Category Archives: getting older

Think of the children!

Posted on October 9, 2011 by

Do you guys remember that time I asked if you wanted to be my audience for art (and then completely failed to follow up on it)? And remember how I had that little survey, where you gave your response, and … Continue reading →

Posted in dystopias, getting older, illicit substances, wacky ranting | 3 Comments

My goals as of age sixteen.

Posted on August 22, 2011 by

This should pretty much tell you everything you need to know about me. Behold, the goals that seem appealing from my current vantage point in life. Here are my goals in life: 1. Be able to do that handstand thing … Continue reading →

Posted in doing something for yourself, getting older | 5 Comments

Unicorns: They are trouble.

Posted on August 18, 2011 by

Like most little girls of my generation, I have quite the love of princesses. And Ariel the Little Mermaid. And, of course, unicorns. Unicorns- the pure, innocent, incorruptable side of fairytaleland. Didn’t you read that chapter of Harry Potter? They … Continue reading →

Posted in exciting, getting older, illicit substances, unicorns, writing | 2 Comments

Eight-year-olds are smart.

Posted on July 23, 2011 by

In the past few months, I’ve been discovering something about myself that the eight-year-old Hornet could tell me in an instant. With a confused look in her eyes as to why I’m asking her this question. While wearing her Captain … Continue reading →

Posted in cleverly disguised as a responsible adult, dancing, doing something for yourself, freedoms, getting older, music | 4 Comments

Self-absorbed and self-aware. Dancing is rarely hurtful.

Posted on July 1, 2011 by

I’m going to save you all from those hours of lying on the floor under the fan hating everything and hopefully brighten up your summer a bit. While I love summer more than anything ever except possibly Halloween, there is … Continue reading →

Posted in cleverly disguised as a responsible adult, dancing, doing something for yourself, exciting, getting older, good luck charm, music, peace, stress, summer, Sun | 1 Comment

When I turn sixteen…

Posted on June 27, 2011 by

I’m already sixteen. But I wasn’t always. And for a couple years there, turning sixteen was a shiny beacon of light and happiness in an otherwise bleak and isolating world. Sorry, fifteen-year-olds.   Was it my license? An awesome sweet … Continue reading →

Posted in books, cleverly disguised as a responsible adult, getting older, insanity, internet, knitting, music, peace, runaway, school, sixteenth birthday | 3 Comments

Thanks a lot for not getting pregnant from an elephant, Mom.

Posted on April 23, 2011 by

In case you can’t tell, the title was being sarcastic. I am angry at my mother for marrying my dad and having kids with him instead of an elephant. This burst of rage was brought on by an event that … Continue reading →

Posted in elephants, getting older, irrational fears, memories | 2 Comments