It's Only Life

Hm... interesting choice name for a blog. It's actually the name of a song by Kate Voegele that I'm listening to at the moment. I never feel extremely creative at 9:30 am in the summer when I've been up since 3:30 am, so it seemed an appropriate title. However, I disagree slightly. I mean, ONLY life? We're not talking about a few gained pounds or a bad date. It's LIFE, not ONLY life. You only got one shot, so I don't see the unimportance of it, but so be it. I suppose singers run out of things to write about sooner or later and are left to squander away their talent on not-so-true but at-least-they-rhyme lyrics.

Now, why I was up at 3:30 in the summer. My sister, she's 13, left for New York this morning. She's studying (psychology, philosophy, and other subjects pursued by intellectuals) at Vassar for 3 weeks with other smart and gifted kids from around the U.S. If only we were all so lucky...

I figured I could pull the "I woke up at 3am to say goodbye and take you to the airport." thing if she ever needs reminding about what a wonderful sister I am. Because really, she should be thankful. I'll be a senior when she starts highschool, meaning she has an instant "in" with upperclassmen, and I'll probably be forced into giving her rides. How can she complain?

Starting this blog, I was a little disappointed with technology when I was informed that, no, "password" could not be my password. Unoriginal maybe, but if I was trying to hack someone's account, "password" would not be my first guess. I was told that my password must be AT LEAST 6 characters, and must contain letters AND numbers. Hm, sound like the "forgot your password?" button will be used alot in the next few weeks. I can memorize an entire script in a few short hours, but my mind doesn't seem to find random letter and numbers jumbled together to be important in my everyday life.

Then, I had to confirm my account by retyping the following symbols. Normally, the website will just give you something resembling your new-and-improved-but-somehow-still-gets-hacked password. Today, however, it said "word" and this so-called-word was "Canina." I ask you, is that actually a word? In english? I looked it up on dictionary.com and the closest result I got was Can-Ina, a small town only god knows where. What in the world....?

But I digress, I'm sixteen years old, blonde, and live in about the most boring place in the entire world, North Carolina. Here, it's never too hot and never too cold, just always too humid for anyone with real hair. It's the summer before Junior year, and I've always meant to keep a journal or blog. I just never get around to it. Perhaps I will be able to improve my writing skills and keep myself out of too much trouble. Or maybe not.