The Rookie.

I'm new at this whole blogging scene, I'm not sure what to write about. I've always liked writing, but I'm not entirely sure what to do with this blog. When I was younger I would start writing these fictional stories but I would never finish them, I think the farthest I got was around eight pages- that story had to do something with a girl and horses, I think. Horses? That's so random, why did I choose to write about horses? I know nothing about horses. A horse once stepped on my foot at Girl Scout camp and it hurt a lot. Since then I've tried to keep my distance. Although I think when I started writing that story it was pre-horse incident, but in general back then I always tried to write about things I completely did not know about or didn't understand.

Most of my stories were pretty bad really, I think they lacked substance of any kind. I tried opening one of them on my computer a month ago and started reading it, I could barely make it through- and this one was only about a page and a half. Honestly it was probably one of my worst ones, it was called "Love's Little Hiccups". Lame! I know, trust me I know, but I was young and my world revolved around American Girl dolls, Disney Channel, Harry Potter, and whatever crush I had that year. 

I was so naive. I'm still a little naive, but now I call it being optimistic. I think I should keep working on that story of mine, "Love Little Hiccups", it could turn out decent if I gave it a chance. But it definitely needs a new title. Pronto. 

Well, I guess I found something to write about for this post, but I'm still pretty clueless. Don't know what I'll write about next, or when I'll write. Life is so hectic, I can't wait until summer or at least spring break, or junior prom. Whichever comes first. 

Speaking of prom, I found the two cutest dresses to wear and then I couldn't decide so I got them both. I'm horrible at making up my mind and I just couldn't choose between them and I tried to convince myself that I would wear the one I don't wear to prom at other parties or events so I ended up going home with two dresses. Aggh. The thing is as I walked away after getting the first dress and was on toward the other store, I had the bag in my hand and it just hit me, I felt like a complete failure at not being able to decide. Indecision is nothing new to me, I experience it with practically every huge choice (and not so huge) that I have to make, but I never walked away feeling like a failure. It's just so hard, part of the anxiety I get before making a decision is that I'm going to make the wrong one. What happens then? 

But a side note to the dress story, once I got home and looked at both the dresses again I realized that I absolutely adored them both and was really glad that I got them both.

Well I think that's all for now.

Cheers!

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