So go vote, everyone! (*Cough for McCain cough*) I guess the time is up to have a debate with me, darn 
P.S. It’s Election Day!
November 4, 2008 at 4:55 pm (Random)
Tags: election day, McCain
I will live my life as a lobsterman’s wife on an island in the blue bay
November 4, 2008 at 4:53 pm (My Lovely Life, Skating)
Tags: "Far Away", Coach OH!, College, Dr. Kolberts, gold, Grand Prix, Ingrid Michaelson, lobsterman, Maine, Mom, music, nosebleed, Olympics, Skate America
I’ve obviously forgotten to update… and no lost Ethernet cord stories to excuse that. I’ve just been really busy. But before we get to that complaining, I have a little bragging right.
That’s right, 99% chance I’m going to Grand Prix. I won Skate America! Coach OH! just kept saying “I knew you could do it! You knew you could do it!” Mom was happy but I think she’s a little tired of this skating thing. You see, my mom’s been balancing my skating plus my doctor’s appointments/ER visits/inpatient sessions/etc for at least the past 8 years or so. I started getting really serious about skating when I was 10 or 11. My favorite doctor (Dr. K of course!) and I met about a year later. So basically I am my mom’s life and I think she’s getting tired of that. I kind-of understand. It must be really frustrating. I mean, I get frustrated with my schedule 24/7. (Like right now, how I haven’t written… yup, I’ve been super-busy.) And I know the medical stuff can be ridiculously stressful, but seriously the worst thing I’ve had in a few years was that nosebleed in September. I’ve got sectionals coming up and my mom is just kinda doing the sad smile thing.
At the same time, I’m really frustrated with my mom. Becuase on top of this whole skating thing (she actually asked me “Do you really want to be an Olympic skater? Because I just want you to realize the pros and cons that have just started for you.” I was like, this has been my dream since Tara Lipinski), she’s been agitating me about college. I’ve gotten in; what else am I supposed to do? She’s worried I won’t be prepared and wants to start doing some extra stuff during whatever free time I have from skating and my job. I’m in the special honors program, so why does she even care? I’m sure I’ll be ready. I’m just really annoyed.
So because she keeps trying to decide what my life is going to be, I just decided I’m going to stay in Maine and marry a lobsterman. How cliche, but I’m gonna do it. It’s from an Ingrid Michaelson song (whom I LOVE becuase she’s so fun, and because we look alike). So I’m going to go (not) “Far Away” and say goodbye to skating.
Must be easier than chasing your dreams anyway!
