Letters from 07111994

The Sounds of Midnight

Dear Blog,

I don’t think you could possibly understand how much I wish I were sleeping. Stayed up until 4 am and woke up at 8. Why I’m still awake is a mystery. I’ve been in my room for about an hour now listening to a cd my mom used to play for me was younger. It’s the sound of the ocean. It’s really cheesy. You hear the waves crashing onto the shore and seagulls making whatever noise seagulls make and music playing in the background. I think the sounds on the cd are more distracting than soothing now, but I listen to it anyway. The memories are way too fond not to. Well I don’t know if it’s the memories or the feelings that come along with them, but for some reason the cd is more than just the beach to me. It’s a reminder of innocence. It’s the group of friends that rode their bikes around the neighbor, the dance recital (where I spent more time standing in the corner than dancing), and the times spent in the car with my dad just drinking icees on the way to my grandma’s house. I get way too caught up in memories. It’s a blessing and a curse. There’s always a good time to remember, but memories sometimes keep me from living. I guess finding the balance will be crucial this year. It’s my senior year, so of course I want to live it up and leave high school with a bang, but by the same token it’s the end of a huge chapter of my life and I want to remember every preceding moment. I don’t know. This is way too much thinking for so little sleep.

Yours Nostalgically,

07111994

Happiness

• 07111994: how do you make happiness last?
• 01271994: you live in a fantasy.
• 07111994: what if, instead, i make my fantasy a reality?

Postcard #5

Dear Blog,

Today I had a peculiar conversation with my friend. We talked about our dreams (mine: travel, take amazing photos, become a merch girl for my favorite bands. hers: to become a rockstar and a kick ass writer). But during our discussion she told me she wanted to become a teacher, but only for a year. Immediately I said, “When you told me you wanted to be a rockstar I said, ‘You’re talented it could it happen.’ When you told me you wanted to be a writer I totally supported you then too. But I draw the line at teacher. One. No one teaches for the money and you like money. Two. I can’t possibly imagine living in a world where you influence the minds of tomorrow. Three. You hate kids.” She then pointed out the fact that I support her lofty dreams but teacher is out of the question. Basically dreams are funny things and somehow we stumble upon our perfect dream lofty or not. And they’re one of the most important things in our lives. They keeps us striving for something and honest with ourselves and our hearts. Now I’m done being extremely cliche.

Yours clichely,

07111994

Fail Blogger

Dear Blog,

I am so sorry. I can’t even begin to express how truly sorry I am, but because I have not written in such a longggg time, I have millions of things to tell you. Unfortunately there are several down sides to this: a lot of the details have been lost and it would be extremely overwhelming if I told you all at once. So I guess I’ll have to break it up into little manageable pieces. But there has honestly been so much going on. The start of summer and the dinner, my mom was in the hospital, meeting a new friend(ish), Twitter, meeting producers, starting on a musical, deciding to write again, a discussion on love and marriage, Florida, my birthday, Harry Potter, college, the most fun I’ve had in years, and new discoveries and old memories. I feel like this should count as a postcard more than a letter, but my letter, my rules; so this is the first letter in the series of many.

Yours Apologetically,

07111994