I'm Alive and Such

You guys might have noted that I've been quite lax about posting recently, so I'm here to let you all know: DON'T WORRY. I'M ALIVE. I'M NOT IN JAIL. YET. Now, I don't exactly know who I'm addressing here, since my blog has approximately zero readers (at least none that I'm aware of) but if you happen to be lurking this site once in a while, and if you've started wondering about my whereabouts, well, I'm here. I'm here, it's just that most of the time I usually post when something significant happens and, let's face it, nothing has happened in the past few weeks. At least nothing blog-worthy.

But if you've actually read up to this point, I might be able to gather some minor happenings for you. Such as:

1) I attended my grandma's 80th birthday and, though I'm not too keen on family gatherings, it went very well! Everyone was super nice and my cousin from Paris was there and I absolutely love her and I hadn't seen her in ages so yep, that was fun. Plus, delicious cake as always.

2) I drove on my own in the middle of a STORM!!! Yes, this happened about an hour ago and if you can't tell, I'm very proud.

3) I met up with a friend of a friend who is now a friend, and I bought a pink glittery skirt. Now, you should know that I don't wear pink, I don't wear skirts, and I rarely wear glitter. So I'm quite concerned, as it is, most probably as I don't know whether this is a perfectly normal style evolution, or whether I'm subconsciously transforming into one of my friends, which would, if you know the circumstances, make perfect sense. So I might call a style psychologist and consult with her on the issue. Style psychologists exist, right?*

4) I watched a documentary on Nat Geo about a cannibalistic serial killer and proceeded to have a really morbid nightmare about murdering someone and have a dog eat his head. Then I read this article written by a Penn Criminology professor and found it really intriguing (is this word even used nowadays?) and did I tell you yet that I want to double major in Film AND Criminology? BTW, I have morbid dreams on a daily basis, no need to worry. I'm just a bit paranoid and think way too much into certain things.

5) I wrote my Common App essay, and have a very good feeling about it. I've actually written three, and each one started out of the other, and each one morphed into an answer to a different prompt but yeah. My advice to Common App essay writers: don't stick with one prompt and consider the deal sealed. I've also worked on a couple of supplements and the Penn one is giving me nightmares. You know when you've got all the content, but just can't form it into a coherent text? Welp, that's happening.

6) I've studied some A-Level Sociology and have done some ACT prep, but clearly not enough. In fact, that's what I should be doing now.

So, that is all I can think of right now, and erm, I don't know. I'll let you all (I still don't know who I'm talking to) know when something less mundane happens. I've got two tickets for this big music festival next month, so I'll definitely write about that. Yep. I think I should get back to ACT Math.

Take care and such.

*I was hoping style psychology would be something I just made up, but no. It actually exists.

Driving Update

Three months, forty-four hours, 450 kilometers and 10 buckets of tears later, I still can't proudly state that I can drive. I can, of course, as in, give me a long stretch of highway and a car and I'll do what I have to, but when it comes to navigating traffic, oh boy.

I don't even know what's the problem any more. Is it me? Is it everyone else? I usually kid myself into thinking the latter, because why do people drive cars when I'm around, and why do they park so tightly, and why do they even park on the streets? You know, the least I expect from them is to keep half a mile distance from me, so I can happily do my own thing.

How do people even do this? And no, I'm not talking about you Americans, who have two pedals and no gear stick. Y'all have it easy-peasy.

On the plus side,* sigh*,  I now look up to everyone who has a driving license. 

Driving Miss Layra Is No Longer Needed

Hiya People of the Internet!

Today, I had my first ever driving lesson. It wasn't my first time driving, that already happened in July, thank you very much, with very little success and one dented gate, but it was the first time I legally got to drive a car.

What can I say? It wasn't that scary, I was by no means screaming, crying, and/or shouting, I was pretty much driving around in circles for one and a half hours. Every two minutes, we stopped. Hashtag fun.

At first, I had problems with getting the car straight, so it's an advantage that we can't start out on the streets, because I would've been mistaken for a drunk driver in no time, but yeah...it was quite an alright feeling, snaking along the pavement with 5 km/h.

I also found out that my teacher has three kids who currently have the flu. The guy is pretty nice, though. AS OF NOW.

My car is a Chevrolet Spark, so singing my favorite song 'American Pie' by Don McLean has suddenly become incredibly appropriate. It's also sparkly and goose poop green, so all the goose poop on it goes unnoticed. Now, isn't that rad?

I'll keep you updated on the progress, as of now, I'm nowhere near getting a speeding ticket.


Loves,

Layra xx