Facts Of Life

I heart not having friends in Nevada County right now.

It means I can not shower and I know I won't run into anyone. Also, wish film wasn't so expensive and that I had access to a place where I could develop them myself.

Also, Bella's dog Macy feels it necessary to only snuggle on top of my clean laundry. No where else. Now I have millions of tan splinter hairs on my pile of black clothing. Gwar.

Question of the blog:
It's an Iron and Wine kind of day for me. What music are you playing today?

To Sleep Or Celebrate

Took a nap just so I could stay up until midnight tonight. It's my 21st birthday tomorrow, and I'm so excited! But I'm so tired I'd rather just go to bed than stay up. This whole "getting old" deal is not as great as it sounded!

ALSO,

I had a really random dream where I was talking about Etsy during a meal, and this girl thought I was talking about the meat. The next meal I went to, I heard someone ask her what was in the ravioli and she said "Oh, it's Etsy."

So random.

Question of the blog:

What was your most memorable birthday?

Drink Up

I am so thirsty.

Why can I not quench my thirst?? And the worst part about it, is I'll be waking up all night now because I'm going to have to pee every hour.

But on a lighter note, I am traveling North to see some family in Long Beach tomorrow. Cannot wait to feel that familial love. That is one of the biggest reasons why I miss home so much.

Question of the blog:

It's a cold, rainy day outside, and you've just come home from a long day away from your warm and cozy home. What drink do you make yourself?

Brains

Last day at home, and day 4 of this migraine that is eating my brain. Went to the chiropractor and cried like a baby for half the appointment because it hurt so bad. Finally starting to pack, have yet to shower, dinner at 6. Excited for this adventure back down to SD, but my head hurts so much I worry that I won't enjoy my time. No need to hope, I am positive we will have a great time in San Luis, like always. Then down the coast, through LA, and probably be in San Diego on Monday. Jillian is staying with me for 2 1/2 weeks, we are buying disposable cameras, playing at the beach, traveling to new places, and I am so glad for the time we will spend together. Bittersweet days. Now migraine, please go away so I can be productive and excited.

Momentary Completion

That's all this really is, anyway. A place for people to wander and search for the things they miss. Then they stare longingly at what they don't have and for a moment, they feel whole again. But just for a moment.

Dream Interpreters Welcome

I was there, with you, in an apartment unlike the real one. There was a small dog, and as I held it, I saw his wire teeth, sharp and metal. They bit into my hand and my life blood was pouring out, all of it. I went outside. I got a phone call. We talked like nothing ever happened, you sounded just like yourself, your voice so clear it was as though you were right next to me. We were friends, it was so beautiful. I went to my sibling's apartment, but she left me. I was there with my father, and out of nowhere came a young, pretty little black cat. I was scared, I didn't know what to do. I put her in the bathroom, but the door was raised so high from the ground I knew the cat could escape. Panicked, I called my sister to ask what to do, and she was shocked to hear of a cat in her house. She was convinced the cat had hatched from an egg under her bed, that her previous cat must have laid the egg before she left. Frantic, I pushed a towel under the door of the bathroom so the cat would not escape, and my first thought was, she is starving. I ran down the street, so afraid I would be the cause of the death of this poor kitten. My legs became weak and wobbly, I lost myself trying to find a Petco. I found it, and as I walked in, a girl from my past walked by. She was pregnant, and looked beautiful. I was unnoticed. I could not find the food for the kitten. As I ran to the last aisle, my legs giving out, I began to wake up.

Stay asleep.. Stay asleep.

I made my own destiny now. My legs were strong. I knew exactly where the food was, and I had enough money to buy her the best. As I walked out, my favorite family from my childhood was there, they were celebrating in a crowd. They were joyful, for the first time in years. We saw each other, and I smiled. I was running home to feed the cat, and then I opened my eyes.

Open Up

star wars shirt. running shorts. it's a funny day, with the wind blowing and the sun shining like it does every november. walking down the road, i can't help but smile. it's that still silence of the trees and fields. i'm shaky from the coffee i drank an hour ago. van morrison fills my ear. i'll take your advice and say fuck it all. tomorrow i'll chat with the art institute of seattle, los angeles, new england. what will i do, i'm not quite sure to be honest. lick my lips, pull up my hair into that messy bun you used to love. sit down at my computer and i write about children, and families, and communities, and societies. it's fun. next door my neighbors smoke in the living room, and they enjoy every second of it. and they love it and i love them and they love me. in the library, love is blooming from germany to norway and i can feel them smiling from here. it's the sound of going home. i'm in love with today and with you. thank you. beautiful ideas spill out of my mind onto this keyboard and come out completely wrong, but here it is. the french don't say i love you, but rather i am in love. that's what i am today. with nothing in particular, but with everything. and everyone. i don't have a lot, but that's what i do have. guitar strings without voices. sometimes this is just what i need. nothing is okay but i know it will be, and that's okay for now.

Imaginary You

you came for me, but i am nowhere to be found. i was there long before you were ready. timing never works in our hands.

internal monologues have been spoken all day.

Question of the blog:

do you have internal monologues?

Paranormal Activity

(image found on google)

Today, I am learning patience. Sometimes it's hard not to cry though.
On a lighter note, I put my purse in my room, went to the living room and ate a bowl of cereal, and when I came back to my room, my door was locked. Either someone in my house lied when I asked if anyone locked it, or something paranormal is going on in my bedroom.

Question of the blog:
Have you had any real paranormal experiences?

Makin' A Buzz

These are the funniest things I have seen all day.

Dead flies: cartoons by Magnus Muhr

See more of these awesomely gross fly carcass photographs on his website.
I hate the thought of dead anything, let alone creepy little flies. For some reason though, these photographs make me laugh so hard. This guy has such an imagination!

Question of the blog:
When confronted with a bug, say a large spider, are you the type of person to man your battle stations and attack with full force, or run like a little baby and refuse to enter the room again until someone else has handled the situation?

The Battle Of A Lifetime

Nap vs. editing photos.
Who will ever win? I fight this battle every day....
Today's winner is edit photos before class.
I've got some good ones from my trip I just got back from, so with this I apologize for the lack of posts this weekend.. Actually, I'm no sorry at all. I had the best weekend ever and there's nothing that you can do about it!

Fergalicious.

Sisters are the best.

And I.

Alexandra is Constant Comment tea. She is clothes right out of the dryer. Alexandra is slow shutter speed. The balance on a slackline. Macro. Alexandra is wind on hot days. A piece of paper on a wall. She is memories, stored neatly. She is squinting eyes in the sun. Alexandra is mechanical pencils, never wood. Mediterranean pasta. Creature of habit. Alexandra is your favorite sweatshirt you just can't get rid of. The sore fingers from playing too much guitar. Alexandra is the smoke that fills your lungs with nostalgia. She is the memory of falling and scratching your knee. She is big tears. Alexandra is words of affirmation, physical touch, quality time. She is the long walk in Autumn. She is number 4, number 8. Passion. Warm flannel sheets. Alexandra is the pretty shoes you put on, and the sore feet afterwards. She is the things that make you smile. The question mark at the end of a sentence. Alexandra is the comfort you come home to at the end of the day.

I Can't Remember This...

I miss my sister tonight.
This is a video of us on New Years. Okay so maybe we had some champagne, but for reals, I didn't know we were this weird.



Question of the blog:
Have any funny videos/pictures of good times with siblings or your closest friends? Share with me.

Best In Acapella.

My type of Top 20.

Taking The Bull By The Horns?

Okay, here we go, guys.
I apologize profusely for my lack of blog posts, and lack of complete interest in the recent ones, but I promise I'll try and be better, and funny, and cute, and whatever you want from me. I'm cutting myself open here, now accept me!

But on a real note, these are my 2010 New Years Resolutions. After days of editing and trying to figure out text that transfers from Word to Blogger, but here we are, with images of text and South Africa and such as! Enjoy.

(ps I see on this first one I forgot to crop the top of it enough. ocd ocd ocd)

(AHHHH WHY DID I NOT REALIZE THAT RED SQUIGGLE OF DESTRUCTION? Kill me.)

So there you go, in all its glory. If you have any ideas where we can share these New Years Resolutions together, or we can help each other with both of ours, let me know! If you haven't already caught on, I love new years resolutions (and I still spell resolutions wrong every time I type it). Also, I want to get better at cooking.. But I'm not going to spend more time adding another image for that one.

Question of the blog:
I had a very vivid dream last night, one that I was sure I would remember when I woke up. Unfortunately, all I can remember is rooming with this psycho girl and driving around really nice slums. Which type of person are you?
1. Dreams a lot, and remembers them.
2. Dreams, but can rarely remember.
3. Rarely dreams, and a miracle if you remember.

It's All Coming Together Now!

Love Games vs. Love Games

This morning, as I logged onto YouTube, I saw that Lady Gaga has a song called Love Games. You know what I instantly thought of? Why, my favorite love games of all, Old Gregg of course! Now if you haven't seen Old Gregg, I suggest you head over to YouTube and look him up. You will be (frightfully) surprised? Maybe that's not the right word for it.. Anyways, Enjoy this music video.



Also, could it be that Lady Gaga is Old Gregg in disguise? See above images for proof that may change the world as we know it. Let me know what you think.

Question of the blog:
Recent polls show that about 99.6% of my friends are closet Lady Gaga fans. What do you think, is she a new Madonna or just a very unique individual that should wear more modest clothing and stop singing about sticks? I vote for the latter.

lol

Quickly

Test in 20.
I'm listening to music on Pandora and it's seriously the best mix yet. I've favorited almost every song.

Seven sins of memory:

absent-mindedness

Transience

blocking

misattribution

suggestibility

bias

persistence

I love my psych class.

Unwanted.

A Poem
Viruses, oh viruses, why must you infect me?
All I want to do is watch shows like Community.
My computer hates you, you can't win,
Just wait five hours, till Greg comes in
And kills you all, you little viruses,
on
my
computer.

Which leads me to this: Greg and Sandro come home this weekend! I am so excited. For those of you who don't know, my house has essentially become a hostel for all those in Nevada County, and both of these guys have been staying at my house off and on for years. My brothas. Can't wait to get the family together again.
...It's getting my biological family together which is the difficult part!