Model Congress Day 1: Waiting for Ice Cream.

Its 1:46 pm and here I lay on a school buss with a $3 water bottle on my way to model congress. I’m scared and excited. I was reading, but I wanted to write. I want to do what I love. I’m typing on my phone so just excuse mistakes if any. Well, model congress is officially here. In about an hour or so I will be walking into my hotel with some of my closest friends. And some new friends that I’ve made because of this trip. The first hour was well, we stopped at a rest stop and had Roy Rodgers which I’ve never even heard of, but it was pretty good food. I opted for a water just for the matter that soda makes me have to pee. I’m happy the hotel were staying at has a computer lounge so I can always just edit this there. My friends and I have had fun so far and I’m looking forward to a weekend with them.

It’s now 12:43 am. I’ve been in the hotel for about an hour. We left committee at like 11 but walking in a large group in heels proves rather difficult. (Note to self, wear sneakers and change) we got back the hotel and all met upstairs and I wlreally wanted ice cream so I put on pajama pants under my dress and went across the street to Wawa with my friend and bought ice cream and waited in line with 7trillion other people. I guess everyone wanted a late night snack. A police officer that was waiting to pay for his coffee asked what was going on because there was a bunch of teens in dress clothes. You’d think he know. Psh. I’ve had a lot of fun today so far. I can’t wait to present my bill tomorrow. I will keep you guys updated. And I’m off to bed. Goodnight world.

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Snow? On the First Day of Spring?

If you live on the east coast, then you are probably well aware of the fact that it’s snowing and it’s the first day of spring. Fun. Really, that’s all I have I have to say about the stupid snowy spring. I have other things to complain about.

I’m really mad at myself for slacking with writing. Yes, I’ve been writing a research paper, working on a philosophers PowerPoint, and getting ready for model congress, but I still pretty disappointed. At least I’m not giving up. That’s always a good thing. I don’t want to make any more promises being that promising lasted about a week or so then I got really busy. I’m going to keep up my schedule just so that it’s pushing me to write, but let’s be honest. I suck at following my own directions. Not to be rude or anything, but I feel like the main reason I’m not constantly writing any more is because 1) I have no ideas/ inspiration and 2) because I feel like I lost off of your guys support. For the people that do constantly read and check to see if I’ve posted anything thank you, but I need more. I sound really greedy. It’s mostly my fault since I haven’t posted, but there’s social media you can reach out to me on. Just be like, “Hey savannah, you should write some more, I miss your witty remarks!” Okay well not exactly like that, but it takes 2 to tango, and I feel like I’m the last person at the party. It’s kind of lonely.

I swear that after net weekend I’ll be pretty much back to normal because Model Congress is next weekend and project is due Monday and my research paper is due the following Tuesday. Then I’ll be practically free. Speaking of Model Congress, I’m going to be doing a huge blog about that probably next Sunday when I get back. Well, that’s really all, hopefully when it stops snowing I can start doing more outdoor related posts and artsy fartsy pictures. If you enjoyed this post, I’d be very grateful if you’d help it spread by emailing it to a friend (a stranger works too), or sharing it on Twitter and/or Facebook. Thank you!

A letter to myself.

Last night as I lay restless, anticipating who knows what, I realized that I hadn’t written in quite some time. At first I was upset with myself for not doing what I said I would, and then I thought, “well, I’m writing more for myself than for anyone else, so I can take breaks when I want, and not have to question myself.” The truth is, I’ve had nothing to write. On Sunday, I was going to write a letter to my future self and share what I hope to be by the time I graduate highschool, but every time I went to write it, I didn’t exactly know what I wanted. All I knew is that I wanted to be happy, and I didn’t want to have any regrets.
This morning I woke up around 6:30ish because my friend had texted me. I told her that she woke me up but for her to keep me awake so that I could write a poem. The poem I wrote is titled “A Letter to Myself.” She read it and fell in love with it and then I went back to sleep since I don’t have to leave for another 15 mins. (Delayed openings are the best) I saved the poem into my notes and then reread it when I woke up again at 8:30. It inspired me to write this. I know it’s not what I originally I anticipated to write, but in my opinion its better. Well, here it is, A Letter to Myself.

Dear future me,
Stop worrying.
You dont need to prove anything
You don’t need to make someone fall in love with you.
You don’t need someone yo define you.
You’re pretty freaking amazing, if I do say so myself.
Your friends only mean well
They’re not trying to exploit you, I promise
Stop worrying.
You probably spend hours thinking about what you can change about yourself
When there’s nothing that needs to be changed.
You want to change to be perfect,
But that perfect your referring to is simply photo shopped pics
You don’t need to change for anyone
Trust me, if you need to change, then they’re not worth it.
Be yourself
Future me, you’re perfect, don’t worry.
Love past me ❤

I wrote this with the intention of looking back on this in a few years and knowing that I’m still perfect. Well, that’s all. Happy Tuesday everyone.

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