Today's song of the day is "I Wouldn't Mind" by He Is We. It's a lovely song. I love to play it.
Yesterday was Independence Day. So, happy late birthday to a lovely country. Well, sort of. A country Obama is ruining, if you ask me. But, I didn't make a blog to discuss politics, did I? So, yesterday my family had a picnic. It sounds a little lame, but family picnics may be boring, but they give me a nice, warm feeling. I find it somehow difficult to explain the feeling, but it's a feeling of being loved. The feeling of having a family.
In my mind, people are distinguished (wrong spelling, maybe..?) by details. Not really people I'm very, very close to, but just people. Like relatives. Friends of the family. People in school. Teachers. I have two grandmothers, but I have no grandfathers. I actually have one great-grandfather is about 101 years old right now. He lives in Virginia, so I've only actually met him twice in my lifetime. Anyway, my two grandmothers are very different. I call one of them Grandma, and the other Nana. The details in my mind that are Grandma are the color blue, her pool, cats, the ocean, Delaware, Value City, clothing, white hair, a happy attitude. The details in my mind that are Nana are chocolate chip cookies, her house which I visit every day, flowers, wind chimes, shopping, family dinners, and church. They are both great at being grandmothers, though they are different. This is what I mean by details. The details are just simple things that come to mind, that I will probably end up remembering instead of important things.
At the picnic, the daughter of Grandma's neighbors and her cousin came to swim in the pool. It's strange how we have friends that we are only reunited with only a few times a year. They are both around twelve, and it was refreshing to be around people of that age, even though twelve year olds usually annoy the hell out of me. They weren't like my friends, who I'm currently upset with right now. They just wanted to have some fun, which I appreciate them for. It brought back a lot of memories playing house in the pool with them. Yes, you heard me. We were playing house. I don't mind though, because it just feels nice to act like a kid again. :)
On rare occurances, I think about my future. Where will I be in five years? Ten years? Fifteen? What do I want to do with my life? To be honest, I have no idea. Sometimes, I feel like I want to be a famous singer/songwriter, but what are the chances of a girl who lives in a small town and who's only okay at singing actually making it? I'm not Taylor Swift, okay? I also would love to be a writer. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be a designer, or to intern at a magazine, or work at a record company... But I don't even know where I want to go to college! I have nothing in my future planned! Is that okay? I hope so...
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