The Title

I'd like to explain the title of the blog.  It is a song lyric, from the song Nothing Like You by Frightened Rabbit.

It's a quality song, here is a link.  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uZn1V7O1Qd0

It compares getting over someone to recovering from an operation getting rid of a tumor. 
"as the size of this tumour diminishes
so we fill that black hole"

I feel like that is amazing.  Just the idea of filling a black hole is so far-fetched, and I feel like it kind trying to fill your brain, your imagination.  That's what writing tries to do, fill the black hole.

School

I went back to school the week before yesterday, and I am not incredibly sure how I feel about it.  There is this routine that I am forced into as soon as school starts, which is stable, but tedious.  I get up, go to to school, go to soccer, go home, do homework, eat dinner, watch tv or go on the internet or read, then bed.  That's it, and although it keeps me busy, I am already getting sick of it.
But this year, I think I have better teachers, and although it will be a lot more work, learning is the most important part of school right?  English seems fun this year, a lot of interesting books,and we have already had two writing assignments.  I am okay with the social part, I have friends in all my classes.  One of my friends is in almost all my classes, except one, and next semester she'll be in all of them.  We spend way too much time together, we were together all classes last year, and we do winter track together, as well as hang out on the weekend.  We get along, which is good, because although I see myself as a patient person, it is wearing thin more and more often.  I think my town is getting to me.  Soccer can be hard, since my close friends aren't on the team.
The thing about my town is that it is small.  I know and have spoke to almost everyone in my grade.  Although my school is pretty good in terms of academics, it is mediocre and poor compared to the schools around.  And I honestly don't really fit in with the ideal girl of the town, the one that wears sweatpants and sweatshirts and t-shirts, but still straightens their hair every morning.  She plays field hockey and basketball and lacrosse, and is all about "Raider Pride."  The girl that appeals to the guys in my town, who use YOLO without a hint of irony in their voice, and are mentally stuck in 6th grade.  The girl whose parents grew up here.  I don't necessarily want to be one of those girls, especially since their friend group seems very dramatic and stressful.  It's really refreshing to spend time with only my close friends or my friends from other towns, and remember that not every place is like my school.
I'm trying to let my hair down this year, literally and figuratively.  I want to keep my hair down more this year, a change from the middle part and bun at the base of my neck I sported three out of the five days of the week last year.  Its a bit curly.  And by a bit I mean very.  I want to let loose a bit.  Not keep everything neat and orderly, not quite so safe and guarded.
I am always a bit stressed during the school year, since I usually put too many things on my plate, and I try really hard all the time.  I am taking AP US History this year, my first AP class, as well as all honors classes other than band and web design.  I have a fair amount of homework this weekend, which is annoying because I already have to go to soccer and go to a gathering of my friends from other towns, as well as babysit Sunday night and watch the kids at my church, then go to youth group.  Right now though, I am going to read, then sleep.

A Walk in the Rain

Today, I decided to go to the library.  I have a very long list of books to read, and had already finished the three I had taken out.  I hadn't done anything yet, soccer had been cancelled, a blessing, since I still feel under the weather.  The weather itself was the problem, since it was raining, and had been on and off throughout the day.

So I got ready, put on some actual clothes, and got the books to return together as well as my card and 5 dollars, in case I wanted to stop at Starbucks on the way back.  When I went outside, I realized it was still raining, turned around, and went back inside, wondering whether or not I should still go.

I have nothing against rain, in fact, I love it.  It's just I need to be in the right mood.  I was wondering whether or not going would make my cold rebound, and I needed to be back in a certain amount of time because I had a babysitting job.  But I really wanted new books.  

I walked outside again, and knew immediately I had made the right decision.  The air was practically balmy and even though the rain became the insistent drizzle that umbrellas did nothing against, but it was still pleasant.  Summer rains are the best. It brought to my mind those night downpours where I sat in bed up against the windowsill and just listened to the rain.  When I smelled the wood of the window, and the rain, and watched the streetlights illuminate the drops falling fast.  

I went down, and managed to see only one or two people that I know at the library.  Something weird about my town is that a lot of the people who hang out around the library don't actually seem to read very much.  They just play on the computers and hang out in the park nearby.  These people always make my library visits less than ideal.  Although I have nothing against most of the people down there, I always feel self-conscious as I am the only one actually browsing.  And though it is widely known that I'm nerdy, I don't necessarily like to point it out to many people.

It was a success though, I got 5 of the books on the list and walked home, even taking off my sweater halfway through.  I realized wearing foam flip-flops were not the best idea, as I slipped and almost fell on four different occasions, but I got home, ate a piece of pizza, and went to babysitting.

I love babysitting.  I got to pretend to be a tickle-monster, then read to them, then made up a story.  Then I got to go downstairs and read straight through one of the books I got and listened to music.  And I got paid $40 bucks for it.

Today was a good day.

Hello

Hello, my name is Molly Day, and this might be my blog.  It's a new thing for me, and I'm trying it out.  I have no idea what I'm doing.  I just feel this is a more productive use of my time than spending all of my free time on tumblr, or youtube, or facebook.  How are you today?  I'm just dandy, but I have a cold thing.  My voice doesn't work properly.  You know those times?  Where your throat is perpetually dry, and every time you speak, you sound like a frog, and you can feel the tortured sound waves bouncing around.  And then my nose is just really stuffed up and runny at the same time.  So I will be spending the day in bed.  If I didn't, my mother would probably kill me.  She is extremely worried about the amount of rest I get.

So I guess we should acquaint ourselves with each other?  Here are ten things about myself:

1.  I'm a perfectionist.

2.  I don't take risks, or try new things often.

3.  I'm pretty weird and nerdy and awkward, but then again, who isn't in some way?

4.  I'm lucky.  I have two amazing parents, an awesome sister, a great group of friends, nice things, a roof over my head, and a good amount of food to eat.

5.  My 5 button on my computer doesn't work well.

6.  I'm a pretty happy person, but sometimes the day can get me down.

7.  I have a large blank wall in my room, and I am too lazy to fill it with all the things I love.

8.  I love music, books, writing, my friends and family, TV, movies, nature, food, sleep, pretty things, and track and soccer.

9.  One of my bigger goals in life is to make a difference.

10.  I have been wanting to do something like this for a year, but never knew how to start.

This blog is going to be my creative dumping ground.  Things I find important, annoying, fascinating.  Random stuff that goes on inside my head, especially when I can't sleep.  I just hope I can keep this up.  I have tried doing diaries since I was little, and have yet to fill one up.

Have a nice day,

Molly