the rule of three 1

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review. Month one.

I love college.
The people are amazing...
I have made more friends here in a month than I  have in the course of m life.
We're all here with similar mindsets,
similar backgrounds, goals, families.
And we all understand each other.
I keep hearing it over and over.
I fel like I've known you my whole life.
I can't believe we weren't friends a month ago.
talking about visiting each other's states.
already.
A month into school.
It's so wonderful
Everyone is a friend
A comrade
A confidante.
Someone to trust, to look up to,
and the appreciate.
Maybe to love.

Older version of me

(Yet another "lost writing" I found)

I was told today that I have very attractive nose. Though silly, the compliment was genuine and it got me thinking.
The things that people who really love us like about us are so often the things that we ourselves are most uncomfortable with. For instance, I have never "liked" my nose, yet she was not the first to comment that my embarrasment was instead charming.
The same has been told me of facets of my personality.

I do like the word facet.
Certain words leap into my brain at opportune moments when I wish to appear intelligent, and facet is one of the few such words I use rather frequently.
-But not too frequently, of course.
I wish to appear educated, not like I'm faking intelligence.

(This makes me laugh now. It is curious how much people change in six months.)

First day of school! First day of school!

Sooooooo today was my first day of school.
Bet you've never have guessed.

I'm exhausted and I will be going to bed shortly, but I thought I'd share my lovely classes.

American Civilization. Gonna be greeeeeaaaat.
Literary Traditions I. Gonna be even betterrrrrr.
and...
BA DUM BUM
Intermediate Latin II!!!

So great.
Any way, I'm on my way to figuring out my life! Maybe?
Love to ya, Jo.
Night.

finally.

Sooooooo I'mmmmmmm in my doooormmmmmmmmm roooooooooom!
It's one AM currently.
I'm moved in. Finally. At one AM.
To be fair (to myself), there was a block party tonight that we went to. That was fun. Loud. Noisy. Lots of dub-step. And new people.
My grammar is atrocious tonight.
I'm so freaking excited.
(My new goal is  to say that at least twice per post for a while.)

That's kind of a loose goal, huh,  Jo?

Anywho,  I'm freaking excited.
And tomorrow is saturday (obviously) and interesting.
A whole school full of interesting people. How lucky am I, right?

I better go to bed.
Looveeee thisss placccceeee.
Night, Jo.

Vigil

hey Jo. It's been a crazy month.
I'm moving into my freshman dorm tomorrow, and I'm super excited. I haven't been nervous unlit about ten minutes ago.
I'm so excited to meet people, and to learn new things, especially in a deeper sense. I love you learn, and this school is so perfect form, in that it provides exceptional learning AND a welcoming, friendly, faith-filled environment.

I'm also very excited to start over. I will be growing into the new, updated version of me, with the real me that's been hiding inside the past four years. I lost myself a little bit in high school, and now I'm gonna let that out again in full force, because, well, the people I meet won't know any different!

I know a few professors here, and a few girls, so I'm already feeling the love. haha I guess I just can't wait to see what's in store for me and what my path is.

I'm on my way to the rest of my life. :)

Goodnight, Jo.

Cee


PS. I promise I'm going to try to write more. Once a week at the very least. Especially when I can't sleep, I'll be on here.

Spotlight: Elizabeth

My cousin made this awesome video. It tells the story of a day together with family, and I think it's perfect. Right down to the awesome song. :)

midnight ramblings, repeated.

Honestly, I have no idea what to write about.
I had plenty of great thoughts in my head today, but I'm so tied, I've forgotten all of them. I even carry notebook around with me to record precious thoughts before they flit away forever, but I didn't' have it on me at work.
Pooey.

I've kind of gotten more personal with thee whole writing shindig thing. I hope that's okay.
I don't want to bore your or anything with my real, normal, life.
I'm pretty awfully normal.
An angsty teen who just wants attention.



What a good joke. Did you fall for it, Jo?
My eleven year-old sister is asleep in bed with me right now and I don't want to move her. She twitted something dreadful, though.
I don't know about any other upcoming college freshmen, but I'm really nervous for school. These class are going to blow my mind up. At least that's what everyone keeps telling me.

I'm exaustified. Goodnight, Jo.

P.S. Oh, and a side note. I know I'm not funny. So understand that I know when I sound like I'm trying to be funny, I'm not.

I'm really freaking tired.

Im really tired.
I posted a video today.
I don't know if that was a good idea, but I did it and I'm not going back.
I feel like I'm more ready for school now. Which is good. Except it means I'm leaving really soon. Which is bittersweet.

I really can't think well wrought o do a logical piece of blogging, so goodnight, y'all.
Cee

Meet... me!!!

Who I may/may not be

So, I forgot to tell you the one thing I'm REALLY good at.

Not finishing anything.
I think that's why I like so many things; I get tired of something I just lose the urge to finish just about everything.
Now this is fine when I'm say, doing a craft project or fun; I'm wasting money, but it doesn't affect anyone but myself.But this happens when I'm making meals, when I'm writing this blog, when I find myself not wanting to take care of myself physically anymore.
It's kind of p athletic honestly, and is part of the reason I have low self esteem. I know I won't live up to my potential, and I couldn't tell you why.
 know I'm talented, beautiful, intelligent, and the like, and I'm not bragging; I have great self-awareness. It's just that I hate myself for never using myself to my full abilities. I put myself down.  I hide my unconfidence (is that even a word?) with stunning ensembles, that "only I could pull off," and make myself feel even worse for trying to be something I'm not.
But everything is what I'm not because I don't know who I am, Jo.
I feel like Maggie in Runaway Bride.
Except I don't need a man to tell me I don't know who I am. I figured that out.
Problem is, I do like eggs more than one way. I don't like horses. I want so many different things- I could never choose one.
I love beauty, of that I am sure. But so many things are beautiful, Jo. I can't pick one beautiful thing over another. It's like, to be cliche, apples and oranges.
The problem is, I'm a plum and none knows what's in the pit.


I am so bad at food metaphors.
I guess what I'm saying is I don't want a guy to help me find myself. I want to know who I am, so that when the right guy comes along, I know he knows I know who I am.
Sorry for rambling.
Goodnight.

oopsies...

It's been so long!!!
Okay, I can't lie..... I forgot about you.. :/
But I promise it won't happen again.
Maybe... *fingers crossed*


I am tired and its late, so I'll tuck in.
I'll update you tomorrow.
G'night night, Jo.
MUAH!

Hi Jo.
I'm tired.
Happy fourth of July.
How can the fourth be fun with fireworks banned?

Let me tell you:

You've got to be in the upper midwest.
With maybe people you love.
It has to be between sixty and eighty degrees with a light, cool breeze.
There must be at least six different home baked desserts.
Sparklers must be plentiful.
A little politics chatter as possible is preferred.
A gorgeous moonrise is totally necessary.

That may sound like boring, but I am content with my fourth.
Have fun with your drinking and partying, I'm enjoying America the beautiful and her golden amazing citizens who still believe in the Founding Father's idea of a free nation.
and yes, Jo, I will say it.
I'll shout it!

GOD BLESS AMERICA.

yay. !

It's a great moment when you first have enough posts to have the "Older Posts" link show up.

Thanks for sharing in this joyous occasion.
Goodnight, Jo.
For real this time.

Midnight makeup musings... and such.

I really like this lady's hair.

Sometimes, at night, when I can't sleep, and when I have to be quiet because it's ungodly late and everyone normal is asleep, I use my magical makeup stash and turn myself into strange characters, presumably from a science fiction film.
Or maybe just very strange people with a penchant for silver.
Or maybe just normal runway models.
"Helloo, my name ees Eeevahnkah, I am A Moh-dell."
That kind of thing.

Being a make-up artist is my back up plan in case I somehow can't finish school.

Actually, I have a few back up plans.

1. Make-up artist
slash hair stylist
slash tattoo artist.
2. Tattoo artist.
3. Tattooed fashion stylist and columnist.
4. Speciality cheese shop owner.
5. Professional soft pretzel sampler.
6. Font designer.
7. Turban model.
8. Audrey Hepburn.

Goodnight, Jo.
My thighs are silver.

1:11 ramblings.

I haven't written in a few days.
I apologize.
But Jo, I figured you'd understand.
People get busy, right?
I mean, I'm working part-time, sleeping a lot and doing multiple do-it-yourself craft projects simultaneously, so i can't always have time to write to you.
I think about you all the time, though. ;)

So my newest obsession, as I stated above, is do-it-yourself. Today I made a makeup organizer that hangs on the wall. It's essentially a magnet board. I glued magnets onto the backs of most of my eyeshadows, and now I have a beautiful, organized, wall art-thingy-ma-bob.

I like hyphens today.

So, while I'm busy becoming a make-up artist, I can admire my do-it-yourselfer handiwork and dream of becoming an interior designer with a focus in hot glue guns.

So my day was very successful. I hope your's was too, Jo.
Goodnight.

P.S. I say "So" a lot. I'll work on that. My apologies.
ttfn

Confession

Jo,
I have a confession.
I have another blog.

No, it's been around longer than you have.
And she's just there for a deeper art of me.

I thought you'd understand.

here

Try her out.
You never know. You might like her.

Water is kinda amazing.
Did you know that, Jo?
Here are my top three reasons why:

 1. It freaking keeps us alive.
2. Water is so customizable. Some genius made it so that we can have water at exactly the temperature we need. What guy would change that much for you.
3. Water feels amazing. Seriously. Have you ever just put your hand under running faucet and felt how amazing it feels?

So anyway, that's what was on my ind for the night.
That and why a certain someone hasn't texted me backs. It's been two hours, for goodness' sake.
But that's a story for another night.
I can't let you know everything about me at once, can I?
That wouldn't be as exciting. *cue big, mischievous smile*
Goodnight, Jo.

P.S.You have long, curling, cascading, black hair and startling hazel eyes.
Just so ya know.

Monday

So, yesterday was a hint for today's condition.
Sick.

Yet, even though I feel icky, I have this want to do everything.
Like make wall art out of spoons.
Get a tattoo.
Or a piercing.
Go to Switzerland.
Alter the pile of clothes in my closet that "aren't quite right."
Get a mani.
And a pedi.
Get married.
Make a demo album.

Heck, even take a shower.

Who does this? I'm sick, for gosh sakes.
Someone should come slap me.

Hey Jo.
Thanks for listening.
Even though you have to.
I'm a rather grateful person.

Blech.

You know those days when everything seems gray? Grey?
It's one of those days.
I only want to eat Rold Gold pretzel sticks and drink Arizona tea.
Everything looks bleak.
No energy can be mustered.
Mustard?
And the people who usually cheer you up seem annoying and frivolous.
So you lie (lay?) on the porch of the duplex your parents own, but nobody lives in, covered in dust because the porch hasn't been swept in weeks, and pity yourself.
And read the diary of Anne Frank.
It's quite pathetic really.
Then you get bloated from all the pretzels.
And hope tomorrow is better.

Hi, by the way.

By the way, I'm Cecilia.

Nice to meet you.

(Nice to make you, really.)

We're gonna be great friends.

I have this weird obsession.
With everything.
Turbans. Gum. Lipstick. Shoes. Batik. Wood. Cheese. Mirrors. Fashion. Latin. Health. Expression. Grammar. Jane Austen novels. Beards. Florals. Wire.
I've kinda learned to just live with my obsessions.
You will too.
By the way, your name is Josephine.
Jo for short.
Like Louisa May Alcott's Jo.
So, thanks for listening, Jo.


I'll be back!