Back in the swing of things

Sometimes I think blogging is a synonym for procrastination.
And let me tell ya, I can think of a few hand gestures I'd like to give the people of the ancient Aegean civilization if i met any. I mean, did they have to leave all those artifacts behind? Did they have to give me a paper topic to write about? Talk about considerate.

Pies and Pies and Pie

Less than a week until thanksgiving!
Coffee keeps me awake!
Projects complete!
Small phrase!
Still tiny!
Baby!

Song for the next week and all times when times when I miss you
"I'll be seeing you" by Billie Holiday

I promise I was wearing some today

Probably my favorite thing I have heard in a while

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_q7Cy3qSwKI

good grief

slowly losing the ability to function normally on a daily basis emoticon unhappy :(

the irony of this birthday was that everybody wished me to have a great day, but it was actually by far the worst day i have had at college yet...hooray for being an adult

well this is just a pathetic post, but i assume they will get happy again soon

Mopey Mopey Mopey

I feel wierd about getting old.

I've just decided three things:

1) I am going to sing. Aviod stage fright at all costs

2) I will go to South Africa to be a biodiversity research assistant in 2011, hopefully.

3) I will maybe sometime soon stop procrastinating...but probably not

This were pretty half thought out decisions in hind sight

So I have a new room and roommate. Fall crew is over. Winter training begins in a week (or this week and in that case whoops). I cant wait for spring season! I miss the lake already. I feel so lazy even though I get up at 9 every day. But I am feeling kind of mopey anyways so it could be that too.

Halloween was kind of a bust. I got mistaken for a hooker, which was fantastic. And seriously, I wasnt even being slutty. Thank you very much Worcester.

I will be an adult in 6, count em, 6 days.

Sleep

I am so desperately tired...

I would like to take a break from seeing the sunrise.

Do you even need to ask WHY?

Parents Weekend

So I woke up this morning and called my parents. They told me that they werent really interested in taking my brother and me out this weekend. We get to be orphans for the day. Now I have retreated to my room because everyone else has parents today...maybe I will get adopted later. I was going to take picture but that boy has my damn camera. It is gorgeous out right now.

Today then song of the day is "Armistice" by Phoenix

Sunrise (Also the difficulties of faulty keyboards)

I havent written on this blog for a very long time, so excuse me if i am a bit rusty.

I love it at Clark. I feel like I have been here for years even though it hasnt even been a month yet. I've found so many things to do here and so many people to be friends with. I also have finally realized how fantastic Worcester is.

So for the past three days (and the next six weeks), my wake up time is 5:30 am. I'm not crazy, I just joined the crew team. I love it though. I missed working out and feeling productive. Learning a new sport is one of the best feelings, plus i get to be close to the water all the time (Although i am not about to go swimming in Lake Quinsig any time soon). The best part of the whole experience is getting to see the sun rise. As we drive through the city to get to the lake, the view is constantly changing. At about 6:05 we pass Union Station. The sky is just starting to become a royal blue color, but all the lights are still on around the station. Then when we get to the boat house, the sun is comming up and the mist begins to rise off the water. The varsity boats disappear into the mist. As we swerve our way down the lake (in the most uncorrdinated fashion) the sun appears and lights up the trees which have just begun to change colors. It is magical. I love getting to see a part of the day which most people never do. Also, I always go to breakfast afterwards so I can finally use up my meal plan. AND I am now an expert napper.

My keyboard hates typing on the internet so this took forever to write...

Baby Shark do-do--do-do--do-do

The last three days have truly been some of the most enjoyable days of the entire summer. I could not have asked for anything better. Two days were spent at the beach , and the third was just incredibly fun. I learned a new camp song from Brenna called baby shark. I am now obsessed. I put all phrases into the song. I went to dinner and it was "eat the food do-do--do-do--do-do"...I took a shower: "wash my hair do--do-do--do-do"....I took out Lola "walk the dog do-do--do-do--do-do"....its gotten pretty silly.

I am starting to feel the bitter sweetness of leaving for school. I want to get away from home finally, but I don't know if i am ready to leave everything behind from home. I don't want things to stay the same, but part of me is sad to know that it wont ever be the same again...no summer will ever be like this summer. I have left the warm waters of the kiddie pool, but I stand on the edge of the ocean wondering if the water will be too cold. Its all too cliche.

I guess the song of the day is some song whose name i do not know, from a mix CD which Jen got from a friend...I don't think i could be more vague

publish post do-do--do-do--do-do publish post do-do--do-do--do-do

Pictures

This summer is turning out to be the best one yet, and I never expected it to be. Even when things go wrong, somehow it turns around and becomes fun again.

Also I have finally succeeded in sneaking out of my house! Most people have already achieved this great feat by the time that they are seventeen, but before I never had the need to. It was fantastic, although the purpose of the sneaking out (night photography) was slightly overlooked due to coyotes.

Yesterday I went to the beach. I was supposed to be cleaning my room but I figured that could wait. On the way home Dani and I saw the most amazing sunset, but every time i would try to take a picture something would get in the way. It was possibly to beautiful to take a picture of, and I think the whole world around us agreed and was trying to stop me from taking one. Anyways, i did get one shot, its okay.

oh also this

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A20rx8VQnTE

Phewww

Things finally feel like they are getting back to normal. At some point i would have compared this feeling to getting out of jail, but that no longer seems appropriate. However, something feels like its changed forever, but i cant put my finger on it. Like there is a weight on my chest that was never there before and I am pretty sure it isnt the kind that will just go away...I'll have to get used to it.



My feet are sore. I went for a three mile walk with Liz and didnt wear my shoes for a good mile. My feet arent adjusted to the pavement yet. I enjoy walking. It clears the head.



hmmm...



oh! for those of you who havent already heard it, please listen to the new Regina Spektor CD!!!!! it is wicked good! So the album "Far" by Regina Spektor is album of the day!

Reoccurances

Themes of summer: rain and every possible shade of gray.
June has become March all over again. Its deja vu but worse.
Its starting to get to me. I get up at noon, eat frosted flakes, watch Entourage, go to work, come home, eat more, go online. And somehow I find myself still awake at 430 in the morning doing absolutely nothing. I had a perfect song for today but...wait i just remembered!
"Half Asleep" by School of Seven Bells

Sometimes I go whole days
listening bored, half sleep
I won't say anything
that's worth a thing to me

Today was slightly more productive though. I made a list and accomplished 6 out of 10 things, which in my opinion is a major success. I spent most of the day in my Trooper (my car/truck thing) and realized that i need way more practice parking (seriously it was bad)
I also had my first experience going to the mall by myself. I felt like an observer going undercover as a shopper. People are funny in malls. They rush around desperately searching for something and gasping at the outrages prices and seeking out the biggest bargain. Do they really need it? Probably not. Just like i probably didn't need the shirts that i bought, but the sales were great and they were super cheap so why not.

My family was hyper tonight, the whole bunch of us. It was like a family of seven year olds. Best part of the night was when my dad realized that he had left the burner on with a towel on top of it. The kitchen was full of smoke and the towel had been slow roasted into oblivion. As my mom fretted in the kitchen trying to figure out why the smoke detector hadn't gone off my dad stood out on the deck trying to coax a bigger flame out of the toasty towel. His excuse was "Hey, I like fire."

Dear Etta

So clearly this wont be an every day blogging experience.

Anyways, after work I got to drive (on my own) to Amy's house. Feeling the freedom of night driving, I popped in an Etta James cd and began to belt out "At Last." After singing through five songs, I suddenly found myself somewhere in Paxton. For this reason, Etta James is the picture of the day.

Liz gave me my first Jenny Lewis cd. Another perfect album to sing to. Therefor song of the day is..."You Are What You Love"

But you are what you love,
And not what loves you back

Microwaves

This is going to be an experiment. An experiment to see if I have the will power and patience to maintain a blog. Also, it is a chance to see if i actually have something important, or at least interesting to say on a daily basis.

So here it goes...

This morning I went to the eye doctor's office to get a new perscription. I spend at least 18 hours a day with lenses in but I generally dont notice how bad my vision is when I don't have my lenses in. It surreal to look around you and not be able to read something that is less than a foot away from your face. Its strange to think that I have been waking up not being able to see for 8 years now.
When I got home I had a very strange moment with the microwave. I put the timer on, but when it went off I ran into the kitchen and threw open the microwave door, expecting some delicious food to be waiting for me. However, I opened the door and there was nothing inside and I couldnt remember why. I had that same overwhelming feeling you get when you walk into a room and forget why you went there in the first place. When I remembered that I had put the timer on for tea, I felt a sense of disappointment. Somehow the whole situation struck me as profound, but I can't exactly put my finger on why.

Also, at work on Tuesday, an old woman cried over a return that she thought I had made a mistake on. She yelled at my manager for a good ten minutes, and when she found out she was wrong she began to cry. Nobody knew what to do, but we had to move her out of the way to continue checking-out the rest of the customers with the standard "Hi! How are you today? Do you have a rewards card?" and cheery smile. It was the most intense moment.

Okay, so...I guess thats it.

Oh yeah....even thought it not a requirement
Song of the day is "At Last" by Etta James.
Everyone should belt this song out at least once in their life.