Friday, October 30, 2015

November 1st is approaching..

Friday, October 30, 2015

To most people, November 1st is just another 1st day of the month.
To seniors in high school applying to early deadlines, well, it means the day they're officially college applicants.

So, this is just a shout out to all the seniors out there applying to colleges––word of advise, from student to student––don't wait until 11:59pm. I'm sure you've heard this a million times, but I guess now you'll have heard it a million and one times.
It's Halloween tomorrow, so I strongly suggest turning everything in before tomorrow evening.
Okay, enough of the lecturing and nagging and things that your parents or teachers already tell you.

November 1st means a lot of different things. First day of the month, holidays approaching, a special memorial, deadlines, etc.
Thankfully, I turned in my application yesterday.

Good luck, everyone––you're almost there.


P.S. Anyone carve some cool pumpkins? There are a ton lit up here and its beautiful in that creepy way, if that makes any sense. 

Thursday, October 29, 2015

Night Lights

Thursday, October 29, 2015

When I was five or younger, and okay, maybe until I was seven, I couldn't sleep without a night light. I guess my wild imagination had its advantages and disadvantages.

Sometimes I was able to fall asleep because of my imagination, especially when I had flower wallpaper in my room––it was a blank white decorated with floral pink, yellow, green, and subtle hints of blue. One of the stories, actually, was a result of fatigue and possible hallucination.

The floral print wallpaper stared at me. The flowers could talk to each other. Some were pink, yellow, purple, red . . . they were all different, but they always got along. A rare and most beautiful blue flower named Melly came along. The leader of the pink flowers, Sandra, was extremely jealous of Melly. When Melly started getting along with the other flowers, Sandra felt threatened. She accused Melly of stealing her gorgeous pink petals and painting them blue. She was a fraud. The other flowers gasped. Melly insisted she would not do such a thing, but because the blue flower was new and different, no one believed her. Sandra pushed Melly into a dark abyss of dirt and shame, falling, falling, and falling.

When she reached the bottom, Melly cried. All she wanted was to fit in. But then a radiant, glowing light shone. She discovered a beautiful treasure of gold, and out appeared other flowers, of all different colors–– blue, red, orange, yellow. They greeted her with a warm welcome. Melly smiled.

I guess stories were, occasionally, my night light. Unless my eyes lingered on the closet door that could've opened at any time with the Chucky Doll ready to stab me, or the window, where I imagined if I peeked at it the eyes of a child-eating demon would be gleaming at me with wide, greedy eyes.

Imagination is powerful, and how we use it is a choice––light or dark?

Then there's the time where I thought Santa Clause moved me to my parent's bed in the middle of the night. But, that's a story for the holidays (but the story didn't actually take place remotely near Christmas, believe it or not).

It's 4:26pm and hope you're enjoying the beginning of dusk, readers––again, if you're out there.


Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Waking Up

Wednesday, October 28, 2015

I guess I've been in the process of waking up for the last four years. I have to say, the world is pretty complicated in terms of, well, just living.  

You would think that if everyone just considerate, patient, positive, and honest, then the world would be happy. Except that it's not that simple, because not everyone is considerate, people can be selfish, liars, and see the glass as half empty. But there's a key word in the preceding sentence––can. People can be selfish, they can be liars, they can be pessimistic; it's a choice. 

For all of you Harry Potter fans, here's one of my favorite quotes from the Order of the Phoenix movie: 

“Besides, the world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters. We've all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That's who we really are.” 

- Sirius Black

As for myself, I guess I'm choosing to try and wake up in the light. 

Have a good evening, readers. If you're out there.