Month: January 2012

Tomorrow I turn 20. Tomorrow ends my teenage life. From tomorrow on, I will never be a teenager again. I don’t know exactly how to feel about this. I guess I feel good. I’m kind of relieved in a way; being a teenager was terrible, especially for me. I think I’m ready for adulthood. I really do. Wish me luck.

That’s all for the blog today, folks. Spring semester just started and I have to be ready to party my face off tomorrow (and by “party my face off” I mean “watch Burn Notice and get a crap ton of Facebook notifications”, of course). Have a good week!

EDIT FROM 2019: Hello there! This post is now 7 years old, though it’s still one of the highest-performing posts on my site, so it has been updated slightly. If you want to learn more about what 2019 me, an award-winning independent filmmaker, is up to, head to BriCastellini.com.

It’s been almost nine years since I graduated from high school, but even now, several full time jobs into adulthood, there are still some gaps in my education that I wished were better filled before letting me fly from the public school nest. So here are the six things I wish I’d been taught back in high school that would have benefited me greatly out here in the “real world.” Continue reading “6 Things I Wish They’d Taught Me in High School” →

I haven’t been particularly girly since I hit about 8. Before, it was frilly dresses, hair bows, and happiness, but after? Plaid shirts, cargo pants, and a bad attitude. Once I got out of the hell prison that some like to call “middle school”, I tried to turn it around a little bit. I wore blouses instead of basketball teeshirts, jeans that hugged instead of hid me, and I even experimented with makeup. It was really hard at first; I felt like I was betraying almost a decade of hard, tomboy work. But even as I began to get comfortable with some colorful eyeshadow and maybe a skirt or two every once in a while, one thing never changed. No matter how much I tried, I just couldn’t get comfortable with nail polish. Continue reading “The Black Nail Polish Experiment” →

When I was in high school (and middle school, for that matter), I was a super depressing writer. I was also a pretty depressed person, which you’ve already heard a lot about so I won’t go into details, but needless to say, that influenced my writing heavily. So I thought it would be fun to do a compare/contrast thingy with a novel I wrote my junior year of high school, “Reticence”, and with the short story I wrote last semester, “Super.” Both pieces of work dealt with the theme of being alone, although one is set in a regular high school and one is set in a San Fransisco where superheroes are just another part of the day. Continue reading “Then vs Now: A Writer’s Comparison” →