I am in denial. Denial that I am nineteen, denial that I have to think about my future career, denial that it's finals week next week, denial that I'm no longer a "straight A" student (it hurts my heart to say it. But college is tough, kids. Especially when you spread yourself exceedingly thin and keep getting injured...) I'm even in denial that Christmas is in 12 days, I can eat Reese's Pieces in 13 days, and 2014 starts in 18 days. Denial denial DENIAL. Olympics start in February, I'm going to Italy in July, then I'll be a Junior in college next fall?! Craaaaaaaazyyyyy.
I hate thinking about the future, but today I humored myself (and stressed myself out) by pondering on the future while I was driving home from school. And I realized: I could take my life in so many directions. There are so many dreams and aspirations that I have. So many scary but exciting chances I could take.
For example, don't make fun of me, but I deeply want to become a Radio City Rockette. Like, REALLY badly. Or join some ballet company (PNB? eh, maybe not, but it's a dream...) or a jazz company (like Odyssey or something...) that will appreciate the crazy flexibility in my back (haha.), or I could become a personal secretary. Or I could marry a football player and become such a cute little wifey while we travel from game to game, and I would keep up on all the stats of the best players and the best teams and maybe finally understand the NFL and football in general. Or stay in Utah Valley and teach at some small studio, get married and live a typical life. I have so many scenarios in my head of how my future should turn out, but none of them agree with each other. Thus the confusion and stress.
I don't want to live an ordinary life.
Ok fine. Just read the next part even though you're probably rolling your eyes right now. These are my unmasked emotions, and I don't let them out very often. So be happy and read on :)
I want to marry someone that I will always feel young with. That way we can listen to our favorite bands and artists all the time, even if my favorite happens to be the Jonas Brothers #noshame. We'll feel just as young at 30 as we did at 20. That type. I want someone who is funnier than I am, crazier than I am, and can make uglier facial expressions than me. We need to never get bored of each other and never run out of things to say to each other. And...
...that's the furthest you'll get into my brain for now.
Happy Finals week, everyone. Try not to OD on caffeine and get at least some sleep because it's the best thing for your brain. Besides vegetables. I'll give updates of my life after next week is over, I promise.
Until then,
Lize.












































