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Beginning an entry with a reference to a song, The Strokes nonetheless...how pathetically typical can one get?
I've realized I'm not a blogger, nor will I ever be.
Quinn Cummings (child actress turned semi-normal adult) has quite a good blog at:
http://qcreport.blogspot.com/
Read hers, because for me this is my last word.
I much prefer the pages of my journal and the ears of people I can reach out and touch.
goodbye to the infinite amount of no-ones that will never stumble across these words.
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| So that list must be revamped, lol, since I am currently in Michigan. Although I talked about wanting to go back for weeks it was kinda a sudden decision. Thursday morning was CRAZY, I was trying to get all this stuff done, turn in my library, stop my mail, get my prescriptions (which turned out to be *quite* the ordeal, I swear my high-pitched childish voice gets me nowhere, people just DON'T listen to me, grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr) But anyways I rode the bus for four and a half hours from Waterloo IA to Rockford IL, twasn't really taht bad, I made some necklaces for Hannah's siblings, and read part of Wicked, and slept. The only annoying part of the african=american woman who was on her cell phone the ENTIRE time, saying quite unpleasant things, but I just turned up my music monster and tuned her out. All was good. Then I got home, ate at Famous Daves with the parents then we were off to Michigan and another 5 hour drive. I stretched out in the backseat and slept practically the entire way. It's quite pretty up here, refreshing to be away from all the stress of school. Hopefully I'll get all those figured out next week. I HATE myself for waiting till the last minute to do absolutely everything, but I think I have finally gotten things worked out. I should have all of my TESOL classes finished by next spring, leaving only a few straggling education courses to finish my degree. Then ti's a semester of student teaching and I will be DONE. Shudders that is so scary. I want to look into international student teaching, cuz I still have a mighty strong desire to go abroad. I WANT SOME ADVENTURE. hehehehe.
Well I guess I should get off the computer and start my day. I'm heading to the library, the post office, and maybe the coffee shop for an iced chai. There's a perfect sketching spot right near my parents condo, but I forgot my sketchbook, hopefully I can pick one up soon. I am a mediocore artist when I try my hardest but I still enjoy it. I LOVE sketching with my dip pen and bottle of ink. It makes me feel so old-fashioned hehehe. Maybe I can hone my pen-and-ink skills enough to make a living out of them. Yep, sell my drawings for millions and millions of dollars. lol. But ya know who needs millions and millions of dollars? I'm pretty much broke right now, but I have SO much to be grateful for. CHEESEFEST, where did that even come from? Lol. but i am really thankful for my friends (HANNAH) and my boyyyyyyyyyfriendddddddddddddd, lolzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. I would be dying this summer if not for those two! I am so corny. and now I am done writing
peace, love, and puppie dogs.
wha?
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| TIME FOR AN UPDATE.
Yeah tis been a long long while, knew this would happen. But I thought I should give you know John and Hannah an update on my daily life, since I barely EVER speak to the two of them. lolzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Yes, things are glorious. It's summer. I'm job-less. Living in a hole in the wall which I have really come to adore. I think today should be a day of poster-hanging. My poorly painted and chipping walls have been yearning for some decoration, but I've been to lazy. Me, lazy? psh. I don't think I'll have room for all of them though, I'll have to decide which ones I really want to admire for the next year. I don't know how I am going to do that I love them all, Eric Clapton, Bob Dylan, The White Stripes, The Rolling Stones, The Strokes, The Beatles, and of course Indiana Jones, he's the odd man out, ain't he? I am contemplating hanging some I don't really care for in the kitchen, ones I wouldn't mind getting spotted with cooking grease, like this "YOU KNOW WHO" poster I have back when Harry Potter first came out and I was obssessed.
It's beautiful right now outside, sunny, 69 degrees. mmm. I need to open the curtains and pull up the shades, let the sunshine in this little cave of mine. I want to go the park today, I haven't been all summer. Well technically I've been to the dumpy little graveyard park at night, but that doesn't count despite how fun it was. I want to walk trails and have wonderful poetic thoughts about nature. In my cultural aspects of language class we had to read through a list of "value statements" and pick our top five. My number one I chose was "When we live in the proper way-stay in harmony with the forces of nature and keep all that we have in good condition, then all will go along well in the world". My teacher called me a tree-hugger. har har. Lol, but hey there were days when that's what I aspired to be. Now I'm a short-haired, psuedo-hippie, music snob, with limited motivation to do anything at all. Here's a list to give me some inspiration
List of things to do in the remaining months of summer.
- learn at least one song on the gee-tar.
- keep my room clean for an entire week.
- write write write write.
- sketch sketch sketch.
- be the creative little soul i am.
- scratch more movies off Hannah's recommdations list.
- SPEND MORE TIME OUTSIDE.
- find a job. make moolah. (lol. this should be number one)
- cook. with no more disasterous results.
- figure out a way to go see me mum in Michigan.
- find my missing dresses :(
- and um um. be nice. yep. be nice.
PEACE ALL <3
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| so many things to think about. so why not ramble to the infinite no one on this? sounds like a plan to me.
i am twenty years old. how odddddddd. i guess i feel twenty. i dunno. age is stupid anyways. just one of many man made conventions used to measure the unmeasurable.
i leave for italy in about two weeks. yep be jealous. one month in italy all by my lonesome. it shall be fabulous. i will make it so. how weird am i that i haven't even gotten there yet, but i already dread coming back. to a new school. and new people. going through that whole "making new friends" thing again. which time has told me i really suck at. yeah you should feel bad for me. or don't cuz i purposely try to be anti-social. i probably subconsciously think it makes me cool or something. alas it does not. hah.
the clock is about to strike two. mix cd makin' time. | | |
| why is it so intriguing to look at yourself?
yes...we are really this attractive in person.
ah! we're looking semi-normal
unexplainable.
yeah...
trying to be...something, haha
well something was pretty hilarious...
sunglasses + indoors = we're awesome
i'm blurry.
peace. (i need to learn how to stop moving when someone is taking my picture) | | |
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