Sometimes I Freak Out, (But Not Always In a Justified Situation.)

Last night, I went to the Ingrid Michaelson concert with Jenn and Anna. It was amazing, and her opening act, Sugar and the Hi-Lows was just as fabulous as she is. But that is not the reason I am writing this post. I am writing to tell you that sometimes I freak out, in the form of a little story entitled "I am an Idiot."
 On the way home from school yesterday, I decided that I wanted to make myself a dress to wear that evening. Therefore I immediately began cutting out material when I arrived at home. Because I decided to edge the whole thing in green, I rough hemmed all the edges in green thread (the dress is navy) and then I looked at the clock--almost 6:00! I was meeting Anna in 40 minutes-and I had to get gas! I rushed through hair and makeup, ignored the unfinished edges of my dress, and drove consistently 5 miles over the speed limit all the way to the church parking lot. I ended up getting there 10 minutes early, and sat in the car to wait for Anna. I waited and waited. I called when she was 5 minutes late, and then when she was 10 minutes late. 3 calls and two texts later, she still hadn't responded. That was it--I knew she was dead. But for some reason, the forefront conern in my mind was that I was going to be late, not the untimely passing of one of my dearest friends. At 7:00, I know the concert was starting and I had to get to the theatre if I was going to collect my ticket from Jenn, who would already be there. Understand that at this point, I have worked myself into full blown panic mode. I experienced slight hyperventilation, accompanied by awful images of Anna kidnapped or in a car crash.  I called my mom, and walked down to the Lucas, and found out the concert was actually at the Trustees theatre. Oops. I made it to the Trustees, only to find out the concert started at 8:00. I realized I was standing in downtown Savannah, by myself, in the dark, wearing an unfinished dress, an hour early for a concert. But my humiliation was not yet complete.
At this point, Anna's mom called to let me know that Anna had forgotten her phone, and was already at the church. Unfourtunately, she called from Ana's phone, so I answered it-
"Hey, I'm an idiot."
"Umm, Millie, this is Mrs. Heritage."
And that, my friends, pretty much sums up my whole night.
The End.
Except for not quite. I eventually met up with Anna and Jenn, and it was awesome. This was an example of an unjustified freak out.

But I do have a justified freak out story, that I might post at a later date. Or I might never post again. Who knows?

Why I will NEVER assume I am alone in the house ever again--ever.

Earlier this summer, Mums decided to take my siblings to the beach. She offered to take me too, but an afternoon alone in the house sounded much more attractive than one on a hot, crowded, sandy beach. (She was fairly disturbed by this announcement, and more than a little concerned for my mental health, but she picks her battles.) So, I watched the car pull out of the driveway, and proceeded to make myself feel truly at home. Abandoning my customary vanity, I ignored my contacts, put my hair up the most unattractive (and coincidentally, most comfortable) hairstyle known to teenage girl, and put on the first outfit I laid hands on--hot pink shorts and an orangy red t-shirt. I never ever dress like this, except when I am completely alone, apparently. After composing this marvelous outfit, I decided to clean my room--starting on my sister's side. She has apparently been telling me horrible falsehoods for years about completely cleaning out under her bed (and I believed her, being awed by the sheer volume of stuff she managed to pull out). So you can imagine my horror and disgust as I discovered the gobs of dirty clothes and crumpled school assignments dwelling behind her bed when I pulled it out to sweep. This amount of work was going to call for music. Loud music. Of the variety I don't normally listen to unless I am completely alone.

That afternoon found me completely disheveled, alternately singing along to My Life Would Stink Without You and insulting Ellie, all at the top of my lungs--when I heard footsteps. My father appeared in my doorway.
"Umm, how long have you been home?" 
 Please, please say only a minute.
"I never left."

I would like to say this broke down all sorts of emotional walls between my father and I, that we shared a deep conversation about our innermost thoughts and desires. From that day forward, I had no inhibitions, and have renounced all of my vanities. This was not to be. Instead, he laughed at me, and I told him on no uncertain terms to GO AWAY! Needless to say, I now search every room in the house for lurking fathers before commencing my "alone in the house" activities.

Pinterest is Overrated.

     Today, as I was discussing blogs with a friend who is rather devoted to his, I remembered that I have one also. And, I ended my last post with a promise to write the next day. Well, lets just say I did fairly well, as much as I can recall:) I did decide that pinterest is overrated. Who cares if I don't have amazing hair everyday for school? I don't.

     And so, I have reached a decision. I will simply live my life without comparing it to others lives. I should probably endeavor not to live every Saturday as the previously described one, but not every day has to fit that crazy schedule I designed. With this, I leave you--potentially to clean my room. But probably not:)

Tommorow Is Another Day...

     This evening I found myself perusing Pinterest, and reading cute little motivational sayings and totally unconfirmed "facts" about the general benefits of running, eating certain foods, ect. I was overwhelmed by the stunning pictures of sparklingly clean and flawlessly decorated rooms, and floored by just what could be created with a few beads and some glue. I began to have visions of myself as a Pinterest Person, one who rises early to exercise, drinking tea whilst having a quiet time, and then donning a handmade apron to become the paragon of housecleaning virtues required to keep up her family's expansive and beautiful home. "This is who I will be" I told myself--and then I remembered my most recent Saturday...

     I arose at the cheerful hour of 11:45, and stalked into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee, ignoring the pile of dishes Jack and Wils had already accumulated. Back in my room, I visited all of my favorite websites, finally settling down on fanfiction.com, to read a lovely story about Anne of Green Gables' grandchildren. This took up a great deal of my day, but I still had time to catch up on some TV shows online, while knitting and eating "lunch" (if that's what you call my 3:00 meal). I did go for a brief "run" (45 second jog, 1 minute walk/desperate wheeze and reflection on my hatred of movement). This composed my day. I am not a Pinterest Person. But I want to be.

     Thus the lengthy post about my feelings. I shall provide you, dear readers (Nana, Jenn) with a idealized schedule for the morrow, and will post tomorrow evening about how well I fared.

8:00-Rise, run
8:30-Shower
9:00-Devotion and breakfast
9:45-Clean kitchen
10:30-Finish notes and PUT THEM IN THE MAIL ALREADY! IT'S BEEN 4 DAYS!!!
11:00-Finish room cleaning
12:00-Lunch
1:00-Clean living room
2:00-Clean dining room
3:00-Knit
4:00-Read Faulkner
5:00-Organize school supplies
6:00-I'm bored-the rest is a surprise!!!

We'll see how this goes...

Public Attention...

Daddy just posted the link to this site on twitter...
People I don't know might be reading this...
*sigh*
 I am sorry for not using capitol letters in my early work.