Better Safe than Sorry

It’s a simple lesson. One that teachers, parents, and adults in general pound into us when we make a mistake. “Better safe than sorry.” Makes sense, right? It’s better to do more work, go the extra mile, and be on the cautious side than to not do enough. We can’t get away from it when we’re kids, but what about when we are on the cusp of adulthood.

By now, people have stopped telling us that. They figure that we’re old enough, wise enough, and responsible enough to remember those words. But we don’t.

How many of you speed? I don’t mean 5-10 miles of the speed limit. I’m talking 10-20 miles above that posted number. I’m guessing it’s a lot of you. Take today for example. I was following a friend to a team dinner and another person was following me. The girl in front of me was going 50 mph in a 30 mph zone. And as I tried to keep up with them, the guy behind me was right on my butt. After we got to the house, they whined about how I was such a cautious driver. Everyone laughed at me. I’m not kidding. I was getting laughed at for not speeding enough. How messed up is that? What happened to better safe than sorry? These teens are more worried about arriving a couple minutes sooner than their own lives and the lives around them.

I think that my generation needs a refresher course on the true meaning behind “better safe than sorry.” That it’s better to go above and beyond your duties than to cut corners and try to make do. And while you need to keep that in mind, you also shouldn’t let this hold you back. Don’t let this stop you from taking a chance in life, like a new career or a world trip. But don’t be dumbly reckless. You should remember to live, love and make memories.


Birthday Girl

Despite many desperate pleas, the Earth has completed another orbit and I’m a year older. The time is passing too quickly for my liking, but there’s not much I can do but embrace the time I have.

For the past few years my birthdays have been fairly unorthodox. I’ve spent it with just my mom, doing homework, watching The Help, and eating Taco Bell. Another year was spent at a tennis tournament, napping and caring for a new sunburn.

This year, my first AP test managed to fall on the day after my birthday. That meant that I spent all of today studying for a test that I will most likely not pass. I’ll admit it. I had a couple meltdowns today but despite that, I had a good day.

I have lots of new additions to my Vera Bradley collection, two fighting Beta fish (see below), and some books that I’ve been looking forward to for months. My sister got me a new camera lens which I’m stoked about.


In the end, it doesn’t matter about the presents, the birthday tweets, or the cake. It’s the way you choose to use your day. Will you sulk about all the things that didn’t work out? Or will you look back and see all the things you accomplished then focus on the future to see all the things yet to come?

Today, I chose the latter. I’ve been on this planet for 6,935 days. There are so many things that I’ve accomplished. Yes, not every moment was perfect but that’s what makes life beautiful. And my future is bright with possibilities. I’m attending Boston College in the fall. And then who knows what? But that’s one of the fantastic things about life, the mystery of tomorrow and all the possibilities that it holds. What will you do with tomorrow?

Always A Reason

I’m a firm believer in the idea of everything happening for a reason. Every death, every birth, every mistake and every success is part of this grand plan. I’m not sure who’s behind this plan, whether it be fate, destiny, or God (in any of his many forms). But to me, that makes no different. The plan is the same no matter who is pulling the strings.

Why do I believe in this? Because I find safety in the idea. Why else would children die? Why would people’s lives be torn apart? If not for some greater plan that we, as humans, can’t fathom? Yes it still hurts to the point where it feels life isn’t worth it. But someday, hopefully, it will all make sense.

It’s difficult to wrap your head around. But every day I think, how would my life be different if I had done one small thing differently? Would it change at all?

What about the people around me? I’ve talked about the ripple effect on here before. It’s mind blowing if you think about it. How many lives have you saved without knowing it? How many accidents have you caused without meaning to? How many incredible things have you set into action or even just pushed along? And the most frustrating thing is, you’ll never know.

I find it important to keep in mind that everything happens for a reason and that every action has a ripple effect. Will this change how you live your life? It sure did for me!

Miscommunication Issues

I know that some of you don’t like it when I write about boys but it’s a part of my life and I use this forum to sort out my problems. So here we go…

Remember Allan? Well, he thinks I like him. I heard that he thought I wanted to go to prom with him. Which I do not. All I want is a guy friend. And Allan would be ideal. He’s nice, sweet and smart. I don’t want to be his girlfriend. I don’t want to go to prom with him. I don’t even want to go on a date with him. But I gather that he seems to think that I do. I don’t want to let him have the wrong idea about me but I don’t know how to go about it. We only talk during class and he is terrible at responding to emails. Besides, how would I bring it up? “Oh hey, Allan, I heard that you thought I wanted to go to prom with you but I don’t. Not in a million years.” Yeah, I could see that going over well.

It’s so frustrating to have guys think that I like them and reject me when I don’t even like them! If you’re gonna reject me, at least let me actually like you like that. I mean, come on! But sadly, I will probably not do anything about this. I will let Dave and Allan live in a world where they do not return my supposed affections. And I will start searching for an alias…

… Hello Allan

Ever since I started to see Dave as just another person, my mind has been unconsciously searching for a new target. And it seems to have latched onto the worst person for me to see differently. One of my best friend’s ex-boyfriend. He broke up with her and she’s never quite gotten over it.

But he’s amazing. He is goofy, smart and a genuinely nice guy. And if that wasn’t enough, he has a Disney pandora station! I mean, come on! He once spent a whole class period just singing Disney songs. If I had to write down my dream guy, that is definitely one of the qualities. Why does he have to come with that baggage?

At the beginning of the year, I had no interest in him. I was wrapped up in Dave and he was just a nice guy. Then we started sitting next to each other. Every day, he talks to me, makes me feel incredible no matter how crummy the day, and helps me when I get confused. He’s sweet and dorky and cute in his own way. And I shouldn’t like him.

I have only a couple of months left in the school year and then we will be separating to different school in different states. The best I can hope for is that we continue to become better friends. And as much as I want to deny that I don’t like him any more than as a friend, this ache in my chest, knowing that I won’t see home for a week, tells me otherwise.

Why me?

Goodbye Dave…

Since almost my first post, you guys have heard about Dave. He’s great. He’s dreamy. He’s way out of my reach. Blah, blah, blah…

Well, ever since the day that I was told that he thought I had a crush on him (I still don’t know how he figure it out) but I’ve reevaluated my crush. It’s not gonna go anywhere. He obviously doesn’t like me back. And, besides being cute and good at sports, he has nothing to offer me. He’s not brilliant. His love for Disney doesn’t rival mine. He doesn’t read for fun. We have very, very little in common. I came to this conclusion awhile ago but I didn’t wanna write about it until I was positive. And after yesterday, I am positive that my crush is dead.

I was in the library when he walked in. It was the day before Spring Break and crunch time to get scholarships in for all the seniors. Well, I ignored him at first, I didn’t wanna seem too eager. But then we got to talking. I let him know about him leaving his jacket in math class and he replied that he had done that once before with his letterman jacket. The teacher had threaten to auction it off. (Here comes the awkward part…) My response was that he might have been able to get a couple bids on it. I immediately turned around and shifted my attention to something else. Thankfully, he didn’t seem too weirded out by it since he continued to talk to me afterwards. But it was a close call.

As I was walking back to class, I realized that I hadn’t thought of him in any other way than as a friend during the whole conversation. My crush had been tested and it is busted. I’m a free girl. For now…

Quote Crazy

You can tell a lot about a person by the quotes that they like. Are they, Humorous? Eloquent? Educational? Chances are, the style of quotations reflect their personality.

I was given a journal back in middle school by Ray. It’s a beautiful journal but I could never find something that I wanted to immortalize with it. Until a couple weeks ago, it was just sitting on my shelving looking pretty. Then, out of the blue, I saw its potential. A place to record the hundreds of quotes that I unearth on the Internet and in my reading that I never know what to do with. For a long time, I’ve been obsessed with quotes and the beauty that they contain. Coincidentally, I’ve always wanted to amass a collection of well-used, well-loved journals. Finally, I can combine the two into the most amazing tool ever, A Quote Book.

I figure, whenever I get upset or frustrated or depressed, I can flip open my quote book and read through the inspiration that I’ve catalogued. There’s no code, no system, no organizing. It’s just a mess of quotes that I like. I don’t have to have a specific pen to write. I don’t have to follow a pattern or format. None of that’s important, as long as the words are there.