Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac

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Hello, I'm Christine. 18 y/o and a struggling blogger.

Disclaimer: I use this blog to document my life and jot down thoughts that fly through my sea-brain, so I advise you to not expect to be constantly impressed by me.

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Maybe I’m more than the choices that I’ve made.
Maybe I’m more than the sum of my past mistakes.
Maybe I’m more than the problems I create.
Maybe more.

New Things

My life is rapidly changing. There are new parts of myself I can’t share with everyone everywhere anymore.

Transparency just isn’t my thing.

My private life has become increasingly un-private and I no longer feel comfortable writing about it here. (In case that wasn’t already clear in how you haven’t heard a peep from me in, oh, forever?)

Since I was never very good at reblogging pretty pictures, I guess this is my tumblr’s death sentence.

Unfollow accordingly.

May 02, 2013 at 01:18am

meep spring break :D

March 16, 2013 at 01:16am

how’s, what’s, and why’s

I’m living in a state of ambiguity — that greasy, messed-up, newborn state of being. 

Unlike my first semester, I brought some unfinished business from home, a few loose ends so to speak, with me to New York. Frayed ends of a friendship I had damaged over winter break. Something I desperately wanted to fix but knew I couldn’t at the present time. Because we were so far apart, because neither of us really knew how to. But are we really broken? He was never good at making up his mind, but I know we’re not broken. Because it’s me, and it’s him, and together we’ve always come out okay. But I suppose only summer can pass judgement.

It’s been a mindblowing semester. Experiencing so much and the nights I stay up feverishly writing papers and flipping through textbooks are worth it. 

Music festivals, museum trips, childish snowball fights, bar crawls, and even those chill nights with my girls. These are the times I lived and died for.

Last semester, I learned how to make the friends who would stay by my side. This semester, I’ve encountered new kinds of friends.

Like that guy from that night.

Because when you wake up in the morning, the only things that can testify to those twilight hours you spent with him are a few frayed text conversations and heap of ripped fabric on the bedroom floor that used to be your favorite skirt. (Which I only recently conceded was beyond repair and finally chucked into the trash.)

But that’s okay, because I began the night knowing that. He was perfect. Just not perfect for me. But we’re still friends. Friends whose lives crossed for that one night. A kind of friend I’m not used to but still happy to accept. Damn, I really do get a kick out of ambiguity.

This week, a group of friends and I decided we’re roadtripping to Washington, DC next weekend. Completely spontaneous, completely unlike anything I would’ve done a year ago. And I can’t wait.

More memories. More vibes and good times. 

I’m sure I learned a lesson somewhere in all this… Oh, here it is:

I will never again ask for a perfect ending.

Some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. For the first time in my life, I’m okay with loose ends. I’m content if not everything in my life has a smooth finish.

Because I think this is all about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it.

Thriving in that delicious ambiguity.

March 04, 2013 at 07:00pm

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Live life to the fullest. Explore. Experience. Express. Find yourself, accept yourself, be yourself. Find that group that will support you no matter what, and pick you up no matter where you fall down. And then live. Love. Take risks. Break yourself, build yourself, become yourself. Be yourself.

qdang:

I think I’m really finding myself in college. Thanks.

Amen, brotha!

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March 04, 2013 at 05:17pm

Someday, we’ll run into each other again, I know it. Maybe I’ll be older and smarter and just plain better. If that happens, that’s when everything will work out. But now, at this moment, you can’t hook  your boat to mine, because I’m liable to sink us both.

Home is the light at the end of the tunnel.

Six and a half more days, y’all :)

Title: Little Things Artist: One Direction 107 plays

Little Things // One Direction

My favorite.

I know my opinion is irrelevant, but I guess situations like these find a way to impact all of us.

Whenever I think about Sandy Hook, I feel like it’s better to take politics out of it and look at it on its purest level. I don’t immediately think of gun laws or what it means to believe in something so dogmatically that you’re willing to kill for it. I don’t think in song lyrics or the colors of the flag or scriptures from a holy text.

It was just a terrifying day that put the worst of human nature on display. But we saw the best of us too — in the teachers and innocent who passed. That’s all there is, loss and hope. It was an intimate realization for me. It was there in Sandy Hook, and it’s always been there and always will be there. 

It’s what it means to live in this world. 

I heard there was a shortage of oxygen and magnesium.

And I was like OMg.

Even the stars, they burn. Some even fall to the earth.

This is why I can never be nice. No one takes me seriously -___- 

Forever a bitch.

the man behind the weeknd

 
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