Maddison's Musings

Sometimes the best thing about school is when you don't have to go. Don't get me wrong, I love learning, but I feel like the education system as a whole is failing. Anyways, I'm on winter break now and I feel so free. I've finally completed driver's ed, and now I have no piano or school for two whole weeks. I feel as free as a bird. I really truly don't want to leave this house or my pj's until I'm forced back to school.

Seeing as it's December 20th, I just had the sudden realization that there's only 11 more days in 2014. Eleven. Wow. I'll do my master goodbye 2014 post on December 31st like I did last year, but to think that in twelve days it will be 2015 is just crazy. 2014 was definitely not my year, but in spite of all of the downs, I did manage to have a few ups. But I'm getting ahead of myself. You'll just have to wait until New Year's Eve to read about my 2014.

Another huge milestone is the fact that Christmas is in five days! Christmas feels a bit weird this year. My family's all over the place, I'm in this strange state, I don't get any of my traditions, and in general, I'm not that excited for it. I know it seems bad that I'm not excited for Christmas, but it's just so overwhelmingly different this year. It's the first year I'll have Christmas without my dad and older brother, I'm not home, and I have to do whatever everyone else wants me to do. It's just not the same.

But all of that aside, I am excited to see my little brother's reaction to his big Christmas present. I'm not going to say what it is, in case he somehow stumbles upon this post, but even I'm excited, and it's not for me at all. This year for Christmas, all I asked for was cash and candy canes because 1. I don't need anything, 2. I hate surprises, and 3. I really need money to save up for things, but I know that my family got me extra things, and it's driving me insane. I hate surprises. I just hate them. I want to know exactly what I'm getting, and I'd rather just get it now instead of having to look at the presents every single time I pass the tree for the past few weeks. I don't even know, I just hate surprises. Always have, always will.

I accidentally opened a new tab and found myself on Tumblr for the past twenty minutes and now I can't remember what else I was going to blog about. Oops. I guess I'll just end it here.

~Maddison

It was a dark and stormy night. No, really. It was dark and rainy outside. I didn't even want to go out to eat in the first place, but here I was, sipping my smoothie and trying not to roll my eyes at every compliment my grandparents gave to me about my choir concert. It's not that the compliments were annoying in of themselves, it's just that the choir concert was horrible compared to my home high school. Instead of the high schoolers we're supposed to sound like, we literally sounded like my fifth grade choir. I'm not joking. Their vowels are nonexistent, the tone is weak, they don't use their diaphragm, th- well, that's not the point of this blog post. Moving on.

As I was saying, I was in the restaurant and sipping on my smoothie when I reached for my phone to check the time. But my phone didn't want to stay in my hands, as it slipped in between the bench and the wall. It literally slipped into the thinnest place it could fall. After ripping the bench apart, we realized that it was stuck in that slim place, and my heart sunk. Of course, my first reaction was to go into panic mode, but I still somehow didn't allow myself to full on panic yet. We had to call someone over, and after about ten minutes of trying to loosen the bench, she called over some other guy to help. After a few minutes of him doing the same thing, he said he "had an idea" and was soon back with a roll of clear packing tape. He put tape at the end of a cake knife and by the grace of God, he got my phone out of the small crevice. Mind you, my family was taking pictures of the whole thing, and they demanded that I get a picture with him. It was the most awkward thing in the entire world.

Not only had we spent nearly twenty ish minutes trying to save my phone, but they were taking pictures, and then made me get a picture with the guy. Would it have been less awkward if he wasn't a cute, young guy? Of course. But sense he was cute, and not that much older than me, it was all the more awkward and embarrassing. I whispered an, "I'm so sorry," to which he answered, "Nah, it's cool, my family would have done the same."

So there you go. A little life update that has me cringing still as I type this. I'm sorry, dude-whose-name-I-can't-remember-but-I-think-it-was-Chris?, but you rock for saving my phone. So if you ever stumble upon this, then hey hi hello, thanks for saving my phone.

It's getting really windy right now and the power keeps flickering, so I'm going to post this before I lose power and wifi and all that jazz.

~Maddison