"Hey, shouldn't you be out with your friends? Or on a date with someone? Ya know, living your senior year, and driving to some sketchy location, but managing to find your way home at 2AM?"

I guess all of that does sound super appealing, especially to a girl who's caged until standardized testing season is over, but honestly - yes, all of that sounds REALLY appealing, and i can not wait to escape my bedroom! The perks of being detained are the following: finding new blogs, being inspired, photography tips, discovering new bands.. yeah, that's pretty much it. I've been spending too much quality time with myself, and it is definitely time for some changes.

 After I'm free, I can still picture myself spending my nights in Philly to work, and then other days at Barnes reading, but a girl can fantasize about the normal high school experience, right? Eh, probably not, but it's only 8:35PM and I have yet to catch up on any of this week's television programs!! 

AND, recently, three days ago actually, I had an ephiphany: major in biology, minor in history. I don't know why I never really thought about it before, because logically, it makes absolutely no sense, but I can't give up learning about history. When I read history, I never feel like time is actually moving, and it's just really enjoyable to learn about certain facts and really looking at a person's life. Retrospectively, I can do the same for biology in a different medium, but I just can't let history fade out. College is the last place that I can truly delve myself into learning it, so I'm going to seize my opportunity, and just do it!  

 Also on the to-do list is to find a way to profess some raw feelings to the boy whom has been the object of all my hopes and dreams for the past year, AKA stare at my facebook screen and proceed to sign out.. And you'd think that after watching that JennaMarbles video, "People I want to Fuck," or something along those lines, a newfound confidence would make it's way and finally BLOOM(!), and my lack of confidence and fear of rejection would slowly deteriorate, but no, my heart still skips a beat for him.  I don't know which aspect of my life is more sad, but hey, I will be a free 18-year-old child next year, ready to tackle life's biggest challenges, like eschewing the freshmen fifteen and debating about which shows I should go to.. Yep, I am living the teenage dream, but I guess the better question is, are you?