Tagged: personal

A Letter to My 13-Year-Old Self

My friend Colin showed me this letter that Frank Ocean wrote to himself-five-years-ago:

frankThought it was pretty cool, so I decided to try it. I’m no Chris Breaux though…

Hey Cat,

You won’t believe the direction your life goes! You made it through junior high and high school, and now you’re off to college. Your friends today will not be your friends for long…you’ll abandon some, some will abandon you, and it will be painful, but it will make you the person you are five years from now. Continue reading →

To My Sister, On Her First Day of Sophomore Year

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soph·o·mor·ic: adjective: having or showing a lack of emotional maturity: foolish and immature

What a hopeful outlook society has adopted for a high school student’s second year of high school!

Before year 9 you won’t take this advice very seriously because you won’t really know what I’m talking about. Every year you’ll read this letter again and understand it a little better than you did before. And you’ll find out that what I’m saying is true (in some respects, at least). And you will look back when you graduate and regret a little bit but we’re not all perfect, are we?

Last year, around this time, I wrote a letter to my sister, Victoria, addressing the topic of freshman year…since then it’s become one of the most popular and constantly visited posts on this whole blog.

So I’m here to shed a little knowledge about your second year, and I hope my experience might help you along.

My dearest Vicky,

You’re not hot shit. You’re still an underclassman. You will undoubtedly exhibit behavior seen as unjustifiable, unwarranted by the upperclassmen, and next year, you will also see it as such. Continue reading →

This Kid I Know: Bryant

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To put it simply, Bryant is my oldest friend. We’ve known each other since the beginning of time, way before pre-school began. During the rough elementary years, we didn’t attend school together, but I think I saw you here and there at tennis practices and remembered the fun times we’d had as toddlers, toddling around Disneyland and North Carolina and whatnot. Continue reading →

I AM SO THANKFUL FOR ALL OF YOU

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YOU HAVE ALL HEARD SOME ANECDOTE ABOUT HOW I STARTED THIS BLOG PROBABLY A BILLION TIMES ALREADY BUT I JUST WANT TO SAY THANK YOU FOR ALL OF YOUR READING AND SUPPORT!

WITHOUT IT, THIS SITE WOULD BE NOTHING MORE THAN AN ONLINE JOURNAL, AND LIKE MOST JOURNALS (ON AND OFFLINE) I START, I WOULD HAVE ABANDONED IT AFTER NO MORE THAN A FEW WEEKS.

BUT I’M STILL HERE, AND WE’RE NEARING THE TWO YEAR ANNIVERSARY!!!!! WOW.

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This Kid I Know: Michael

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Sometimes this is Michael.

The first word that comes to mind when I think Michael is short. He’s just a shorty, and he’s accepted it, I’ve accepted it, and everyone else out there should as well.

No one calls him Michael, anyways, we all call him Mihe.

Mihe and I met at the 8th grade debate banquet when I ogled the older debaters, and he was just the younger brother of one of the sophomores. I think we made awkward small talk and I discovered that he was going to my school in the coming fall. Continue reading →

Guest Post: 0200

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I can’t sleep. When I lie in bed at night, it’s like I’m doing everything I’m supposed to not be doing in order to go to bed. Thoughts become a flash flood that was never on the forecast, and I was the poor soul that went camping by the riverside.
Thought 1. The One that Escaped.
The first thing that struck me was how breathtakingly pretty she was. There was a sense of elegance to her, one that was hidden behind her expressionless face. She and I had a lot more in common than I had ever anticipated. Music taste, favorite food, life philosophy, there was nothing that we disagreed about. We grew closer, but with such limited time. College meant that I had to say goodbye to her in three weeks, and I didn’t want to put her through a relationship with an expiration date. I have a date with her tomorrow, although neither of us will call it that. But I know she loves me as much as I do, and maybe, just maybe, if I had some time for us to grow, and got more time to ourselves, we would end our date with me pulling her towards me, her eyes closed in anticipation–

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