later, and I'm over him.

Finally.

Thanks for sticking around.

~Em

Es lo que es.

Scared.

There were a lot of things that I wanted to write out in this post. One of them is the fact that my left hand now looks a lot like my sunburned shoulders. Only, my hand was burned via hot noodles in boiling water. Yay, clumsiness! The other one is a bit more serious.

I'm scared.

I don't know if it's the stupid weather that can't decide between 80 degrees or snowing, or if it is the fact that school is taking way too long to end. All the same, I just can't get pass this sad, scared-ness. I'm not even sure what to call it. I'm unmotivated, but at the same time I really want to do all of these things. I go from extremely happy to pissed to tired in seconds. Right now, I am both pissed and really tired.

I hate having these vicious mood swings, and I get them more often than most people. And if you say this is from my raging hormones, I will cut you.

To top it off, when I get sad, happy, tired, bored, ect., I eat. When there's no healthy snacks to eat, I turned to the chocolate and ice cream and chips. This week especially. Now more than ever, I'm scared that I have an eating disorder. And I have no clue what to do or even if I have one. My dad would probably say suck it up. My mom would probably say quit eating so much as she chows down on oreos. Where I live, no one talks about eating disorders. No one. It's like they choose to ignore the topic, like it doesn't even exist.

I'm scared about my future. I'm scared I'll end up in some small, hillbilly town with a farmer husband, working a 9-5 job and hating my life. I'm scared I'll never have a boyfriend or even a boy friend for that matter. I'm scared that if I have kids, I won't have a girl. I'm scared I'll never get to leave the United States. I'm scared my mother won't accept I'm Atheist. I'm scared I'll never have the guts to dye my hair and get a tattoo. I'm scared I won't get published or go into science. I'm scared to get stuck in one place all of my life. I'm scared to settle for easy. I'm scared to go after what I want.

I guess the reason I'm writing this is because I want to know that I'm not the only one. And I want to be able to see the hope in the future. I'm also writing this because I want you to know that you aren't alone. I'm here for anyone anytime.

~Em

The Much Needed (And Hated) Sickness

For the past three days I have been fighting a snotty war. I'm one of those people who really wants to get sick to skip out of things like school and family gatherings... But, when I actually get sick, I'm okay with it for about 30 seconds before I want to be healthy again.

Runny nose, sore throat, sick stomach, headaches.... Yeah. You don't want to come near me. I stayed home from school Tuesday and Wednesday, but today I'm back. Granted, I can't hear anything and my nose is running constantly to the point where I said,"Screw it. I'll just carry the kleenex box around." I just couldn't miss another day of school. Now, I am at school and thinking.... Oh, yeah. I definitely could have missed another day of school. Not because I'm sick sick. It's because I'm sick.... And tired of school and routines and assholes who can't count past potato.

As for the origins of this sickness... Probably Europe. Or probably not. Maybe I got it from this school's disgusting bathrooms. Or perhaps I picked it up from my brother. The case was only worsened by the lack of sleep attained this weekend.

There were two good things that I did get out of my two sick days. I caught up on every episode I've ever wanted to. I caught up so much that I get sick and tired of the T.V. I proceeded to get really bored which resulted in me getting halfway through the first Harry Potter in about 3 hours. Talent, baby.

This what the first time reading Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone since I read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. I feel sort of bad, actually. I grew up with the book. It's one of the main reasons that I'm still writing today. I find it amazing how many connections I can make from the first to the last books. I might have to write about this in my writing blog.

What books did you read growing up? Reread them!

~Em

Stressball Relief

I'm starting to think it's just that time of year... Or maybe it's a Mid-teen Crisis. Whatever the cause, I've been feeling really stressed lately. Stressed about school, about the future, about being the best person I can be. I'm surprised my hair isn't falling out by now.

School is a waste of time. I'm learning nothing, enjoying nothing, and just getting by. I really don't care about it anymore. I've got Senioritis.

At this point in the year, everyone is trying to figure out next year. The principal wants to know your schedule. Parents and grade sponsors want to know what you want to do for prom next year. What college do you want to go to? What job do you want to have for the rest of infinity? Who are you going to marry? Where will you live? Are you taking him to prom? What are you going to name the cat you'll have when you're 76? All I want is for everyone to slow down and take a breath.

I need to slow down and take a breath.

Lately, I've been really lazy in my personal life because when I get home from tennis and school, I'm too tired to do anything. And on the weekends, I either have something going on, or I'm catching up on all of the rest that I lost over the week. I haven't touched anything I've written at least two weeks. I haven't been posting art or youtube videos or stories or blog posts.

Trying to make myself better is one of the hardest things I can do by force. It seems like the more I try to be better, the worse I get. I think about it too much and notice the temptations of whatever I don't want to want more.

All of the energy has been sucked from me. I have no motivation, no drive. I want to write and edit and make videos... But, at the same time, I don't want to put in the effort to do them. All of these schedules and routines and rules are getting to my head. I just want school to end already!

This summer is supposed to be one of the best summers ever. I can't wait to run and swim and bike, draw, read, write, play, and be warm. I just hope that it lives up to all of the hype.

~Em

Sunny Rain

This last weekend was prom (Yay! Prom!). Even though I didn't technically go, I still went as a server. I helped clear off tables, had amazing food, and got to dance. I even got to know a girl who is an absolutely amazing person. She's smart and brave and not afraid to stand up for herself, which is everything that I wish I could be. More on her later.

Prom night, there was boy who was really, really brave and has earned my complete respect. Prom night, this he was a she. Let me tell you, in a small town, that takes more guts than I'll ever have. He looked fabulous. I was surprised at how well it went over. Most people were fine with it. But that's just it. Most people. Other people were asses and wouldn't drop it. Today, I found out that a few of those unlucky people got a little extra water and enzymes in their lemonade if you know what I mean.

I know they only think that way because of how they were raised.... But all the same, I think they kind of deserved it. Just know, I wasn't the one to commit the act.

Speaking of stupid people, let's talk about the average teenage male. Today in one of my classes, the amazing and brave girl I was telling you guys about was talking to a guy in my class. This guy has his moments, but usually I can't stand him. Today was one of those days. This girl and this guy were arguing to the point where she was on the verge of tears. She said something along the lines of I'm moving to Canada, so that men like you can't control me. I felt terrible for her and myself because, let's face it, America is being controlled by men. No matter how much we fight, women are viewed as powerless. The reason it is so hard to break out of this is because women have been viewed like that for centuries. Slowly, this is changing. Slowly, the views on homosexuality are changing. But, it's peers like my peers that make me dread the future of the world.

My heart goes out to everyone hurt in the bombings in Boston. I wish I could be there helping at this very second.

I hope something in this post made sense.

~Em

Narcissistic Tendencies

I wanted to pull a Taylor Swift and title the post "I am Never Ever Ever Speaking to Her Again". But, I thought I would save your eyes and put it in the body of the post. You're welcome.

The past three days of my English class have actually been interesting and worth listening too. This is probably because we are reading Brave New World. How could it not be interesting? Also, we rearranged the tables today just to make this one freshman's head explode. He doesn't like change... And he's not my favorite in the world. Let's just say that our views on practically everything are complete opposites.

Speaking of people not liking other people in English class... Near the very end of class this morning we were asked to pick up a notecard and label one side A and the other B. On side A the class was told to write down one person you would love to do a project with and another person you would love to socialize with. On side B, the teacher told us to write down one person you would hate to work on a project with and another you would hate to socialize with. These people had to be in the classroom. I wrote down my people, not thinking much of it and turned my card in. And then... Our teacher read the sides off. I still didn't care. I was expecting my name on side A because three of my best friends are in my class. What I was not expecting was my name being on side B.

Let me get this straight. I am fine with people hating me and not liking me. Whatever. There are going to be people who hate my guts. Tell most people around here that you are Atheist and it's a done deal. But I was a little surprised because of who was in my class. All of them have been friends and hung out with me at one time or another. They seem to generally like me. And I, for the most part, generally like them.

Everyone else was a little surprised too. I have to admit that the cries of shock were kind of nice. I'm not generally a social person and it's nice to know that people actually notice me. It's even nice to know that some people do hate me enough to never want to talk to me ever.

I did find out who said they would never want to talk to me again in the next period. Sort of shocking because I thought that she really liked me. But, I'm a big girl. I'll survive.

Anyways... Thanks for listening to my narcissistic filled rant which only proves that this test ------------> is a little more right.

I'll see you guys later. (>'')> *hugs*

~Em

Musicality

Yesterday was Small Group Contest for band and vocal. Now, seeing that I'm not in vocal, I'll just tell you about band.

The only thing I have to compare Band Small Group to is Speech contests. Speech, of course, is the more fun of the two because everyone is pretty weird and outgoing. They want to meet new people, play games, and have fun. Band, on the other hand, is full of people who got up way to early in the morning and have "I didn't sign up for this shit" written all over their faces. Still, there are some things that I liked a lot better about band contest compared to speech contest. First of all, you didn't have to wait 3 hours for your results. The results from my Woodwind Choir piece was up within twenty minutes. We got a I by the way. Secondly, you could video tape without permission from the state! What a radical idea! On the one hand, it saves someone from a bit of paperwork. On the other hand, everyone already does it.

Unlike last year where I just did Woodwind Choir, this year I also did a duet with my good friend who is a bass clarinetist. This duet was pretty special for two reasons- 1) I wrote it myself and 2) it was the ONLY contemporary piece of music played at contest ALL day. As my good friend told me, "Everyone's playing Bach and Beethoven. We're playing Haywood." After playing it perfectly for the past two weeks and never squeaking once, I managed to squeak a good five or six times. I was so nervous I was shaking and struggling to breath. But, I got through it and never really missed a note. We received a II from the judge which I was perfectly fine with. The last time I did any duet/solo type thing was three-ish years ago in the 7th grade. I got so nervous that I couldn't even play 50% of the music. It was terrible and I felt like complete crap. This year, I think speech really helped me preform better. I was a little more used to standing in front of people and preforming.

Later, I went to a community play and dinner. The dinner and play were fantastic. The sound system wasn't broadway, but it definitely was a step up from my high school's sound system. You could clearly hear everything. There was some feedback partly from the microphones being hit by skin and clothes, partially because the sound techie had everything turned up very high. This would have bothered the crap out of me, and if there weren't as many old people in the audience as there were, I would have turned the pick up down. Also, I would have dressed a little nicer. The acting was what you would suspect a community play to have, but it was very funny and entertaining. Two of my friends' bothers were in the play and they were hilarious. I'd never thought I would say this, but I might like to be in community plays when I'm older. They seem like tons of fun.

~Em

The Spectacular Suck-ism of School

I hate school. I love learning, but I hate school.

School is where you have facts crammed down you're throat which you are expected to keep there until the very last possible second. After that, you are free to throw it up on a piece of paper and never speak of it again.

Learning is exploring; The gaining of knowledge that will stick with you forever. It's like superglue. It's never going to go away.

School is where you are forced to sit for 7 hours a day and pay attention (And let's face it. No one ever pays attention). And then on top of that there is 2 hours of homework every night. 9 hours x 180 days (the average school year)= 1620 hours. Add in sports and the number rises to about 2000 hours. So, 1620 hours is about 68 days. Doesn't seem bad, right? Wrong. Because of the lack of stimulation in most public schools, most students go home and do more of what they have been doing all day- nothing. These nothings would include but are not limited to video games, Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, T.V., ect. All this time in school is wasted. All for what? Another American to sit on the couch doing nothing?

Learning, however, happens 24 hours, 7 days a week, year round. Yet, it hardly takes up any time... Or at least it doesn't feel like it takes up time because humans are so damn good at it. That's how we made it this far! The brain is constantly gathering information, storing and discarding it. It decides what is important and what is not according to how a person thinks by the way they were raised and their peers' values. The majority of things taught in school (Like what a simile is or how to solve permutations) goes in the brain's discard pile after it is no longer needed to, say, pass a test. The ideas, actions, and thoughts that interest the brain and have a chance of helping in the future go in the storage pile. Will you ever need to know the formula for salt in a life or death situation? Maybe. Probably? No. Therefore, the brain would probably throw this out.

*****

It's the last quarter of school, so the principal is trying to figure out our schedules for next year. The sophomores had to have a 40 minute meeting with the principal because there are over 35 people who want to take Adv. Bio and Chemistry next year. This is more than ever before in the history of ever. I go to a relatively small school. There are just over 300 people in the high school, so scheduling is a bit tight. I was one of the few to volunteer to split my classes between my junior and senior years. Everyone one wants to get all of their hard classes out of the way junior year so they can slack off senior year. Typical. I, however, want to get as many classes in as I can in the 2 years I have left. I probably won't get them all, but I think I'll get most of them. I sort of regret taking a free period this semester, but I don't think there were any classes I could fill it with. 

Sophomore year sucks hardcore. I have the most boring classes in the entire world. I start the day out with English. My teacher could make an OCD person cry with happiness. Everything is labelled and organized. This is about the exact opposite from last year. And I loath it. I am a creative writer. Very little structure when it comes to me and the English language. Spontaneousness and chaos is the nectar of inspiration. Structure makes me want to shoot myself when it comes to English. On the other hand, I have to have structure and order in the Mathematics department. There needs to me a plan and a pattern. The right and left hemispheres of my brain need to get their crap together and not be so moody. As for science, I really wish I was in S's class and not D's. It's really, really, really, really, really easy to get off topic in D's class. We never get anything done, I'm re"learning" everything I've ever been taught in Biology, and it's a huge waste of my time. I say "learning" because all we do are fill-in-the-blank notes. My last class is Spanish. Nuff said. 

Saturday is Small Group Band Contest. I'm preforming a duet I wrote myself. Wish me luck!

~Em

College... Er... Hmm.

I think a lot about my future especially college and jobs and traveling. I have a lot of questions about college, mostly because I am the type of person who has to everything right the first time. I feel like I have to pick out the perfect major for myself and I can't change it. This, of course, is complete bullshit. But, I think it anyway.

Question One: Should I pick out a general major (I.E. Biology) in college and then narrow the subject (To, say, neurology) as a postgrad?

Since most of the things that I am really interested in right now are in the science and/or medical field, I am definitely planning on going somewhere as a postgrad. My mother says that I should go to a state university (Neither of which specialize in anything I'm interested in) and then go to a postgrad program that is highly ranked in what I want to go in. I do trust my mother, but I would really like to hear a current college student's thoughts, ¿por favor?

Question Two: What is the most amount of majors you can have?

I've only ever heard of one person with a double major and a double minor. Anyone ever do a triple major? I mean, if I'm there, I might as well get everything I want to do done, right?

Question Three: Does it matter what college you go to (If you are going into science, math, medicine) as long as you can get into a great postgrad college?

Question Four: If you go into the Arts (I.E. Theatre, Movies, Graphic Design, Writing, ect), do you really need to go to college? Or are you better off finding a job and not wasting your time?

Question Five: (I know. I have lots of questions. This is the last, I swear.) Are foreign language classes worth taking in college, or is it better to travel abroad and learn the language where it is regularly spoken?

I'm thinking about taking a Spanish, Italian, or French minor. I think being bilingual is very important. Today's world is all about communication. The more languages you speak, the more people you can talk to.

I know I want to be a writer. Most definitely, but I don't think I'll go to college for it. I might just take creative writing classes on the side. There are three things I'm really interested in- Astrophysics, Astronomy, and Cognitive science/ Neurobiology.

• Astrophysics
• I've always been really interested in how celestial body move and interact, the big bang theory, the higgs boson particle, and things like that. I'm a very curious person by nature, and there's no way I could resist wondering about the lights in the sky. 
• Astronomy 
• Astronomy is basically like Astrophysics, but with less physics. 
• Cognitive science/ Neurobiology
• How could I resist the brain? So little in known about the organ sitting in the skull. I've spent countless hours reading articles and writing papers about the brain, focussing mostly on sleep and dreaming. Cognitive science would deal more with how the brain works and what part of the brain does what. I would spend a lot of time with mental diseases like schizophrenia and Alzheimers. Neurobiology would deal more with nerves- mainly the brain and nerve cord. This would have more of a math side to it. 

What are your plans for college? And, what universities do you guy recommend?

~Em

Undefinedment

Why hello there. I really wish there was a punctuation mark that meant the sentence was a happy, smiling sentence. And, no, I do not want to put a smilie face there. This is a blog, not a teenager's phone. Get some class people.

If you are arriving here from my writing blog, welcome back! Good times... Fun memories. Love it.

If you are arriving from the internets, I also welcome you! I hate exclamation points. I use them an awful lot though.

Like I said before, I also write a blog about writing and books. Little do people know, I also have a fitness blog that I am starting to update regularly to. Check them out if you feel so inclined.

First posts are often a drag, so I try to avoid them as much as possible. But, like it or not there are some things that we just must get out of the way.

And believe it or not, there is a story behind it all.

So... The Life and Times of the Undefined. Interesting blog title right?

I played around with some names from The Life and Times of Emily to The Blog About Stuff That Most People Have No Interest In But I Am Writing It Anyway. I mulled over The Life and Times of a Writing Girl for quite a long while. Then I realized something pretty spectacular. Why do I constantly call myself a writer? Perhaps it is because it was the first thing I ever fell in love with, or the only thing I've ever loved and been relatively good at. I'm not just a writer. I do other things, too, like draw, read, play sports, compose and play music, chew gum. Why do I always define myself as this one thing?

Frankly, I was tired of it. I am human, and I am undefinable. Fuck, yeah.

So, there you have it. The Life and Times of the Undefined.

The short and simple reason for this blog is that I love boxing things up into little packages when it comes to the internet. I stick to the rule that a blog should only talk about one subject, and I was tired of posting personal things on my writing blog.

The Life and Times of the Undefined is a place for me to rant and talk about my life. To discuss topics of any sort and talk about other things I'm doing and want to do. So, my dear friends, if you are reading this right now, I wouldn't do anything you don't want on the internet.

Bonjour!

~Em

There's no reason for the photo. I just like it. Actually....
This is a visual representation of you finding my blog.
It's just that awesome.