Girls Just Wanna Have Fun.

Life moves so fast sometimes. Like a train with no brakes.
And here I am, on the tracks..just chilling. Watching as my future prepares to run me slap over.
It's like my feet have forgotten how to move. So I'll just take it as it comes..as if there was any other option.

I'm trying out for a choir this summer..the National Honor Choir. If I make it, I'll be able to go to New York (by myself). The performance would be in Carnegie Hall. If you've never heard of Carnegie, go google it. Singing in that theater would change my whole life. It's one of those things on my Bucket List that I thought I would never have the chance to check off.
Here comes the hard part.
Making it.
I'm not trying to brag, but I've never failed any sort of auditon in my life. I'm not saying I never will- I surely will at some point. But the idea of failing at this kind of makes me want to have a panic attack. Over-dramatic? Probably. But am I not allowed to stress over things that are important to me? I've also got college choir auditions in about four months. I'll freak about that closer to then, though. (Whoa. Alliteration.)

Other than that impending pressure, my life has been pretty good lately. I've gotten content with the way most things are going. I feel like there is nothing going catastrophically wrong at the moment, and for that I am thankful.

Guys? I'm keeping my options open. If that makes me a bad person, then I'll take that rep. I'm not trying to get into some kind of huge whirlwind relationship, but I'm also keeping an open mind. I just want to have fun. Flirt, laugh. Talk too much. Not have any obligations, and not expecting anyone to have them either. I'll get serious one day, when someone comes along and makes me. (i.e. Prince Charming. Surely you've heard of him.)

Summer's here. It was highly needed, my friends and I were starting to get tense around each other. And absence does make the heart grow fonder. I love my friends. I love how I can pick up the phone at any time and know that there'll be someone on the other end that is genuinely concerned with how I am. They keep me out of trouble, and listen to me when I'm being stupid. God surely did smile big on me when He threw them into my path. And I'm grateful.

I made it out of my Junior Year with exactly a 3.5 GPA. Not too shabby, but not perfect either. My parents fussed for just a little while, but they soon relented. I'm excited to be a Senior, and at the same time I'm scared out of my little curly head.

Now, though, I'm going to watch the season finale of GLEE. Get pumped.

Thanks for listening.
Love,
Anna