The End or The Beginning?

Well hey I graduated!  Look at that.  Now I'm old.  And scared of the "real world."  But I don't have to worry about homework and going to class ever again (unless I decide to go to grad school).  I've applied for a few jobs so far - one in San Francisco, one in Chicago, and a few in St. Louis.  I think I'm going to have to get out of St. Louis though.  The public transportation here leaves something to be desired.  And my lack of ability to drive at night makes that somewhat of a necessity if I feel like being at least somewhat independent.  So yeah, job applications are being sent out all over, but I think I'm leaning towards Chicago.  New experiences/places/people are on the horizon!  Bring it on.

Draft Attack

Hello Blog.  It has been awhile.  I found 5 blog drafts that I had started and never posted, so I decided just to post them all now, because why not?  They are thoughts of mine that I once had so they deserve to be out there instead of hidden in all of their privacy.

Life has been full of many things lately.  I'm slightly worried about the future, when really all I want to be doing is living in the present.  But I am graduating in a little over a month and still have no idea what I'm going to be doing, so I force myself to think about it from time to time.  Can't I just go to school forever?  I could live with that.  I feel like everything is rushed right now, like I need to decide my whole life right this moment.  And like I need to finish this blog in the next five minutes because I have to eat and make myself look somewhat presentable before I leave for class.  I wish I could tell time not to rush me, that I'll do things when I feel like it.  But if I do things in my own time I'll get lost so I am forced to be at class at 12:00 PM central time and graduate on May 9th, 2009.  And alas, I am out of time.  Maybe I'll start blogging more.  I kind of miss it.

Time capsule

Ten years ago I made a time capsule for one of my classes.  I was supposed to open it in January 2009, so I opened it last night.  There was a letter in the bottom of the box, addressed to ourselves in the future.  Here's what I wrote to myself:

"Dear future self,

This time capsule was a project for Mrs. Marin's 6th grade social studies class.  I go

to Sperreng Middle School and I'm on team 6B.  Included are some things that were popular in the 90's.  I hope you enjoy it!

In 1998, there were many special events that happened.  Here are a couple: Bill Clinton, our current president, has been impeached, but not yet removed from office.  

Also, the movie Titanic was a big hit.  On September 9, I didn't get to go to the Cardinals baseball game, but I did watch Mark McGwire hit his 62nd record breaking ball on TV.

I am in Girl Scouts and I was on a little league bowling team last summer, and will

probably do it again next summer. My favorite TV shows are 7th Heaven, Boy Meets World, and Two of a Kind.  On the weekends, I like to play with my friends and do

crafts and anything that has to do with art.  Some of my friends are Nicole M, Allison Y,

Katie L, and Katie A.  I liked toasted ravioli and lasagna.

I think I will probably be in college when I open this.  Maybe I'll be working in teaching. Around the age of 25, I might get married.  I want to have a few cats, maybe

a little dog, and one of those birds you train to talk. I hope I'll still be in St. Louis.

Sincerely,

Carlie Miller"

Also in the box were 2 soda cans, a box for my Super Nintendo Donkey Kong Country 2 game, a Pex dispenser, a 32 cent stamp, an American Girl magazine, 2 pictures, a yo-yo, and a sheet telling how much everyday items cost.

I think people around the same intelligence seem to get together because their capability of loving someone is the closest to their own.  I wonder at what level of intelligence someone can love the most? Seems like uber geniuses (from movies at least...) have a hard time loving others because their brains are turned on all the time and they don't let their emotions take over every once in awhile.  

Playtime

 

Makes me happy :)

Flight of the Droplet

So sudden a raindrop falls through

open hands cupped to catch the flying bead

Trying to smash fingers closer

as to save such perfection

Always reaching the cold ground beneath

the comfort of warm protecting hands

Once, maybe twice does the droplet stay

at the center of the palm, seeping into the skin

Becoming a part of the hand, the body, the mind

even when the senses fail to notice

No matter where am I, who I am with, what I am doing, I will always be myself.