I gotta grow my hair out… Theatre directors generally don’t prefer the short/choppy hairstyle, as I have learned at Knock ‘Em Dead with the whole Liesl wig fiasco.

So now I have to somehow acquire long hair.

And this upsets me.

I like my short hair :(

Here comes a feeling you thought you’d forgotten
Chairs to sit and sidewalks to walk on
Oh you had it but oh no you lost it
Looking back you shouldn’t have fought it.

The new Vampire Weekend album, “Contra” has me absolutely hooked.
I love this band!!!

Last night, lukewarm coffee and an anatomy test looming in my near future propelled me into the land of the sleepless and annoyed.
Thus, I ended up curled up in a desk chair at four in the morning, watching Grey’s Anatomy.
Thus, today, the only energy I have comes from adrenaline and probably more caffeine than is healthy.
Oh, the joys of high school.
College will be worse – What fun!
UGH.

My parents should have named me “Destiny” instead of Amy.

Hahahaha.

I would have to say I disagree. But oh well :) That’s a Facebook quiz for ya.

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Thought for the day:

If you can be six months pregnant and still play your sport, IT’S NOT A SPORT.

Sorry, Olympic Curling Team ;)

This is still the same blog.

What used to be “As a Whirlwind” has gotten a facelift!

As you can see, I have changed not only the theme, but the title. This was actually the title of my old blog, the password to which I lost sometime over the summer. :(

But I have finally gotten around to merging the old and the new into one!

So.

If you will remember, the title “As a Whirlwind” is a line from a poem by Sappho, which goes like this:

Without warning
as a whirlwind
swoops on an oak
Love shakes my heart

I was a big fan of this poem, because I thought it said a lot about life and love.

However, I have come to realize that it wasn’t entirely appropriate for my blog title, seeing as how it doesn’t describe me very well. I have not been shaken by love. The love of God, yes, but that particular poem seems to be talking about the unexpected nature of romantic love.

Which is something I wouldn’t know anything about, and quite honestly, don’t have much of a desire to know anything about.

I figured that my old blog title was much better. Escape velocity is a physics term, referring to the speed at which one body must travel to escape the gravitational pull of another body.

This relates to my life like you wouldn’t believe.

There are a ton of things that I’m absolutely desperate to escape from right now. A few of these would be Idaho, the drama of my friends, expectations and pretenses, and a whole bunch of others… that I don’t care to list out right now.

Unfortunately, all of these things have a “gravitational pull” on me, if you will. And in order to escape them, I need one heck of an escape velocity.

This blog is one of my little tools that are helping me escape in small ways, for the time being.

…So there you have it.

But what can I do?

I don’t seem to have many options.

• GOOD MOVIE: check
• GOOD FOOD: check
• SOCIALIZATION (YES, TEXTING COUNTS): check
• WARM AND SNUGGLY SWEATSHIRT: check
• PARENTS ARE ELSEWHERE: check

Okie doke. I’m good to go for a night of procrastinating and not doing homework. :D

I know, right?

I’ve gotten over it, as far as getting over him, for reasons stated in my last post.

I have not, however, gotten over them.

I’m gonna support them. It’s what I should do, and it’s the only thing I can do.

I’m also trying to be optimistic, and they’re pretty great together :)

So we’ll just wait and see, I guess.

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sillyshlee:

i have the same problem with the two of them.

funny how every single girl ends up liking him.

but what can we do?

i feel like i need to support them.

but i’m afraid.

I just had a revelation!!!

So lately, I’ve been moping around and making a fool of myself because my best friend is in a relationship and I’m not.

And I covered up my self-pity by arguing that I DON’T NEED A BOYFRIEND. And I believed that. I truly did.

My revelation is that I didn’t believe it enough to live by the idea.

And now I do!!

I just realized something.

I am a TERRIBLE girlfriend. I have no idea how to handle relationships. I’m dishonest, insecure, I avoid the guy sometimes, and I’m simply not real. I don’t know why. The loss of my independence seems to have adverse effects on me. But I realized that being single is just so much easier for me. Less stressful, anyway. I can be myself a lot easier when I’m single. I don’t have to change my opinions just to impress someone. I don’t have to say all the right things or be funny or serious at just the right moments to keep a person interested in me. I can be as obnoxious or weird or disagreeable as I want to be and I don’t care what anyone thinks! I don’t have to get super excited about something I’m only mildly interested in, just so we can have something to talk about.

Without being “involved” with someone, I CAN BE REAL.

It’s magnificent! Everyone should try it!