Day Four; Separation Anxiety.

Assumptions were correct; school was canceled today, and it's going to be canceled again tomorrow. Sitting around the house today was uneventful besides the fact that everyone seemed to be yelling at each other. I, on the other hand, found peace in lounging in my bed all day reading Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, bundled up in blankets and cuddled up to the bee that you see above.

That bee is extremely special to me. It was given to me by my boyfriend and best friend, Brandon Buchanan. Today, I found myself squeezing that bee just a little tighter and staring at my promise ring just a little longer than usual. I'm missing him quite a bit. He's grounded, too, so I'm not going to get to see him this weekend. I don't really know how to explain how much that has made my stomach hurt today. That's why I have chosen to write about him.

As I mentioned yesterday, he had a bad day. The truth of the matter is, he's had a bad week. Every time I have talked to him this week, he's sounded so sad. I just wish I could do something to make him happier, and I know the only thing that would is if I magically showed up on his doorstep, something that is impossible with him being grounded. When he's sad, I'm sad. When he's happy, I'm happy. That's what happens when someone is your everything. And that's what he is to me. I don't care if you think that I'm just some high school girl who "thinks" she's in love. I am. And I will be for...well, ever. No one has to believe me on that except him. And he does.

Brandon is different from anyone I know. He's hilarious; anyone will tell you that. But the side of him that I know best is his sweet, loving, spoiling, caring side. He loves to see me happy. He never forgets to tell me he loves me, and he does small things all the time to let me know he loves me. The hour between us makes things hard. We only get to see each other on weekends, but we did get to spend most of Winter Break together; that was simply amazing.

This post is really just my way of expressing my hope that Brandon's days get better. I'm feeling really crappy that there is absolutely nothing I can do from 74.79 miles away to make him happy like I can when I'm right next to him. I hope he will read this post and smile just a little smile for me. I love you, Brandon. More than anything.

And that, my friend, is what my day has centered around: my feelings for that boy. The way I miss him, love him, and need him to be happier. Tonight, I will fall asleep cuddling with my bee like I always do, and I will be thinking of him. That's the way my life works.

Day Three; Hair Catastrophe.

I was totally and completely looking forward to making a post dedicated to my wonderful boyfriend whom I have been waiting to talk about. That post will have to come a different day, however. Something else just happened in the past couple of hours that made me completely refocus.

I have dyed my hair... I don't know how many times. Each time has been pretty successful (except once when I was in the eighth grade and turned my hair a nasty color). Today, I decided to take my nearly black hair and dye it a lighter shade of brown, a chocolate color. I was also going to put some red highlights in it. Before I did the highlights, I did the base color. Actually, I didn't do anything. My best friend, Cassi McGillvray was doing my hair for me. That's right. She dealt with my hair disaster today. On January 6th. Her BIRTHDAY. And this was AFTER she had cooked me a lovely dinner on her BIRTHDAY! Well anyway, little did we know, a disaster was on the way.

I rinsed out my hair and used the "after-color conditioner" like I was supposed to. When I got out, I stared in the mirror in horror. My roots had taken the color much more than the rest of my hair had. My roots were a light brown, orangish color, and the rest of my head was still covered in nearly black hair.

Throwing on some decent clothes, I forced Cassi back out in the freezing cold to head back to Wal-Mart for more dye. I ran in, got the dye, and ran back out to the car. Being the amazing friend that she is, she re-dyed my hair for me. The picture above is us while waiting for the new black dye to settle in my hair. Yeah, we're pretty funny. Thankfully, my hair ended up back to normal. The red highlights will wait a few days.

Other than that, I had school and work today. The reason I was going to choose today to make a post about my boyfriend was because he had a really bad day today, and I was thinking about him more than usual, hoping that his day would get just a little bit better 74.79 miles away from me. I don't think it did. Hopefully tomorrow will be better for the most important person in my life. I love you.

Well, it's snowing outside (in case you wanted a weather update). I'm hoping it will either snow or sleet enough to get school canceled. Most people assume it will. But you know what they say about assumptions...

Day Two; practically frostbitten to death!

Whoever was looking out for our little town's students yesterday wasn't doing the same today. We woke up to the ground still being covered in frost but without our school listed on the closings list. It really wouldn't have been so bad if I wasn't a dedicated choir student. Our choir building is sadly separated from the rest of our school, and we have to walk our little butts down there each day during fourth period, even in the bitter cold. Today was no different. I walked, looking at the snow that covered our practice field. That's what you can see in my picture. I felt like my toes were about to fall off because, for some absurd reason, I decided to wear ballet flats today. I need to invest in more sturdy footwear for times like these.

Things got worse, though. When I got to choir, the heat was out in that building. Shivering, we made our way to the home-ec room and sat there doing nothing. My freezing cold quest to the choir room had been for absolutely nothing. Oh, the irony.

The freezing cold temperatures are supposed to continue this week. In fact, most people figure we won't have school AGAIN on Thursday: snow is predicted for the entire state. Friday, well...that's questionable.

I can't believe I've already resorted to talking about the weather. It's the only thing on my mind right now, though. Besides the usual stuff...my boyfriend and how much I miss him, Harry Potter, and all the other stuff that goes around with high school life. Speaking of high school, guess what I think is hilarious? High school girls, myself excluded. That's all I have to say on that subject.

I had a couple of people today tell me that they read my blog. Here's an idea. Make an account on the handy website you're reading this on. Comment on it. I'd like to know what people have to say about my life. Is that creepy?

Project 365 begins; January 4th, 2010.

I have never really written a blog before, but the idea has always appealed to me. I couldn't resist it anymore when I saw my friend Sarah's post on Facebook about doing a Project 365. For anyone not in the loop, this is when someone takes a picture for every day of the year. It can be anything, but it's supposed to be something that goes on in your day. The purpose is to be able to look back on a year in your life. I'm hoping that by the end of this year, I'll see some personal growth within myself. I should see that anyway. I am a high school senior, college-bound in the fall as a Journalism major. This will be a year of change for me, and I'm greatly looking forward to it.

Starting with today, though. Today is January 4th, 2010. It should have been my first day back to school after our blissful winter break. Someone was looking out for us, however; the first day back was canceled due to snow! What better way to elongate Christmas break than a snow day? I spent the day reading Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. I have decided to reread the series for the bajillionth time. I honestly have no clue how many times I have read those wonderful books at this point, but I do know that I get something new out of them every single time. That explains the picture that will go with this post. That was, by far, the most important thing I did today.

Other than that, I cleaned a little, did some laundry, took care of my turtles (Gandhi and McGurt) and my dogs (Oliver and Zoe). I had a delicious spaghetti dinner thanks to my wonderful mother.

Here's the thing: I really don't think anyone will read this, but I also really don't care. I'm doing this for myself. Sarah has the right idea. Documenting a year is something productive. I'm ready to see how much I grow and change, develop and learn. Project 365 starts now, with day one.