Mmkay, so here is where I put everything else that seems less of me than you think. As in me, I mean jolly, aloof, random, clueless, etc. Another side of what goes on in my head, I guess you can say.
Startinggggg... now [1/27/10]. Older blogs would be here, but I'm too lazy to find them. Right, mhmm bye!
I won't let anyone, anything throw me off.
Just wing it. Just rock it.
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I’m really a city girl
or at least I’d like to think I am. I love the lights, the tall buildings, the fast-paced hustle and ho, and the irritating pedestrians (kinda). But really, I’m pretty sure I’ll find a way to love a new place anyway haha. Dartmouth is the smallest Ivy League with grand aegis and it’s in a rural part of New Hampshire, which is all the way on the other corner of the country! The climate will be totally different, but let’s not forget about the lifestyle. This is a land I have never once stepped foot it and the closest I got was New York City. It’ll probably be a love-hate relationship but really more of the love. Aside from gangsters in big cities and psycho murderers who run vacant motels on the mountainsides, new places are always an amenity of the Earth. I can’t not love anything. I mean honestly, I’d rather be out exploring the world, taking every chance I get. Sure, there are others who may not say the same. Sure, there are places in the world drastically different than Los Angeles. There are other places in the world where people cannot love their land because of the people, the neighborhood, the society. Some of these people may not have experienced love as I have, and probably even fear it, or worse—fear it does not exist. But, those people and I aren’t very different from each other. We both have dreams and we both just want to be happy, wherever we go, wherever we are, whether we decide to go or to stay. However, the only significant difference may be that several of those people decide not to go, either because they are scared or because they feel bound to something that will never let them go. It all depends on whether or not you or I will take a Leap of Faith. I guess I’m straying away from the whole Dartmouth thing right now so let me find a way to tie it back haha. In the manner of which I attend a college or university away from home or not, rural or city, America or Sweden, there will always be more to learn about this new journey. And I’m pretty sure I’ll learn to love it. I’m not scared of the weather in New Hampshire’s winters, maybe a little intimidated, but I surely will not back down on the challenge if the gauntlet were thrown down in front of me. Let’s say I were to stay in California, there’s still so much to know about Cali, let alone Los Angeles! I will forever be after the heart of the world and its people and the many wonders they (including the world) have to offer. Why not just move to Siberia? I’ll never know if I’ll love or hate living there unless I’ve tried. Just knowing I’ve even tried applying to Dartmouth is a little divergent of my idiosyncratic nature but hey, I’d like to see what would become of me if I got accepted and tried. Who knows? I know it’s almost not sanely to be a reach because there was not even a supplement and all they have are concrete grades, no essays, they won’t really get to know me. This interviewer can’t know me by just talking for one hour at the Coffee Bean. I mean it’d be great if we could talk like- or if she was just a friend of mine interrogating me, then I think Dartmouth would love me (hahahaaa..), but that would be too bias. Hopefully, I don’t forget about the great things that have impacted my life if she mentions. I’ll just try to kill her with my sad humor if worse comes to worst.
