Chilling information

Well today was eventful in the sense that I sucked up my gut and walked into a veterinary clinic that near the restaurant that I was eating at for lunch (I actually had no clue there was a vet clinic there!) and asked if there were any volunteering positions. Surprise, surprise, there actually was. They didn’t have any available at the moment, but they said to send in my resume and  I just did and I hope I’m not jinxing this so I won’t say anymore.

Now that exams are over and I have a long weekend I can finally start to read again! I have this odd habit/superstition that I can’t read anything before a test or exam because then I won’t be able to remember things properly and I’ll be distracted by wanting to read. And since they’re all over I’ve picked up the long lost books! Amazing. I really have missed reading and I’ve been making excuses for not reading and I really need to stop because books are a portal. A portal that at the most will be $30 or even free if I borrow it from the library. I recently read Venom by Fiona Paul and I have recommend this to everyone. It was a fantastic book that was full of romance, mystery and action. I loved each character and was on my toes guessing who the criminal was (though, of course, no one can write better mystery books and have you guessing than Agatha Christie!).

I was actually discussing this with my mom while washing dishes today and I loved bonding over a great topic such as books and the way we read them. Who can deny that books bring you to different periods of times all over the world. Maybe even in a different world. Perhaps I’m the only one, but I get a shiver down my spine whenever I finish reading an amazing book and it really speaks to me. It’s like once I’ve read the last word, the final closing statement that has concluded the book and close the actual book cover  I get a chill that makes me relish reading. I think it’s because I feel so completed. Take Catcher in the Rye. I closed that book cover and bam! the chill just ran down my spine because I felt like I got a better sense of Holden and I had just gone through this journey with him –saw all his ups and downs– and it’s ending. It’s finished. He’s working on getting better and ah! It’s just a fantastic feeling that I wish I could bottle up in a perfume and spray it on me every day to keep me smiling.

The power of the written word is just that: powerful. I don’t think we even realize how much power it holds over us nowadays. A few simple words or a whole novel of words can inspire a person and put them on a completely separate path that they were on before. You can change someone’s opinion on a subject, feed them information that they can elaborate on something and even inspire them to start a whole company based on an idea sparked by just a few words. It’s honestly crazy. I completely believe in J.K. Rowling’s words that if you don’t like to read then you haven’t found the right book yet.

You know what else inspires people? Music. I feel like music is a huge part of my life that I haven’t really recognized. Music changes my mood, it helps me get into daydream mode and it lifts my spirits. And have you ever noticed the music in movies? It practically makes or breaks the movie and really sets the mood/atmosphere. I’m sure that the one scene wouldn’t be as intense if it wasn’t for the background music that we barely notice. Take in the season finale of Gossip Girl (yes I realize I’m all about Gossip Girl right now, forgive me). Florence Welch’s voice comes out in ‘You’ve Got the Love’ and whenever I listen to it, it gives me chills. And once it ends I feel like I’m waiting for The Pretty Reckless’ Kill Me (is that the song?) to start up and hear Gossip Girl’s mysterious voice finish the awesome ending.

I think I’m going to finish knitting my best friend her headband that I promised her while watching the Avengers and possibly sneaking in chapters of Neal Shusterman’s Unwholly (P.S. you should all check out his first book to the series, Unwind, because it was honestly magnificent).

How confusing

Well I’ve started this blog, which I explained in my ‘Me’ page, to document my journeys as I make my way through my teen years. Being in high school there is the huge problem of ‘what do you want to do when you’re older?’. The problem for me is that my answer is always ‘I don’t know’. All my best friends seem to know what they want to pursue after high school. They want to become doctors, surgeons, go into the military etc. and it seems like I’m the only one who doesn’t have a clue.

I love reading and writing and it’s always been a passion of mine. I’d love to publish a book, and perhaps I will one day, but I feel like my ideas and writing is overall, adequate. It’s not a stand-out talent that I have and I can tell because my English teachers don’t ask me to enter contests and whatnot even though they do give me rather high marks on my stories. I guess they don’t see me as that, but they could be wrong about me (I hope).

I love art and drawing, however, just like my writing, my skill in the arts isn’t amazing. It’s nothing that people marvel over and believe that I could succeed well in it. It’s just an average skill that I learned from classes and that I take part of when I’m bored or in the mood to create something.

I love all the arts and culture and stuff, but I also love learning about the world. I like politics and government and I love learning about the hidden secrets in between countries that are unveiled just through talking. I just really love how countries interconnect because it seems like some huge fictional story to me, which is weird because most people wouldn’t see it as that.

And at the end there is my constant love for animals. I love them and I’ve recently started volunteering at the OSPCA in my town. I love being there. It makes me feel important and I love the atmosphere. It reminds me of a hospital actually. I like how everybody wears scrubs and they have key cards to get into the back room which leads to the veterinary spay/neuter clinic where they keep a ton of animals that aren’t ready to be adopted. I’ve been taken to the back rooms to get towels and food and all that for the animals, but I like the atmosphere back there.
Not only that, but I feel so important at the SPCA. I like how I’m relied on to clean up after the animals and introduce them to customers and all of that. And my supervisor, she’s teaching me (taught me I suppose, but it takes a while to remember) how to work the computers so that I can set up adoptions without her having to be in charge of doing it, which is actually a huge responsibility. So I’ve been looking into possibly becoming a vet. I mean, it’s a lot of hard work. I’ve been researching applications and all that and it is so competitive and I’m scared of that. I don’t want it to be so hard! But I suppose if things weren’t hard then you wouldn’t get a sense of accomplishment anyways. My marks aren’t horrible, but they aren’t the best. I want them to be better, but of course I suppose, comparing them to others they’re not too bad. Science, English, Math are the most important and my marks in them so far are above 90 (fingers crossed because I have my exams tomorrow! Ah, hope I didn’t jinx it).

I should actually be studying so I’m going to get off the computer and do that. Yup.