An open letter to pretty much the entire web

Dear every single website I try to visit,

Yes. Yes I am aware that my browser is out of date. Yes I know it does not support every function on your website, heck, it may not support your website at all. 

No, I cannot update the browser on my senile, eleven year old computer. 

Yours, 

Amoniel

First Half Week of College

School is terrifying. There we go. 

Now I shall move on. I can do college. I will do college. I will make it through college, and I will learn, and I will have fun. It will be hard. Some days I will probably despair of ever getting through all of it. But I will be fine, and I will move past those moments, hours, and days. 

I may feel like an imposter now and then. That's okay, and I do belong. 

Garden fare

A lovely bowl of royal burgundy beans harvested from my garden a couple days ago

Old About:

I am in love with the sky, I want to give everyone the gift of words, and I'm never the same person I was five minutes ago.

Mini Memoir

What experiences am I proud of, Facebook?
What a strange question...

I am proud of the Summer I made friends with two fantastic people, and that same Summer I found six four leaf clovers, two of them in one of the fantastic people's back yard.
I am proud of the small patchwork quilt I made in 2009 by myself, and the baby quilt I made for my youngest sister. I raced to hand-finish the edging the night she was born; now she is six, my brown-eyed shadow.
I am proud of the garden I grew four blocks down the street from my house last summer, and I am proud of the garden I am tending in my backyard this year.
I am proud of my experience participating in a scholar class when I was fourteen; I didn't earn any gold stars for their chart, but I worked hard in everything I did and gained a lot of insight into World War II and the life of my heartfelt book-friend, Anne Frank.
I am proud that I built my own longboard with the help of my good friend, and I am proud that I learned how to ride it in spite of my awkwardness and timidity.
I am proud that I went to the DLD alone to get my Learners Permit, and that I studied so hard with tools I found on the internet in order to barely pass the test; but pass the test I did.
I am proud of my experience growing up the eldest of two, then four, then nine children.

I've never won any medals or awards, I've never accomplished anything stunningly grand, I've never had a grueling job in a competitive workplace, I haven't attended an high-ranking private high school or traveled to another country; but what I'm saying is; I have my little experiences that mean a lot to me, and I don't intend to play them down next to what I imagine to be societies values and milestones.
I am quite content to live a small life, and I am equally content to pursue the things I consider big and worthwhile to me.
Thanks for the question, Facebook, and though at first I started out critical of your inquiry, I enjoyed thoughtfully writing out what I am proud of. 

Ear and Intuition

Well, I am starting college next week.
I'm still not certain how I feel about it, kind of a deadly calm interspersed with spouts of anxiety. But all goes well so far, and I also cautiously look forward to my experience.
I'm majoring in Art at the moment, but I'm thinking i may change it to English with a minor in art next semester or so. Or perhaps I would be allowed to create my own major. I sound like quite the waffler, but I did not know the right questions to ask when I first met with my advisor... I'm kinda just playing this whole thing by ear and intuition.

Limbo

Oh Lord, I'm still not ready.
But I'll never be ready if I keep waiting like I have been.

I have next to no idea how exactly I am going to pay for everything associated with college this semester, let alone next semester.