Late Nights and Summer Frights

Currently sitting in my living room at home. Wellington lays beside me, in his little gray coat and kitty paws. Glee runs on and on in front of me, but I'm not really watching. The occasional text message buzzes and reminds me of what has been with me all along. I'm going to be okay, give me some time. Wherever I go, I'll be.

Life And Times

Hello friends. This is sort of a color-coded blog. I guess I just have some catching up and explaining to do. So we'll start with this. The other day was a turquoise day. I love when I get in my car, and the sun is shining ever so perfectly that my clothes sort of light up the inside of my car.

A lot of my days are spent solo. I've learned to like it that way. It's a peaceful solitude that gives me time to think, for now. I have a lot of things to think about right now. But sometimes, I just need a friend right next to me. When I can't have that, I just want to just scream red! But it's teaching me patience. So I go to the fairgrounds, and take my box of fried rice, and I read on my own. I'm learning to be on my own.

Something that has always been incredibly important to me, is capturing moments. I'm a forgetful person. God built this beautiful person that I have come to love as myself, but I'm a bit broken. I am forgetful, and I lose sight of what once was. I love looking back at silly photos and just chuckle at my life. Welly has been doing this thing where he will sneak up on me while I'm on my computer. My bed is right behind, so while I'm at my desk, he hops up onto my shoulder and rests half his body on me. It is so cute, and brings a little sunshiney yellow to my days.

There is someone very close to me whose spiritual life completely changed mine in high school. I have always struggled with the expectations of what a priest's daughter should do, and in a sense I took those expectations and felt very discouraged by them. When I met Jillian, I introduced her to the Christian life, and the other day she reminded me of the importance I was to her in that time. I don't think she will ever know what an impact she made in my life at that time, and how much she inspired me to learn and grow in my faith, so that I could properly minister to other people. Her clay stained hands have molded me into a better person, that I am proud of today.

Today, I bought glasses. They are for times where I am studying, or reading, or on computers. They are a pretty brown/light blue/teal combo, and I like them. While I was at the optometrists, I was taking photos of the glasses, and of my dad and I. A man asked me if I was a photographer.
Am I a photographer?
I don't know, really. I mean maybe. Wikipedia defines me as a photographer. But more importantly, do I consider myself one? I have yet to decide. It's a browned down type of passion. Not one I want to flaunt, just something I want to share with the world.

That's why I'm writing to you, for you. I want to share my life, my times, with you. Whether it's black and white, or I'm living my life in technicolor, I hope you and I can share that together. Am I a photographer? Maybe. But let's go on that journey together, and we'll figure some things about all of us on the way.
Thank you for coming along with me!

Superkitty

Isn't Hamilton the cutest kitty ever? Wait, I take that back. Addie is still my favorite. But look at that middle photo. One day, I'm going to be lurking around the internets, and I will run across that photo as the new LOLcats photo. Just you wait!

Plotting

Quite accurate.

Letter To Loma

Dear Loma Kitty,
You scared the crap out of me and your family these past two days. Disappearing? Really? That was unlike you, and completely irresponsible. Your typical outdoor adventures last an hour, so simply leaving your home for a day and a half really freaked us out!
Survival rates for cats with your beauty in an area filled with rabid Lake Wildwood animals are slim, so you must be careful. This letter of concern is from all of us. You know better. We are all so glad to have you home again, though.
Nevertheless, Loma, you are adorable and I can't wait to see you soon. I'm sorry Andy is so indifferent to you. My love for felines makes up for his allergies.
Be safe, and don't do that again!
From,
Alexandra Seal, all of the Franks clan, and anyone that adores your sweet little face.


Question of the blog:
Did you have a childhood pet, or maybe multiple pets? Did you play favorites?

MEOW.

I hate dogs. Okay let me rephrase that: I hate every dog on our street.
My family lives on a little street in a historic town, known for its gold mining days, busy restaurants at harvest time, and a few gems such as Joanna Newsom and Golden Shoulders. When I was growing up, my street was so much more pleasant. Still, quiet, friendly neighbors. But recent years have brought in angsty hipsters (who I have blogged about once before) and so many dogs that I want to scream sometimes. Dramatic, I know, but when the dogs across the street keep you from sleeping, or when the little terrior is constantly surveying your property for any trace of.. Well, anything, or when the multitude of canines prop themselves on our doorstep to eat the food for Outside Kitty, I just want to go crazy!
Also, I know I complain about this all the time, but WHY must Facebook change continually? I definitely woke up from the wrong side of the bed this afternoon.

(The cats and I will destroy all of them.. In time.
Also, both photos from Weheartit)

Question of the blog:
What is one of your biggest pet (no pun intended) peeves? Is there something that just pushes your buttons like crazy over time?

Mean It

"One immediately alienates and destroys a relationship, the moment one removes any form of security in it. Simply nullify the meaning of trust, and this relationship will quickly become history"

It'd Be The Cat's Meow If...

Can I ask you some advice? I'm ready to change my header/banner on my blog, but I'm not quite sure what direction to go for. What do you think? Really... any advice is good advice. Spill your heart in the comment box below.

Cat naps. Alexandra Seal 09

Taking Her Books To the Schoolyard, Schoolyard

Cages and hissing,
Welcome home and a new arrival.
Adding a new kitty to the family,
long haired, with thumbs to add,
my head hurts and pressure builds.
Look me in the eye,
like Wellington stares at his new nemesis,
Stop what you're doing but you keep going
you keep rolling your eyes
but I'm over it.
Headaches and belt loops and super glue.

I'm over this.
Let me fail my test in peace.
I'll paint my nails after class,
We won't talk. I can promise you that.
God, give me strength. Patience.
Cure this rotten heart that causes me grief.


Nothing feels right.

Pretty, Young Thing.

(All photos from Weheartit)

Pretty heels, faded pinks, nail polish and curly q's.
I feel so girly tonight.
And to add to the girly romance,
for your viewing pleasure. *swoon*

Take A Seat, Stay A While

Exhausted from this weekend already? Me too!


I easily made $200 this weekend working. WOO! I just sacrificed my health and legs, that's all. So exhausted. I'll have some legitimate posts up soon.

Have a great weekend!

Waves Of Mercy

Sometimes I get these weird waves of anxiety and chaos that I just need to lay down where I am and cry. It reminds me of when I lived in England for some reason. I can't remember a time when I ever did that as a small child, but something is just comforting to me when I lie down just where I was standing and curl up like a kitty and hide for a minute. It happens. I am up and down. I pray that one day, somebody will love me through my ups and downs. I pray for them every day.

Pomegranate Cider

LATE NIGHTS EARLY MORNINGS,
Breakfast with anits,
nap.. nap.. nap..
Headache.
Printed photos, frames, latte.
Best dinner, with birthday pie.


Too much dinner, with birthday pie.
Drive up down around,
reminds me of yesterday.
Scary bridges and water sources,
Mekka is sneaky and closes 15 minutes early.


searching for Rubber Lake,
and duh,
We were right.
Bounce and glide but stuck like sand
Running slow motion.
Acid is building, and building,
my stomach starts to turn
and twist.

We hide in the shadows.

Climb the razor fence and we are safe.
Blue lights that stare you down,
Like a child who knows he's been bad.
Drive home
music off
Chamomile tea and rice cakes,


Good night moon.

Sandpaper Type Of Love

This made me melt. I LOVE KITTIES.
Last night, I was talking/crying to my dad about life in general, when Addie our little tuxedo cat came up to me. She just stared as I continued expressing what my heart felt like, and ever few seconds would let out a little mew. Like she was crying with me. I feel like cats know when you are in pain, or at least all of the cats we have owned just have that sense. I remember being a child, sick in bed for the day, and my cats would come cuddle me all day long. I remember my kitties just staring at me with longing eyes while I cried, and jumping on my lap just to kneed my belly for me.
Little paws massaging my thighs,
Faint mewing to let me know she feels the same,
Sandpaper tongue on my fingers. You can cry. I will be with you.
I love kitties. Forever and alwaysss.

With Love,

Dear nose,
Please stop sniffling. I know you get irritated by the kitties and I promise I will not sleep with big kitty any more. It's not worth it to you! I will still play with him, but you can count on me to wash my hands before I itch you. Thank you for doing a decent job at smelling lately. It really makes me frustrated when I can't use you when I sleep though, because I don't like breathing through my mouth when I'm dozing off.

Dear ears,
I don't know why you are achy lately. It is hard to sleep when both of you hurt, so I'm glad it's usually just one at a time, so that one can be against the pillow. I have been q-tipping you regularly... I just thought you should know that I'm not letting you down. You hear well but it hurts when you ache and I hear high pitched noises. I promise to lay low and keep quiet.

Dear lungs,
My oh my, how do I even start with you? You are so sporadic that I am continually coughing and breathing funny. I know they've been battling the Swine Flu one door over but come on, you can take it! I will drink some hot tea tonight, just for you, and I will breeeathe in the steam. Let's hope that helps you out mkay? You and me, we're champs. Those swiners ain't got nothin' on us.

Dear Lymph Nodes in neck,
You are so trusty when it comes to the common cold. I can always count on you to let me know when I'm coming down with something, but dang are you sore sometimes. And it's really uncomfortable! Thank you for being there and sucking up whatever bad you can get.

All in all, thanks for doing your job. People are praying for you and I believe in you all.

Love always,
Alexandra Seal

PS Let's all pull our weight in this, I've only got 21 more days till I see Andy and I want all of you at the top of your game!

To Turn, Turn, Will Be Our Delight.

Emotionally exhausting nights.
Chats with friends whose dear ones are going.
Going, not yet gone.
Reading the words of a dream of a dream.
And here you are, glowing sun.
The miracle camera that came out of no where,
is gone and yet again is out of my grasp.
He and I search around,
I am done crying.
Not for the camera, or maybe just a little bit.
I focus on reality, I'm not as prepared as I thought.
He helps me out and we settle on
two lenses
no bag
d60
and we Buy It Now.
My heart is jumping with thoughts rushing,
white water rushing,
through my head.
On love, on life, on marriage, on death.
On kitties, on growing old, on feelings.
Cameras, books, on cold nights alone.
It's late,
but what I want right now is to snuggle up to
w h a t I m i s s m o s t .
I'm going to read instead,
good night moon.
I have another day that I must face tomorrow.
And the next, and the next, and the next...
We will keep going,
I pray for you and I love you.
You are in my heart.
Reach out, touch faith.
I say it in repetition like a Shaker tune.
Tis a gift to be simple, tis a gift to be free...

Cats and Countries

I am leaving for San Diego in about 5 minutes... If it was my preference we would have left 7 minutes ago.
While I was putting my suitcase in the car, I realized that my two cats, Wellington and Adelade, have one main goal in life: liberation. AKA defeating the screen door. That main goal is met with a series of obstacles.
Wellington:
-Deaf
-Probably retarded
-Not sneaky
Adelade:
-Timid
-Shy
-Not proud enough to be sneaky
These flaws basically destroy any hopes for liberation from this house, but come on, who wouldn't want to live in a house where we aim to serve you in every way we can? If only they could see how other cat's are treated, they'd know how great it is to live here! The outside world is not that fun... And Wellington, if you didn't have short term memory loss, you'd remember that that is how we found you... skinny little gray cat abandoned at Bella's elementary school.

On another note, I played this game for the first time yesterday. I would highly recommend it.
THIRD WORLD FARMER. PS I got 501st place sucka.

Kbye I'm finally leaving for SD!! Please pray for our safety (I'm driving with my mom down there. I will drop her off in Laguna Beach area and then continue down to San Diego to meet up with my boyfriend. Yipee! Best weekend ever!

Happy Labor Day if I don't get around to posting by then!

Gesundheit!

Dear world,
I hate sneezing. My older sister loves it, but to me it has to be the most disgusting and unpleasant things in the world. And it just so happens to be that my cat, Wellington, decided to be ultra cuddly/clingy to me today. I am allergic to him.

(Me, but not the turtleneck or matching lipstick. Also, I'm young and have straight teeth, so this isn't really me at all.)

One of my favorite things in the world, though, is watching people sneeze that don't know that they're being watched. It's silly to see how they react. Some get ready for it, wrinkle their nose or stop mid-walk. Others try to brush it off, or don't even know it's coming. I love when people sneeze and you can just see the satisfaction on their faces afterwards. I know it's borderline creepy stalker, but if you don't like that about me then just don't sneeze alone while in public!
Random fact of the day, the word gezundheit is the German and Yiddish word for good health.

Question of the blog:
Do you like to sneeze? Which do you prefer: yawning or sneezing?

Near and Dear

I was a lot like this little girl when I was her age... All about the kittens. So adorable.

 What was your favorite animal as a child?

Unexpected Guests, Welcome!

Yesterday I got to hang out with one of my best friends who I rarely see anymore, because he attends Cuesta college in SLO. We went to sushi (of course) and .. I just remembered that the rest of my NC Roll is in the back of my car. I hope I remember to get that out soon... Anyways, as I was leaving, I saw some family friends who I used to babysit for. I was not expecting this, but they brought up my blog and how they read it! And then their daughter said, "was it you who put up that funny video of your sister?" Oh yes.. That was me.. Tye dye, head band, high socks and all.

For your viewing pleasure, here it is!

(UPDATE) Whoah.. It has an extreme delay. For a better view of it, check it out on my facebook.
 

Oh the world of online networking..
I never thought that they would read my blog.. I may just be lying to myself, but maybe there are a lot of people who read my blog that I never thought would! So, world, if this is your first time reading, hello and enjoy my blog!
Oh! They also did not fail to mention to their dinner guest who was a mathematitician, how much I hated math! Oh joy! Although they did recommend a book for me, the name escapes me right now but it basically went something like, "How To Not Hate Math." I should probably check that out some time. I think I could probably devote an entire blog column about my hatred of mathematics. Just give me the earth, some kitties and the Chronicles of Narnia, and I'm fine. I don't need math to love life, nor do I need it to clean teeth for a living. Take that!
But all of this is besides the point that I am welcoming you, my dear reader, to the wonderful.. scratch that, interesting and oftentimes odd and fanciful world of, well, my brain. In a blog. On the internet. Enjoy!