Hey, world. You’re pretty massive.
No, not like that. I mean, as a whole, this earth planet thing we live on is fairly sizable. Think about it — and see if your brain starts to hurt. What did it take, four, five seconds? No worries, it takes me about two. Continue reading
Do movies, songs, or other forms of artistic expression easily make you cry? Tell us about a recent tear-jerking experience!
Oh man, am I a cry-baby when it comes to the arts. I used to play it tough, but that was before I finally admitted to myself that I might someday become like my mother. The end of that rebellious phase led to the new and improved Sobbing Siena.
I don’t cry at everything. When a friend of mine recommended that I read The Fault in Our Stars, she told me that if I wasn’t sobbing by the end, I had no soul. Guess I have no soul. Don’t get me wrong; I absolutely loved the book and that ending filled me with all the emotions a good book should invoke, but it just didn’t spark any tears. Continue reading
As a kid, you must have imagined what it was like to be an adult. Now that you’re a grownup (or becoming one), how far off was your idea of adult life?
I fall under the “becoming an adult” category, so I feel infinitely less qualified to answer this question compared to most of the adult population. Regardless, my life has turned out to be quite an interesting manifestation of my childhood hopes and dreams.
Things have a way of working out in my life, albeit long after I stop caring about it. When I was in kindergarten, I liked a boy in my class. He was a little shy, but very sweet. After a while, though, we continued just being friends, and that was the end of that… until my senior year in high school when I went to prom with him. My kindergarten self definitely did not see that one coming. Continue reading