confessions {part two}

{as always, credit of the idea goes to carlotta}

confession: I am so, so, so indecisive. I wasn't loving the new look. So... *wince* I made another one. No worries, y'all, this one's going to stay for a good long while. I like it a lot. But gollygoshgrandma, I am so indecisive!

confession: Looking into the IB program at my school, I am utterly and completely in love... but not with the workload! {I think I can handle it though.}

confession: I recently realized I read a lot of "gritty" books — you know, daring ones that deal with tough issues or (increasingly less fantasy, but) dark fantasies. I wonder how that reflects on me as a person? Food for thought.

confession: These adorable, forties-style reading glasses, which I love and (to quote Grease) go around asking "do they make me look smarter?" are from... shudder... WalMart. Ack.

confession: Being the youngest person at a drama rehearsal can be a little awkward. Specifically because in the script there is a line that goes something like "a mere baby of fourteen." Everyone looked at me (being fourteen) and I shrugged. Then I murmured to Emily (a lovely senior girl who is playing Antigone, the main character) "is there an equivalent of sexist for age?"

confession: It is certainly a lot of pressure. "The only freshman" means you have to preform as well, if not better, than your older counterparts. Rawr.

confession: I wrote "rawr" as part of a history essay today. Referring to the Middle Ages. It was in context, I promise: Renaissance philosophers claimed that the Roman Catholic Church was being to rawr with their ceremonies and aversion to common people reading the Bible.

confession: I just realized how extremely un-in context that particular "rawr" was. Hmm. Might have to edit that essay.

confession: I've decided there is nothing more embarrassing than your phone ringing. In your pocket. In the middle of class. When you're up at the front of the class.
Phone: *vrrm vrrm, vrrm vrrm* (It's actually just an extremely loud vibrate)
Me: Um... and that's why European peasants were eager for reform?
Teacher: Is that your phone?
Me: Haha, no?
Phone (insistently): *vrrm vrrm! vrrm vrrm!*
Me: I'll just be sitting down now...

confession: We did some very intense working out/stretching routines in gym class yesterday, and I am stiff all over, even after a double dose of PM yoga last night. Owowowowowow.

confession: Okay, that was more complaint than confession. How about I confess that I thought I was totally in shape before doing those exercises... and now realize I am definitely not.

confession: I was so frustrated with my wet hair this morning at school that I put it into a messy bun. Ack. Must spend more time on hair before school in the future.

confession: I've been abnormally hungry lately and expect to gain a lot of weight from all the food I've been eating, but if I don't eat enough my stomach starts growling. Really loudly. In the middle of class. I'm just going to hope it's a big growth spurt and by the end of the month I'll have gained a few inches.

confession: I hate school. Particularly math. Trig is not my friend.

confession: I am literally too tired to type right now. (Also attributing this to my supposed 'growth spurt'.) Time for dinner and sleep. G'night.

confessions {part one}

Carlotta's gotten me hooked on these confessions... Good idea, I think, and perfect for a post with limited time-slash-creativity.

confession: Today I got out of bed and threw on the same thing I wore shopping last weekend (sweater minidress, slouch hat, grey tights, black ankle boots, green flannel shirt loose and unbuttoned). Big no-no for Olivia. I considered wearing my dad's old sweater instead (sigh) but it was too small to work with my leggings.

confession: As I have said before, I'm far too fickle when it comes to design, and I'm already plotting for my next HorseFeathers look. (Double sigh.)

confession: This post was originally going to be about the word "meh" but I ran out of things to say. Meh.

confession: My #1 internet pet peeve is copycats. As such I am terribly frightened of accidentally copying someone else. This is kind of a good thing because it drives me to make posts/designs/photos that are original. I was a little iffy doing these confessions, but Carlotta gave an open invitation on her blog so I went ahead (Carlotta dear, you okay with this?). I was also iffy with this post so I asked Hannah and she gave me her permission. Always better to be safe than sorry...

confession: I've been slacking off in the photography department. In between homework assignments yesterday I got a few neat self-portrait shots, but that's pretty much it for the past few days.

confession: Like Carlotta I have a "thing" for lowercase letters. I try to restrain myself. But sometimes I can't resist. I once wrote a paper for English without capitalization, the teacher (bless her) gave me an A for creativity. Go Mrs. D.

confession: I am in no way, shape, or form looking forward to swim practice today. I feel like a blob of jelly. My muscle tone has just jumped off a skyscraper.

confession: Also like Carlotta I'm addicted to my technology. My iTouch. And laptop. And especially camera. I don't think I'd survive without at least one of them. Wow. That isn't good. Must work on that.

confession: I've been slacking off Flickr-wise. I am now making myself upload my pics to Flickr then use the URL for my blog. Double-whammy, plus should make HorseFeathers load a little faster too.

confession: Geometry is my arch-nemesis. Just sayin'. If I ever murdered anyone, it would be geometry. Especially proofs. And altitude equations. Ew.

confession: I sometimes wonder what life would be like if I had an older sister or brother. Or even a younger one. The idea is I can wear their clothes and use them as unsuspecting photo models. My parents have become slightly wary of my camera, I'm afraid.

confession: Though I try not to do the whole "branding" thing, if offered everything in the American Eagle store I would be so overjoyed you have no idea. So comfortable. So amazingly stylish. I love. that. store. And my mom does too, weirdly enough, we went to exchange some things and she ended up buying this adorable peasant blouse. It's better than when she went to Abercrombie with me. I mean, it looked good, but that is a decidedly non-parent-age store. More than even AE.

confession: People say I look older than I am, but I don't see how that's true. On my first day at high school back in September I was asked directions by a new student. When I said "Girl, I'm a freshman, I'm more lost than you" the chick replied, "Seriously? I thought you were a junior or a senior." What are you people thinking? I'm not *that* tall.

confession: I'm actually only 5'6" and a quarter and that makes me kind of sad. You have to be 5'7" at least to try to get into this modeling agency I was looking at. Shoot. Though on the bright side, I'm a whole inch taller than I had thought before my mom measured me. Woot.
Maybe I can get another 3/4" in the two months or so before I head to New York. It's happened a few times before. I can hope.

confession: I consumed wayyyyy too much sugary/fatty foods over Christmas break, so now I will go eat something healthy. Like a clementine. That's healthy, right?