I made a hat and I've never been more proud of myself. Don't mind my face. It's 6:00 in the morning folks.
We Cleaned Out Such Bright Stars
Our pier's covered in ice. It's truly bizarre. And I've dyed my hair again. I call it Comic Book Red.
More Than Words
Little kid playing my favorite song on the guitar. Super cute.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1xRARmrorGU&feature=related
Atmospheric Science
Today I:
- Cleaned a little bit.
- Made a playlist. It's a little ridiculous.
- Finished the applications to University of Colorado (Boulder - see picture above) and Ohio State.
- Ate the best dinner.
Tomorrow I:
- Will clean some more.
- Will finish application for University of Maryland.
- Will plan to call Coe and get transcripts ready to be sent out.
- Will try to wake up earlier.
Song Writing
Track list for my imaginary cd.
1. if i were a bear i would shit my pants every time i looked in the mirror
2. i feel like a puppy that just piddled on the floor
1. if i were a bear i would shit my pants every time i looked in the mirror
2. i feel like a puppy that just piddled on the floor
Hair
I finally learned what the diffuser attachment of a hair dryer does. (Hence, the picture.) It turns normally tame hair into a lion's mane. I don't think I'm going to be able to brush my hair for a week. Not that I brush my hair anyways...but you know.
On another note, I'm about to go make dinner and I'm not looking forward to it. Also, I just spent the last 15 minutes searching for my phone when it was sitting on the desk right in front of me. Today's such a wonderful day.
Earnest Intentions
Another list because I really have too much to say:
- I am obsessed with the album The Lemon of Pink by The Books. Along with the other music I've been accumulating over the last couple of days.
- I have a friend who wants to do obscene things with pizza. He just got his wisdom teeth out and is getting desperate. I'm scared for him.
- My mom is refusing to turn the heat on in my house. It is almost as cold inside as it is outside. I am wearing fingerless gloves and being heated by a tiny space heater.
- Ex boyfriends and machine flattened pennies.
- I'm currently crocheting another blanket. And knitting another scarf.
- I have scheduled my drivers test for January 5th. If I pass, I'll cry tears of joy. Big, big tears.
- I wish I had some sort of plant in my room. However, the cold would kill it instantly.
- I miss my bedspread in Iowa. The fleece shit here is getting a little ridiculous with the static. (In case you didn't already know, if you're wearing a static ridden blanket and listening to music through your headphones, you WILL get shocked in your ears. It's not fun.)
- I have a strange affinity for robots, socks, and hand embroidered pillows.
- I need more film for my Polaroid.
Things I Need To Believe
"I am not afraid of storms for I am learning how to sail my ship." - Louisa May Alcott
Baking
I baked three batches of cookies tonight. Almost eight dozen cookies. A lot of cookies.
Batch one: Chocolate chip with almonds.
Batch two: Peanut butter with chocolate chips and pecans.
Batch three: Chocolate chip with coconut.
If I never see another cookie again, I think I would be okay. (That's a lie. Total lie.)
Anyways. I'm going to have a guest in about three weeks. Woo.
Batch one: Chocolate chip with almonds.
Batch two: Peanut butter with chocolate chips and pecans.
Batch three: Chocolate chip with coconut.
If I never see another cookie again, I think I would be okay. (That's a lie. Total lie.)
Anyways. I'm going to have a guest in about three weeks. Woo.
Book worms are friendly
Book Wish List for the Holidays:
- The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho
- The Northern Clemency by Philip Hensher
- Hurry Down Sunshine by Michael Greenberg
- The Lazarus Project by Aleksandar Hemon
- When You Are Engulfed in Flames by David Sedaris
- Unaccustomed Earth by Jhumpa Lahiri
- Love the One You're With by Emily Giffin
- Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert
- Remember Me? by Sophie Kinsella
- Barefoot by Elin Hilderbrand
- The Almost Moon by Alice Sebold
How very clever of me. Hmm.
There's a half moon rising...
Being alone on Thanksgiving, in all honesty, blows. I sort of lied before by being all cheery-like. It's just another day, but at the same time, it's not. I'm not being eloquent and I don't feel like trying so...here are some pictures.
Cedar Rapidian Clouds. Pretty much like all other clouds.
And sometimes, there are hot air balloons. Which is relatively exciting.
The ground is cool too. I guess.
Love is like novicaine.
To begin, it's Thanksgiving! A wonderful day full of stuffed turkeys and thanks. Or Tostitos and medium queso, as in my case. However, it's a happy day none-the-less.
I slept until four. I'm not quite sure how that's possible, but I woke up to my computer still playing music that I had fallen asleep to. It was already getting dark outside, which made me awfully confused and I rolled around some more until my phone started ringing. It was my mother, obviously concerned that I hadn't picked up any of her other 800 calls. Long story short, I woke up, responded to all of the "Happy Thanksgiving!"s I had received and took a shower.
And here I am now. Listening to Champagne by Sugarcult (which I haven't heard in years) in my underwear, trying to cool off from an excessively toasty shower. I am contemplating the start of my Viewpoints monologue memorization.
And I'm not sure what else to say. My computer is getting very hot.
I slept until four. I'm not quite sure how that's possible, but I woke up to my computer still playing music that I had fallen asleep to. It was already getting dark outside, which made me awfully confused and I rolled around some more until my phone started ringing. It was my mother, obviously concerned that I hadn't picked up any of her other 800 calls. Long story short, I woke up, responded to all of the "Happy Thanksgiving!"s I had received and took a shower.
And here I am now. Listening to Champagne by Sugarcult (which I haven't heard in years) in my underwear, trying to cool off from an excessively toasty shower. I am contemplating the start of my Viewpoints monologue memorization.
And I'm not sure what else to say. My computer is getting very hot.
You can be mine if you'd wish to be.
Wow. It appears that I have not written in a long time! Funny how time flies. Let's see. What have I been up to since way back when?
- This semester I have been taking some really stupid classes. For example, Intro to Psychology. I barely go to class and I'm still passing with flying colors. There is also US Pluralism: Race & Ethnicity. The class is basically entirely white and mid-western. It's interesting to say the least. I'm also in a Viewpoints Acting class, but this class is not stupid. It's nice.
- I was in a play! (Electra by Sophocles.) 50 rehearsal and 7 performances. Whew!
- I bought a plaid shirt because everyone needs a little plaid in their life.
- I was introduced to a coolbeans website called Last.fm. Now, I had heard of it before - I wasn't living under a rock - but I had never used it until recently. I'm very glad I started because I feel much more awesome about my choices of easy listening.
- I finished that baby green crocheted blanket I spoke about in my last post. It now has a medium blue, dark blue, and bright yellow border! Tres chic.
- It's Thanksgiving break and I am spending the holiday alone. I figure I will have to do so eventually out in the real world when I'm living alone in a big city...or something.
- I went to Vegas and got scabies! I don't know which happened first, but it's okay because both are all over now.
- I am single.
Being alone at school is actually quite strange. I have the campus to myself (almost) until Sunday for threeish more days. Hurray! Maybe I'll actually catch up on all of the work I fell behind in over the past few weeks. Gulp.
(SundaywillcomefasterthanIexpect.)
"You can write, but you can't edit."
Some things:
1. I'm getting a fabulous cold. Can't breathe. Light gives me a headache. Ears are stuffy. Fabulous, like I said before.
2. I finally bought a vest. I'm not very good at anything that has to do with fashion, but I do know that vests are appealing to my eyes.
3. I will be back in Iowa in around...52 hours.
4. Last night I legitimately believed that bobskiing was a sport in the Olympics and used it in several sentences.
5. Yesterday I saw The Mummy and really enjoyed it. Now I want a Tibetan Yeti as a friend.
6. If anyone saw how I was packing, they'd be horrified.
7. I'm still working on a blanket I've been making for awhile. It's baby green and is a three feet by three feet square.
8. I'm going to miss my friends calling me at 4 a.m. to ask if I want to go to Burger King with them in 8 hours.
9. Dentists suck. Although, my wisdom teeth aren't going to come in for a few years.
10. I've been making some very good mix cds lately.
11. www.asofterworld.com
12. I don't think I have anything else to list...
1. I'm getting a fabulous cold. Can't breathe. Light gives me a headache. Ears are stuffy. Fabulous, like I said before.
2. I finally bought a vest. I'm not very good at anything that has to do with fashion, but I do know that vests are appealing to my eyes.
3. I will be back in Iowa in around...52 hours.
4. Last night I legitimately believed that bobskiing was a sport in the Olympics and used it in several sentences.
5. Yesterday I saw The Mummy and really enjoyed it. Now I want a Tibetan Yeti as a friend.
6. If anyone saw how I was packing, they'd be horrified.
7. I'm still working on a blanket I've been making for awhile. It's baby green and is a three feet by three feet square.
8. I'm going to miss my friends calling me at 4 a.m. to ask if I want to go to Burger King with them in 8 hours.
9. Dentists suck. Although, my wisdom teeth aren't going to come in for a few years.
10. I've been making some very good mix cds lately.
11. www.asofterworld.com
12. I don't think I have anything else to list...
feed your head
Just got home from the beach and I have so much to say, I don't even know where to begin.
Ultimately, I learned a lot throughout the trip. For example, salvia isn't very much fun at all and I can stay awake for surprisingly long spans of time. I also learned that it's possible to get injured while playing ruit and that the Atlantic wants to kill me.
Took a few pictures with my phone. I enjoy them.
Ultimately, I learned a lot throughout the trip. For example, salvia isn't very much fun at all and I can stay awake for surprisingly long spans of time. I also learned that it's possible to get injured while playing ruit and that the Atlantic wants to kill me.
Took a few pictures with my phone. I enjoy them.
Ocean City, Maryland. Surfers surf after 5:30 PM.
My friend Kate's house is on the boardwalk.There are very interesting people found here.
This is Mike. He plays the drums, harmonica and guitar...while singing.He likes Bob Dylan a lot. He's also a pastor and likes to talk about Jesus.
My friend Steph has a condo on the Ocean...close to the Delaware/Maryland border.
We stayed up and watched the sunrise one morning.
On reason why I love the Coast.
Sunshine and dark waves are glorious.
how to find peace
Our house isn’t impressive. It’s a tiny row-house, painted yellow, wedged between two other identical red bricked houses. I suppose some would find it charming with it’s fenced in front yard, endowed with butterfly bushes and an array of unidentified flowers. In the back you’ll find a deck and another garden, this one poorly kept. This is where I spend the majority of my time.
When the neighbor from the house on the right died, a young yet expected death, her brother began visiting the house to take care of her dog. His stays became more and more frequent until he was arriving every day after work and staying until late. I watched him unknowingly. I never recognized this fact until more recently. I still don’t know his name.
He’d sit in the grass of the backyard and always brought along a different book. I don’t know why I thought about this as strange. I suppose it was because I didn’t believe he could read so fast. Anyway, the dog would pace around the yard, catching a yellow tennis ball and bringing it back each time. Until one week the retrievals took much too long and the dog could barely lap the yard. And then the dog died too and my neighbor’s brother sat alone in the grass.
He assembled himself there with the same book for a week I doubt he ever read it but he flipped the pages anyway. And then he vanished until the other day, when I woke up to find him mowing the grass he had neglected. Like every other morning before, I melted onto one of our deck’s chairs, still in pajamas.
An hour or so later I realized I had locked myself out. This was the only time my neighbor’s brother spoke to me.
“She kept a spare key,” he said, noticing my struggle with the obviously locked doorknob. “I might be able to find it for you.”
I couldn’t do anything but nod politely as he slipped into her house. Before I knew it, what seemed like seconds later, I was leaning over the fence that divided our matching lawns and he was placing the key into my hand.
“You should keep it,” he said, and I did.
But I wanted so badly to give him something in return, even if it was just a single word or a tiny gesture. Anything just to express my sympathy and my gratitude. Any maybe not even that much.
I hoped, and still do, that our days outside reading together were enough.
When the neighbor from the house on the right died, a young yet expected death, her brother began visiting the house to take care of her dog. His stays became more and more frequent until he was arriving every day after work and staying until late. I watched him unknowingly. I never recognized this fact until more recently. I still don’t know his name.
He’d sit in the grass of the backyard and always brought along a different book. I don’t know why I thought about this as strange. I suppose it was because I didn’t believe he could read so fast. Anyway, the dog would pace around the yard, catching a yellow tennis ball and bringing it back each time. Until one week the retrievals took much too long and the dog could barely lap the yard. And then the dog died too and my neighbor’s brother sat alone in the grass.
He assembled himself there with the same book for a week I doubt he ever read it but he flipped the pages anyway. And then he vanished until the other day, when I woke up to find him mowing the grass he had neglected. Like every other morning before, I melted onto one of our deck’s chairs, still in pajamas.
An hour or so later I realized I had locked myself out. This was the only time my neighbor’s brother spoke to me.
“She kept a spare key,” he said, noticing my struggle with the obviously locked doorknob. “I might be able to find it for you.”
I couldn’t do anything but nod politely as he slipped into her house. Before I knew it, what seemed like seconds later, I was leaning over the fence that divided our matching lawns and he was placing the key into my hand.
“You should keep it,” he said, and I did.
But I wanted so badly to give him something in return, even if it was just a single word or a tiny gesture. Anything just to express my sympathy and my gratitude. Any maybe not even that much.
I hoped, and still do, that our days outside reading together were enough.
how to find peace
Our house isn’t impressive. It’s a tiny row-house, painted yellow, wedged between two other identical red bricked houses. I suppose some would find it charming with it’s fenced in front yard, endowed with butterfly bushes and an array of unidentified flowers. In the back you’ll find a deck and another garden, this one poorly kept. This is where I spend the majority of my time.
When the neighbor from the house on the right died, a young yet expected death, her brother began visiting the house to take care of her dog. His stays became more and more frequent until he was arriving every day after work and staying until late. I watched him unknowingly. I never recognized this fact until more recently. I still don’t know his name.
He’d sit in the grass of the backyard and always brought along a different book. I don’t know why I thought about this as strange. I suppose it was because I didn’t believe he could read so fast. Anyway, the dog would pace around the yard, catching a yellow tennis ball and bringing it back each time. Until one week the retrievals took much too long and the dog could barely lap the yard. And then the dog died too and my neighbor’s brother sat alone in the grass.
He assembled himself there with the same book for a week I doubt he ever read it but he flipped the pages anyway. And then he vanished until the other day, when I woke up to find him mowing the grass he had neglected. Like every other morning before, I melted onto one of our deck’s chairs, still in pajamas.
An hour or so later I realized I had locked myself out. This was the only time my neighbor’s brother spoke to me.
“She kept a spare key,” he said, noticing my struggle with the obviously locked doorknob. “I might be able to find it for you.”
I couldn’t do anything but nod politely as he slipped into her house. Before I knew it, what seemed like seconds later, I was leaning over the fence that divided our matching lawns and he was placing the key into my hand.
“You should keep it,” he said, and I did.
But I wanted so badly to give him something in return, even if it was just a single word or a tiny gesture. Anything just to express my sympathy and my gratitude. Any maybe not even that much.
I hoped, and still do, that our days outside reading together were enough.
When the neighbor from the house on the right died, a young yet expected death, her brother began visiting the house to take care of her dog. His stays became more and more frequent until he was arriving every day after work and staying until late. I watched him unknowingly. I never recognized this fact until more recently. I still don’t know his name.
He’d sit in the grass of the backyard and always brought along a different book. I don’t know why I thought about this as strange. I suppose it was because I didn’t believe he could read so fast. Anyway, the dog would pace around the yard, catching a yellow tennis ball and bringing it back each time. Until one week the retrievals took much too long and the dog could barely lap the yard. And then the dog died too and my neighbor’s brother sat alone in the grass.
He assembled himself there with the same book for a week I doubt he ever read it but he flipped the pages anyway. And then he vanished until the other day, when I woke up to find him mowing the grass he had neglected. Like every other morning before, I melted onto one of our deck’s chairs, still in pajamas.
An hour or so later I realized I had locked myself out. This was the only time my neighbor’s brother spoke to me.
“She kept a spare key,” he said, noticing my struggle with the obviously locked doorknob. “I might be able to find it for you.”
I couldn’t do anything but nod politely as he slipped into her house. Before I knew it, what seemed like seconds later, I was leaning over the fence that divided our matching lawns and he was placing the key into my hand.
“You should keep it,” he said, and I did.
But I wanted so badly to give him something in return, even if it was just a single word or a tiny gesture. Anything just to express my sympathy and my gratitude. Any maybe not even that much.
I hoped, and still do, that our days outside reading together were enough.
First Days of Summer
It has, quite unfortunately, come to my attention that I spend far too much time a.) in bed and b.) being discontent about said situation.
Here's to staying up late, blogging, wine drinking, hot tubbing, designated driver-ing, doing laundry, kissing, pretending to garden, getting a license to legally drive a boat and powdered sugar on waffles.
My 20th birthday is in nine days. I'm thinking a reservation for the Factory of Cheesecake is a necessity. And also a visit to Urban to buy myself a few presents.
Lastly, I have no idea why I am saying any of these things.
Here's to staying up late, blogging, wine drinking, hot tubbing, designated driver-ing, doing laundry, kissing, pretending to garden, getting a license to legally drive a boat and powdered sugar on waffles.
My 20th birthday is in nine days. I'm thinking a reservation for the Factory of Cheesecake is a necessity. And also a visit to Urban to buy myself a few presents.
Lastly, I have no idea why I am saying any of these things.
Father Daughter Things
I seem to have been on a hiatus. I am back now. For how long, though, I'm unsure.
Today my father Lee demanded I go to Costco with him. Because he had taken my sorry (and homeless) ass in, I agreed and went along with him even though I despise the place. The adventure turned out to be an interesting one. If anyone would like to know a good place for father bonding time, Costco is perfect.
Somewhere between the mega-pack of razors and massive boxes of tampons, Lee admitted four things:
1. He hates his wife.
2. His ex-wife (my mother, Dar) is insane.
3. His daughters are renegades.
4. He's getting old. (Going on 70.)
Directly after leaving Costco, we got milkshakes from Wawa and belted out Jason Mraz together while driving home. Once we realized home was boring, we plopped ourselves down and watched a very disappointing game of baseball. (Orioles vs. Red Sox. Orioles lost in the last and 13th inning. Damn.)
Tomorrow I have to dress up and go to a graduation party for some cousin on the Polish side that I didn't know existed. Damn.
All is well. Maybe I'll update some more later. I'm currently stealing a neighbor's wireless internet and it keeps shitting out so I shall go.
Ciao for now.
Today my father Lee demanded I go to Costco with him. Because he had taken my sorry (and homeless) ass in, I agreed and went along with him even though I despise the place. The adventure turned out to be an interesting one. If anyone would like to know a good place for father bonding time, Costco is perfect.
Somewhere between the mega-pack of razors and massive boxes of tampons, Lee admitted four things:
1. He hates his wife.
2. His ex-wife (my mother, Dar) is insane.
3. His daughters are renegades.
4. He's getting old. (Going on 70.)
Directly after leaving Costco, we got milkshakes from Wawa and belted out Jason Mraz together while driving home. Once we realized home was boring, we plopped ourselves down and watched a very disappointing game of baseball. (Orioles vs. Red Sox. Orioles lost in the last and 13th inning. Damn.)
Tomorrow I have to dress up and go to a graduation party for some cousin on the Polish side that I didn't know existed. Damn.
All is well. Maybe I'll update some more later. I'm currently stealing a neighbor's wireless internet and it keeps shitting out so I shall go.
Ciao for now.
Fortune Cookies
Today I got a fortune cookie that said, "Your love of pound cake will be an important part of your life." (I may have possibly edited it a little bit...maybe.)
I also dropped my first tray of drinks at work. Luckily, the only drink that was on it at the time was a glass of pinot grigio. And I only spilled on myself and the carpet. And I caught the class so it didn't break. Thank goodness.
I want to talk about something important, something worldy, but I really cannot think of anything to say.
Hmm.
I also dropped my first tray of drinks at work. Luckily, the only drink that was on it at the time was a glass of pinot grigio. And I only spilled on myself and the carpet. And I caught the class so it didn't break. Thank goodness.
I want to talk about something important, something worldy, but I really cannot think of anything to say.
Hmm.
I'd Already Know
I don't have too much to say. I also don't have any pictures of interest. And I got a new phone today, which is sweet. I guess...
Here are some songs with great choruses:
1. Let Me Fall - Josh Gracin
2. Homecoming - Kanye West
3. Oh My God - Mark Ronson
4. Go Go Gadget Heart - Birdie Busch
5. Why Do You Let Me Stay Here? - She & Him
6. Hideaway - The Weepies
7. More Than Words - Extreme
8. Gardenia - Mandy Moore
Maybe more later. I'm tired.
Here are some songs with great choruses:
1. Let Me Fall - Josh Gracin
2. Homecoming - Kanye West
3. Oh My God - Mark Ronson
4. Go Go Gadget Heart - Birdie Busch
5. Why Do You Let Me Stay Here? - She & Him
6. Hideaway - The Weepies
7. More Than Words - Extreme
8. Gardenia - Mandy Moore
Maybe more later. I'm tired.
Important People
I miss when the most significant person in my life was Barbie.
She never let me down.
And more importantly,
she was always there when I needed her.
On another note, today:
1. I brushed my teeth five times for no apparent reason.
2. I put on mascara twice because I seem to have grown a strange affinity for eye makeup remover. (100% oil free, of course.)
3. I watched my favorite movie.
4. I appreciated my breasts. Long story.
5. My grandmother wished me a Happy Mother's Day.
5.a. I found myself confused because I am not a mother.
6. I was reminded that nothing, not even an oatmeal bath, can help the eczema that is now making itself at home in the pits of my elbows, behind my knees and right below my hip bones.
7. I ate yummy Chinese food that came with two pink carnations. (Perhaps another Mother's Day wish?)
8. I realized I have a bit emo and heavy-hearted in the past days.
9. I picked out an outfit for my interview...which is today.
10. I began making summer playlists. I will soon post them.
That is all for now, I suppose.
Note to self:
Don't send emails at midnight.
Ever.
Ever.
And especially not when you actually have things to say.
Just don't do it.
I really miss Italy...
Book List and Code Names
No pictures today because I simply do not have a camera.
I feel lame.
Or like I'm breaking the Project's rules.
But it simply cannot be helped.
Therefore, I've decided to read a book a week for the rest of the summer.
The book of this week, which will be finished by tomorrow, is
The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger.
It's very good and very sad and the perfect beginning to my summer.
I have no idea what to read next...
On another note, my interview is on Monday for my job.
And I'm going to give people code names here if I ever decide to talk about anyone else.
That way, I'll feel really cool.
I'm lame. I know.
I feel lame.
Or like I'm breaking the Project's rules.
But it simply cannot be helped.
Therefore, I've decided to read a book a week for the rest of the summer.
The book of this week, which will be finished by tomorrow, is
The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger.
It's very good and very sad and the perfect beginning to my summer.
I have no idea what to read next...
On another note, my interview is on Monday for my job.
And I'm going to give people code names here if I ever decide to talk about anyone else.
That way, I'll feel really cool.
I'm lame. I know.
Monday Blues
Nothing for yesterday and nothing for today.
I guess I'll have to make it up somehow.
Going to the beach with the girls in a little bit.
We'll be back tomorrow.
And Ellie is really good at the piano.
Four
No new pictures today, so here's a relatively old one.
Iowa is rather icy in the winter.
My camera's acting up like a four year old and I'm terribly sick.
My camera's acting up like a four year old and I'm terribly sick.
In fact, I have a double ear infection and my throat and head are on fire.
But enough complaining for me.
I've found some perfume.
It's Michael Kors and I think I'm in love.
It reminds me of Chris. Don't know why.
Speaking of which, I miss him far too much and we've only been apart for a few days.
Three
Things I've Missed:
1. Gardening. (Hence, the photo.)
2. Warm weather.
3. Hills.
4. The tree in the backyard.
5. Shopping.
6. My bed.
7. Having time to read.
Two
I've posted this a day late, but it's been quite a trip. The Cedar Rapids airport is boring. Sue's smiley faced shoes are not.
Photos ensue.
One
Last day at Coe as a 1st year. Nothing left to pack but my bed things.
And my candy stash.
And my pjs.
Things to look forward to in the upcoming days:
1. Bringing midwestern friends home with me.
2. DC. (The National Gallery.)
3. Ocean City. (The beach.)
4. Manhattan. (Broadway.)
5. Downtown Baltimore. (Urban Outfitters.)
6. Real food.
Project 365
This journal is dedicated entirely to a year's worth of photographs.
Project 365, if you will.
It's mostly a scrapbook. A corkboard. A collection plate.
It's mostly a scrapbook. A corkboard. A collection plate.
Whatever.
