senioritis comes in plaid.

hi little blog.

it’s me.

when i made you, i wanted you to document my last year of high school, and i’m going to be graduating soon. you’ve been so good to me this year, and you’ve helped me learn alot about myself. i want to keep writing, and you were the one who showed me that.

part of me wants to write about serious things though, and i just don’t know if your pink html formatting can handle the contemplative thoughts of this young adult. it might be time for me to move on to.. neutral colors, serif fonts, and… capitalization.

regardless of what my blogging future holds, you will always have a warm fuzzy spot in my heart, and i just wanted to say thanks for giving me my training wheels.

love always, devon anne

dear baby panthers… i don’t really want to leave my roommate up to the unreliable gods of freshman housing. so if anyone thinks i am delightful at ALL, we should talk about the possibility of spending 9 months of our lives sleeping next to each other… because i don’t fully trust the housing survey, and i’m too chicken to bring it up…. it’s like asking someone out. scary. ♥

1. watched two episodes of police women of broward county

2. taught my boyfriend’s mother how to make a smilie face on facebook chat

3. ate two pieces of cake

4. ate one bowl of ice cream

5. thoroughly reviewed for my honors anatomy test tomorrow

i’ve got it all figured out.

my plans are foolproof.

i guess that makes me one of the lucky ones.

but knowing what you want is scarier than not having a clue

because i’m not always as foolproof as my plans

hopefully…

this little piece of imperfection will move mountains.

1. sleeping

2. graduating high school

3. watching the delt photoshoot

4. raging in berkeley with the rest of moldova

5. having lunch with lady gaga

6. learning how to levitate

7. sleeping

1. master the study of the immune system without actually owning an anatomy textbook
2. finish my honors college application
3. ap english.
4. ap english.
5. ap english.
6. brush up on moldovan public policy, most likely involving a lot of pbs and bbc.
7. come up with a suitcase of business casual ensembles so i can get on a plane to san francisco in less than 72 hours and not freeze my arse off.

…crazier things have been done.

each of my ap english classmates is assigned a poet.

and we have to research that poet.

prepare a 45 minute lecture on that poet.

teach the rest of the class about the poet.

and you get to sit and watch us for two weeks?

if i wanted to teach myself, i would be homeschooled. but i do not, i am not, and yet somehow i am still outlining a lesson plan for william blake.

i don’t have a favorite memory and not because i live a depressing isolated life devoid of joy.

i’m just lucky enough to have too many good memories to choose from, especially in the last year and a half or so:

1. third row seats to wicked at christmas time in london
2. free-falling 70 feet at camp with my dad
3. getting asked to prom at a padres game complete with accidental jumbo-tron pda.
4. ditching a college tour to play on photobooth my beautiful cousins in dallas

i don’t have a favorite memory because when i look back on my life, the sum of my eighteen years makes me smile, not just one moment. i also know that the best is still to come and it’s too early in the game to be picking an mvp.

when: end of freshman year (yeah, yeah late bloomer.)

where: del mar highlands movie theatre.

who saw: the unassuming audience members of “indiana jones”

who: a sophomore from geometry class. considerably out of my league by stereotypical high school standards.

how i felt: “my lips feel tingly. i’m pretty sure that was awkward. …and thus ends the era of my childhood innocence.”