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.
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.
