this shall now be known as the first blog of 2009.
epic, dare i say.
i feel as though there are many things to say, none of which i have the desire (readily) to relay, yet will anyway. bare with me.
hello everyone who reads this dear blog-the majority would be my siblings who apparently don't have much to do at their work places, or like to check up on their youngest sibling. i prefer the second option. how are you doing? i find it interesting to be mixed up in this blogging world which
i'm coming to find is larger than comprehension. i feel the same with
facebook, and other social networks. my mother's coworker adds me, neighbors add me, and even my bishop adds me. the
internet is no longer safe from the wide array of people watching over my life. possibly there is a big brother. intriguing.
i'm much too young for college.
i've filled out numerous applications and have become too nervous to actually get myself to send them in. why is it that i can not be the cute five year old girl i used to be? growing up doesn't sound like much fun, yet half of me is ready to get out of high school and make it in the real world, yet i can no longer stand the institution which is lone peak high school.
speaking of the real world...i need to get out of
utah. bubble. bubble. and i need to get out of lone peak high school. i adore everyone here, and life is great, in a relative sense, i just feel as though i need to get out and learn a thing or two. i want to go to
seattle, or some other big city for college. the art institute called me today from there. arguably one of the most frightening experiences. help. what should i do?
ugggh.
it's
friday. new semester
monday. let's see if i can not screw this one up. graduation steady approaches. ugh. repeat that. ugh. senior year should be exciting. i want it over. my schedule isn't difficult which makes attending
seemingly difficult. AP lit, marketing (hopefully), academic study, seminary, T.A., and ancient world civilizations. i get out of school at about 12:15 everyday. **that is a note to
heidi penrod** (i want to play with you guys)
i miss
teresa rose. my other half went back to
boston on
monday. six more months till she's home with me again. possibly the slowest approaching six months. any one know the price for a round trip ticket to
boston, mass? her and i had most likely the most epic winter break of my recollection, then as the dreaded school rears it's ugly head yet again, reality sets in and she leaves again. depressing.
did any of you know that i am writing a novel? it's full of wit and sarcasm. only a mere forty pages at the moment, not a big deal. not enough time in a day.
i need a hair cut. something new and unique. ideas are always helpful. -another note for the reader.
preference is tomorrow. i should probably make a bigger deal out of it, but i choose not to. i am going with a nice boy,
daniel micheli. i am wearing this vintage
kimono which is beautiful.
i'm sure
i'll put up pictures in the near future and relay the experience to you the reader.
i would rather not talk about boys. once things seemly are going well, everything changes. i should be happy...i need an oracle. how rad would that be?
don't you wish you could read minds?
i'd fear the thought.
this blog is going places where it need not go. also the randomness is becoming extreme. i love you all. hope the new year is everything you hoped for.
thank you for reading.
love,
cyndel marie dodenbier.
fin...
The dance they call preference occurred on january 10th of 2009. we went with the asian theme.
i went with daniel micheli.
jessica went with jack.
we went to walmart after wards. i go there too much.
The dance was a night to remember. full of random fun, panda express, and teacher turned DJ.
