I didn't get the job.

Disappointment.

A best day

This video is your background information. Watch it, smile, and then understanding what I'm talking about.

We watched this video last semester in my English class. My teacher had a way of inspiring us and making class so much more than just learning about English... We learned about life. He wanted to stress how you don't have to be good at something to love it -- and it's true. I don't know anyone who would say that Matt Harding is a talented dancer, but there is something so special about him and what he has done. He brought so many together and shared with them the gift of dance. After we watched and discussed this video, a girl in my class raised her hand and said some life changing words: "He's going to be at Waimea this Saturday."

So that Saturday, my best friend and I journeyed down to Waimea Bay. My favorite beach by far.

Gorgeous, right? Okay, I know you can't really tell how pretty it is because... Well, I'm just not a very good photographer and I don't know how to do the right angles or whatever. Anyway.

We spent the day together on the beach, and then Matt came. Suddenly, all these people came together - all these happy people. Everyone was so glad to be there! We danced awkwardly in the ocean while Matt's camera person filmed. There was so much laughter, so many smiles. A bunch of strangers, yet in that moment, we were all friends and nothing else mattered. Matt brought us together, and for about an hour we were all united with a common love for dance and for life. It is undoubtedly one of the coolest things I've ever been a part of.

After we did his dance, Matt stayed to talk with all the people that had come. While we were talking with him, I commented something like: "You are so happy and nice!" to which he replied, "You'd be really happy too if you had my job." Oh man, I can't even imagine. He gets sponsored to travel all over the world and make videos of himself dancing with other people. He really just does what he loves. I learned to much from him. I want so badly to be able to travel to a fourth, nay, a tenth of the places he's been to.

(Oh, and just so y'all know, Nat has a dance. So since we did Matt's dance, we asked him to do ours! As you can tell, no one really knew when to stop... We just kinda kept going.)

Sigh. Everything about this day was perfect. I didn't have to be there, and it's not like I got paid to be in his video, but I prefer it that way. It was one of the best days of my life. And the greatest part? I got to share it.

Too many things I haven't done yet

I want to expound upon the title, but I mean... what else is there to say?
"I can't waste the days wishing they'd slow down... You would've thought by now I'd learn something."

(Awkward transition)

If part of your body was dead, wouldn't you cut it off?
Example: Frostbite --> amputation. Yeah?
Maybe not? I don't know anything about things like that.

So you can't possibly blame me for this.

(That is debatably the most attractive face I've ever made.)

I'm not depressed, I just never know what to do with my face when it has to be in a picture.
Anyway! 4 inches later, I feel like a new person.
Not really, but 'tis a fun change nonetheless.
P.S. This hair cut was FREEEE


In other news, I'm a terribly inconsistent blogger.

My eyes have been tag-team twitching for a week.

Yesterday, 4 people asked me if I was dating anyone. four. people. Thank you so much for bringing my solitude back to my attention, I had almost pushed it to the very back of my mind. Wouldn't want that, now would we.

The guy (straight, I might add) who cut my hair was so...real. It was quite refreshing to talk with him.

I want to fall asleep in an elevator somewhere and see what people do... Social experiment. Oh yeah.

I didn't do a very good job this past week. I shall do better this week!

Can you tell that I just learned how to change the font size? I'm having so much fun with this.


Weeeeeeelllll... there was a time in my life when I had interesting things to say. Apparently it ended a while ago. Goodbye.

I am not that awesome.

I'm having a bit of a problem, one that I'm willing to bet many of you have run into in your lifetime. It's starting to create some major conflict in my brain. I'm applying for quite a few things and I really need to overcome this issue I've got with myself; I just need to do it! I can't put this off any longer. I've been staring at Microsoft Word for the last hour and have nothing to show for it. It's not that I can't think of things to write; I just can't think of impressive things to write. Everything I type looks stuffy and stupid and stale. If I say anything that actually portrays what I want, it'll look conceited -- I have to look excellent while appearing humble. This is the hardest thing in the world right now. I need this to be good. I want this job so bad! I need to make it look like they have no choice but to hire me. But alas, what the heck am I supposed to say?? "I'm actually really awesome. I get along with everyone great. I love meeting new people and I can become friends with just about anyone. Also, I'm an amazing writer and basically have flawless grammar. Some of my friends pay me to edit their papers. Booyah. So hire me."?!
I love writing. Why is this so difficult?

asdfghjkl;I HATE WRITING ABOUT MYSELF.


P.S. For those who want to know what I'm rambling about, I'm applying for Writing Fellows.
I'm also going to apply for the London Study Abroad program.
And then to be an EFY counselor.
Wish me luck.
Blah.

P.P.S. Yeah... the 5 minutes that I had to wait for Natalie's baked potato to cook in the microwave before resuming watching Sleepless in Seattle was such a long five minutes. Gah.