Isthmus

All I Want - A Day to Remember

When a song describes every emotion you're running through at the moment. When the silhouette of your feelings no longer needs to be within just an outline, thirsty for words that can really broadcast what it needs to say. You already have it. Color can now flood in and stain through the solitude and silence. All is more peaceful between the headphones.

Keep your hopes up high and your head down low!

Jellybeans and troubled teens

Hello! Yes, I have taken an uncalled-for hiatus. Forgive me, it's spring break and doing absolutely nothing is key. While I'm not religious, I still think celebrating and observing today is dandy. Here are some pictures from the small festivities:

BORING BLOG OVER. APOLOGIES.

Academics

The pungent feeling you get when you have been wronged, and feel as though the upper hand is over you. When the world speeds by while you're at a stand-still. Everybody else seems happy and ignorant, but somehow managing to move forward, and the only distance you've reached is mediocrity. It's all in perspective, and all in attitude.

While one could sit at home, delve into their emotions on the internet and duke it out with an invisible man, one could just as easily pick up a pencil and fight to get ahead. That's what late August to early June are all about- getting a lead. I'm not at rock-bottom, but I'm already giving up. I cannot do this unless I wish to plummet in the future. I think why I'm dedicating an entire post to this is because I'm finally feeling at this point that it really is becoming crucial.

Marine

I went to Channelside one Sunday ago, and am just now deciding to post some pictures. With final exams in a little under two months, 3 projects to complete, and FCAT's in one day, there's no need to stress how much I'm balancing at the moment. But as for last Sunday, I went to the aquarium and strolled around the shops. No big story, but a few colorful, mediocre documents.

And of course, I even got a picture with a celebrity.

Motion

I know I'm young, and I'm not very reckless, but time is still of the essence. And I wonder why I worry about it so much. My grasp of time has always been skewed in a pretty severe manner. I cannot tell the difference between an hour or a minute passing. If I have no clock for an entire day, I will be completely unable to tell what hour it is, or what of it has gone. This has been the case for as long as I can remember. But as the Mad Hatter said, "[Time] He won't stand beating. Now, if you only keep on good terms with him, he'd do almost anything you liked with the clock. For instance, suppose it were nine o'clock in the morning, just time to begin lessons: you'd only have to whisper a hint to Time, and round goes the clock in a twinkling! Half-past one, time for dinner!" Being nice and asking favors of time could be a simple remedy, I suppose. I have figured how it turns enough to only be a bit over slightly misguided, and not completely dumb-founded. However, it may be in my best interest to quit standing over how time runs, and instead of how I am spending it.