Forgetting you but not the time

I really hate making plans. I don't like committing myself to something I'm going to do in the future, when I don't know what's going to happen between now and then. And there's the added pressure of having to actually remember what you've scheduled, under consequences ranging from a minor roll of the eyes to virtual burning at the stake if you miss it. Which I think is partly why I really didn't enjoy having a job. Besides having to pre-plan my time, it was pre-planned FOR me.

Which is also a reason, I believe, that I'm not enjoying all these processes you have to go through this year in lieu of the Acronym Tests. Registering for the PSAT. Preparing for the ACT. Registering for the ACT. Researching dates for the SAT and SAT II, both of which need to be taken if I'm going to apply to any east coast school. Just think of the sheer number of little Scan-tron rectangles I'm going to be filling in over the course of this year.

Somewhere around Monday/Tuesday will officially mark the longest amount of time I've ever been separated from my sister.

I really wonder how my 8 or 10 year old self would react to my current self if they were to meet. I think the first reaction by the former would be "What horrible music you listen to."

Wake me up when September ends

I always:

- Assume things will work themselves out

- Doubt my decisions and assumptions

- Have a song running through my head

- Hate to be written off due to age

- Notice discrepencies in grammer or spelling

- Can change my mind/opinion at the drop of a hat

- Try not to plan too far in advance

I never:

- Listen to CDs in the car without singing along

- Intentionally hurt people

- Swear

- Assume what I hope is true

- Think dead baby jokes are funny

- Want to regret anything

There's a lot of freedom in failure. Of recklessness in weightless abandonment

Have you ever noticed how everyone, everywhere loves to categorize things?

I'm not just talking organization, or those people who color code their socks. People love taking broad topics (like other people) and pushing them into several distinct, bite-sized molds for easy digestion. You see it all the time in statistics and internet quizzes. Are you type A, B, or C? If you ARE type A, that means there's a series of traits that you absolutely must have. Are you an optimist or a pessimist? A Virgo or a Libra? A jock or a punk? A man or a woman?

The last is especially used and, often, run into the ground. Frequently traits attached to men and women are scientifically/psychologically proven and are more or less undisputed (is anyone NOT of the overall opinion that women are more socially oriented than men?). But entire libraries have been dedicated into exactly how men differ from women, down to the way we and they eat. And then it's sectioned further, into different classifications of women and men. There's the high maintenance peppy girls, the rough-and-tumble tom boys, the meek bookworms, the classy women. Then there's the well dressed metrosexual, the romanticizing poet, the dense but lovable average joe, the hardcore rebellious type. Of course everyone fits into one of these.

I'm extremely guilty of this. I love being able to think of everything in manageable squares that I can pull out and base decisions off of when needed. But most things, most of all, people, aren't that simple, and you really can't just compartmentalize like that. If everyone fit into 6 or 7 distinct categories I'd be either a pocket protecting, spectacle wearing, social skill lacking nerd, or some sort of farm raised tom girl image, and I don't think either particularly captures me.

Inspired by The Girl's Guide To Guys.