Allow Me to Introduce Myself

        V for Vendetta is a great movie. But, if you really want to enjoy the movie, you have to watch it with the subtitles on. My sister once did the V scene for speech class. Yknow, the scene where V introduces himself with a ton of adjectives that start with V. I thought that was cool. Life is Beautiful is also a great movie. Although, for that one, you really do need subtitles. The movie is in Italian. Silver Linings Playbook is also a must see. And The Way Way Back, and so many other movies. The Notebook is a horrible movie but it always makes me cry like a baby. Alzheimers is a really weird and depressing disease. It’s really hard to watch happen to people. The song “What a Wonderful World” also makes me cry. There are a few things that every time I read them, watch them, or listen to them, I cry. Not even out of sadness. Just like a knee jerk reaction sorta thing.

Junior Year is remembered as the time I ate my body weight in sushi. This summer will probably be remembered as the summer of Machi Koro. I really like cheez-its. Cheez-its are particularly tasty when chased by root beer. I went through a huge Frozen phase. During that phase, my friend bought me a snackeeze cup, or however you spell it. A Frozen themed cup with root beer in it and a snack compartment on top of the root beer for cheez-its. How do you spell Cheez-its? I’m watching How I Met Your Mother right now, it is one of the few shows I have ever been able watch from beginning to end. I saw Glee, the whole thing, live, before Netflix existed. I watched all of Gossip Girl with my sister, and “holy Bruce Wayne Batman” was that show hilarious. Took us six years. Worth it. I have seen all of Friends. I have seen all of The Office. I think that is pretty much it. Everything else I try to watch and fail after like two seasons. I get exhausted by 40 minute TV shows. I get really tired with (O yeah I watched all of One Tree Hill) the same contrived plot with no humor. No comedy is ever more than 20 minutes.

My favorite book is Catcher in the Rye. My favorite book series is, of course, Harry Potter. Kate Nash is my favorite singer, and Hippo Campus is my favorite band. My Hogwarts house is Hufflepuff. And I am not ashamed. I also have some Ravenclaw tendencies, but, at heart, and according to every test I have ever taken, because, yes, I do take Hogwarts tests frequently, I test Hufflepuff. It’s because I really love people. I love my friends and family. I have a really cool family. I am related to multiple borderline famous people and I think it is super nifty. Yeah, I say things like super nifty. But beyond that, my family is real cool and loving and supportive. My friends are awesome. I love them to death. My biggest fear is losing them in college. I feel like I am already losing them sometimes. I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t really shake that feeling. Any time there is a big change in my life, which really has only been going to high school and now college, I fear that I will lose everyone important to me. I have never moved. I am only 18. Not a lot of change. 

When I was in eighth grade, I started this real disgusting fake Instagram account. I tried to take super artsy shots of pretty flowers. The flowers were at my neighbor’s house, which is pretty much a cute little cottage in the woods. I took care of their cat, BT, which stands for bike trail, because they found him on the bike trail. Anyway, I took horrible pictures on my iPod, which was like a second generation I think, and posted them on Instagram with super corny, deep, and insightful meanings. Going into high school, I got nervous people would find the secret account, so I deleted all of the pictures and made the name a series of random symbols, deleting any personal information from the profile. The end of my freshman year, my best friend told me she had made a secret Instagram account. She honestly got pretty big. She was getting around 2,000 likes on everything she posted. She had a nice voice. 2,000 likes seems like nothing now, since people from my school get that many for a selfie, but, at the time, I thought she was famous. I decided to copy her. I went back into my old account, changed the name to Finding the Good, and started adding inspirational photos. I sucked at the whole thing. Anyway, my senior year, I created a blog called This Short Life. I liked it, but, as the title suggests, it was created for short stories. I stopped writing short stories though, and the blog name just became depressing. So this is a face lift. I am starting over. I really liked my old Instagram’s name though, because it is all we can ever do in life — find the good. So I am creating this new blog and connecting it to my old Instagram account, where my old followers who probably do not know they are even still following me can access the blog (and you guys can go follow the Instagram for notifications for the blog, @finding_thegood). I got too personal on my last blog to share with people I semi-know. So this time, this blog will, hopefully, only be viewed by total strangers, and my friends. I liked a lot of my old writing, so I am going to put it all back on. I never edit anything. There are a lot of mistakes on this blog, but that is what makes it honest, blunt, and meaningful. This is simply me on paper, nothing special, nothing elaborate. 

So anyway. Read what you want, take from this what you want… it may be a struggle, but try to find the good in this blog.