Wednesday, June 28, 2017

If you’ve been with me since Day 1, or at least Day 23, you’ll know that I used to make YouTube videos. Cringey, terrible, trash-worthy, garbage-filled, phone-filmed YouTube videos that I somehow let myself put on the Internet.

Most of them have been taken down.

Recently, I was blessed with a Canon Powershot G7x, a camera that I’ve had my eye on for a while. It has one of those flip-up screens and A1 quality and honestly just makes me I could actually make something legit.

So I did. Or at least, I tried to. I filmed a day in my life, and to my surprise, I liked it. I liked trying to turn my average day into something worth watching, something a little more artsy and cultivated than a normal vlog.

So, without further ado, here’s Episode 1, in which I ding-dong ditch someone, make bomb veggie stir-fry, and get up to other various tame suburban shenanigans.

Also, in case you’re wondering...Episode 2 is coming on July 2nd :) :) :)


Monday, June 26, 2017

I’ve been trying to make videos on my phone for the past couple of years, but finally stopped because filming on a phone is super frustrating, even if it’s high quality. Then my parents gave me a Canon Powershot G7X as a graduation gift--a camera I’ve been eying, because it has A1 quality and one of those flippy screen thingies--and the video creation began again.

The first video I made was a tribute to all my Internet friends--all of you out there--who’ve encouraged me by reading my blog posts and commenting. I read everything, try to comment back, and am so blessed to have an online community that supports me, even if nobody knows me in real life. If I wasn’t able to feature your blog in this video, please don’t be upset; I tried to fit as many as I could in. Take it as a thank-you story that was meant for all of you. I mean that.


Saturday, June 24, 2017

I’m sure it’s floated around the Internet in some shape or size before, but I made this up on the spot. Basically, I’m going to try to encompass the entirety of senior week (the week leading up to graduation) in EXACTLY one hundred words. Impossible? Maybe.

senior week

On Monday, smelling of sea breeze and bonfire, we smashed burned marshmallow and cold chocolate between crumbling graham crackers, eating to the low hum of R&B.

On Tuesday, we rode Guardians of the Galaxy twice and sing-screamed to “I Want You Back” by the Jackson 5 until our voices disappeared.

On Wednesday, I tried on my cap and gown.

On Thursday, I donned it for real and couldn’t stop smiling throughout the ceremony. Later, at two in the morning, I got a glitter tattoo of a whale and fell asleep in the grad night nap room an hour later.


Squeezing so much into a hundred words seems like an impossible task, but it makes the words you choose all the more valuable. It chops the excess and forces you to think about what you’re writing, instead of simply throwing words on a screen--which, I’ve come to realize, is what I do most of the time when I write. And it makes the reader think about the things you’ve chosen to share: what, exactly, is so poignant about the specific memories I chose to represent?

To You: Choose a big memory to write about, something that you don’t think can possibly be summed up in one hundred words, and write about it in one hundred words. No more, no less.


Monday, June 19, 2017

My cap and gown are still sprawled on my bedroom floor. My grandma bought me flowers, but they’re wilting in a jar next to my bed, dry petals scattered. It’s one-twenty-two a.m. and I’m hungry, but guilt jostles the Panda Express, chocolate cake, and ribs that my stomach is currently digesting. I haven’t gone to the gym in two weeks.

Somehow I think I expected the fact that I’m a high school graduate to change who I am as a person, but--surprise--I’m still the same lazily motivated, messily organized girl that I am. A new week is beginning, and I have to piece together a new routine for myself. For the past four years, it’s been wake up before seven, throw on some clothes, go to school, do homework, go to bed. Now there isn’t the least resemblance to that routine, and I have to figure out a new one. Come September, when I move to San Diego and start college, I’ll have to figure one out again.

Tomorrow I’ll probably wake up around nine. The stifling summer heat has already begun, and since my windows are open, the warmth will have already pervaded my bedroom by the time I rouse myself. I didn’t shower last night because I was too busy reading a cheesy teen romance novel, but I might go on a morning walk to clear my head. When I get home, I’ll probably procrastinate a bit more and tidy up a bit, wait for the graduation glow to dissipate, until the unsettling reality of finale, fin, finite sets in.

In the past, I’ve done recap posts and summer bucket list plans, but I don’t have the energy to do those anymore. I never follow my to-do lists anyway, and besides, I’ve learned the art of keeping things to myself. I’ll report them as I go.

In a week and a half, I leave for a missions trip to the Czech Republic, the second time I’ve made the trip and the first time traveling overseas without my family. There, I’ll help teach an English camp and spend a day in Prague, which is probably the most beautiful city I’ve ever visited. A week or two after that trip finishes, I’ll be at Zion National Park, and a couple weeks after that, possibly Northern California. Between the gaps, I’ll be writing both my book and this blog, hanging out with my friends, and trying out the camera I received as a graduation present from my parents. I know this summer will be full of failed projects and rainbowy aspirations and plenty of random things, but I’m thankful for what I’ll get and I’m excited to see what’s going to happen.

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