09.27.09
Fall-ing.
Hello. The Apple Festival was today in Ithaca, and it was such a reminder of so much from home. The whole apple theme just screamed WCO, and when I was drinking hot apple cider a small part of me wished it was a slushie even though it was cold out. Even the vendors there reminded me of weekend trips I would take with my mom and grandmother. I really miss those. Ithaca is a really cool chill place. We went into this used bookstore that I had been in once before, and I bought Greek Drama which is a book I’m pretty sure I’ve seen in Welsh’s room. I also bought Big Fish by: Daniel Wallace and Me Talk Pretty One Day by: David Sedaris. I know, I know it’s a good book. Everyone was telling me. That’s why I bought it.
So fall is here?! Seriously autumn is my favorite season. I want to get married in autumn. The trees, the weather, the clothes, the back to school. It’s wonderful. It’s a little different now because I’ve been at school for a month, but still. I love it. Yesterday was the first time I saw some autumn leaves this year, and it made me smile!
I really shouldn’t get distracted by the warm feelings I’m getting inside about the changing of the seasons. I need to lock myself in a library somewhere and study very hard for prelims. These are the first college tests ever and I can’t fuck them up. That would be bad. But for now it’s the weekend and I’ll worry about studying tomorrow. Tomorrow is Sunday, which means that today is Saturday, which is party day. And tonight I’m going to party, and forget about prelims until tomorrow around 12:30 when I wake up. Or maybe 1:30, because that is when I woke up this morning (afternoon), and who knows what will happen tomorrow.
He was in the habit of taking things for granted
Granted, there wasn’t much for him to take
And the only thing constant was the constant reminder he’d never change
Tight fisted with his compliments, it didn’t seem to bother him
that talk is even cheaper told in bulk
And the only thing constant was the constant reminder
He’d never change
09.18.09
Big Red.
Dear people of the world wide web.
I haven’t written in AGES because my life has just been too busy to do so. But right now I’m sitting in Trillium which is tied for first on my list of favorite places to eat on campus and I decided I would update a little.
That’s right, I said on campus, because now I’m in college. Usually in my life I psych my self up for things that I think are going to be so great, but then they turn out to be disappointing. Surprisingly not the case with this whole college thing. I’m really enjoying myself, and I’m growing as a person maybe. In the past I would always be burdened with massive amounts of guilt for things, even if they were better for me. Now it seems that I am really trying to realize what is best for me. When I don’t do anything wrong, I shouldn’t be guilty! Call it selfish, call it whatever, but I’m trying to shed a little bit of that ol’ Catholic guilt.
Classes? Stimulating. I really enjoy most of them. I say most because my writing class puts me to sleep and I am just further convinced I shall never be an english major. But Nutrition, Chem, and Psych are all awesome. Friends? I’ve actually made them! Surprise of the century. Homesick? Absolutely not. Parties? Yes, please.
I apologize for the obnoxiousness of that last paragraph.
Well I can’t sit here all day updating you folks! I have a chemistry problem set to do! And then class!
08.12.09
That’s okay cause I don’t wait for time.
I just want to go to college. Sometimes you feel like you need a fresh start, and I feel like that. First of all, working two jobs sucks ass, because even though you’re working seven days a week, you’re only working 4-5 days a week at each respective job, so it doesn’t even seem bad. One job cycle ends and another one starts. Terrible. I feel like I have no time to myself anymore! Every second of every day is reserved for something, which is opposite of my happiness. Sometimes all you want to do is do whatever you want to do. It doesn’t matter what that is, as long as it’s on your terms. LUCKILY this is the last week of this nightmare. Maybe I’m overreacting, but I under react a lot, so it balances out. There are no? second-of-all’s.
You know, sometimes I feel so alone when there are thoughts in my head that I don’t share with anyone.
Oh I don’t know if I said this on here, but I’ve stopped eating meat except fish. It’s a remarkably easy thing to do.
There are people I will never again see, and there are people that I haven’t yet seen, or have just met, that I will see for the rest of my life.
http://www.last.fm/user/dayofgray is back in business, by the way. It has been down for about a year because I stopped using my old computer and almost solely used my mom’s then-new laptop, but now since I bought a computer for school, I thought I’d better download that scrobbler.
Well I leave for school in nine days? Bizarre.
Cross cut to you – in amazement
Stumbling through the day
You tell me that time – never waits
That’s okay cause I don’t wait for time.
08.04.09
If my brother was a zombie.
The following poem was inspired by a day dream I had yesterday.
What if Titus was a zombie?
That would really suck.
Hopefully in his room he would be stuck.
I’m glad my mom is in Ohio,
or she would be a zombie, too!
Then I would have a lot of housework to do.
To a dark house, innocently
I would come home like any other night.
Little would I know I would soon be a-fright.
Walking up the stairs, I hear
bang bang banging on the door.
What is he doing? But then I hit the floor.
HE’S PROBABLY A ZOMBIE! Holy shit.
Well it seems like he’s hungry. Maybe
I’ll bring him some oatmeal. Maybe.
I guess I will, he’s my brother after all.
One minute in the microwave,
I guess I’ll have to be brave.
Quick open the door!
Slide the oatmeal in! Oh, no.
He grabbed my hand, pulled me in, woah!
I guess I’m a zombie now.
…Yeah I don’t know.
07.27.09
Because I don’t want to read Grapes of Wrath right now.
Ah yes dear reader(s), it has been quite a while since the last update. Why, do you ask? Because I fucking work EVERY day and can’t update with every exciting thing that happens in my life. The work situation makes my desire for it to be August 21st greater and greater, for you see, that is the day of my departure.
Yesterday morning I went shopping with my mom for shoes and then went to lunch with her and Brian. It was fun, and “oh, we just have to leave by 1:35 because I have work at 2:00″ WRONG I had work at 12, but for some bizarre reason I had thought my shift started at two. I walked in and was berated by two of the managers because this was not the first, but the second time I had did this. Why am I so unreliable? Not sure. It doesn’t really seem like something I would do really, but when you work two jobs and have endless things on your schedule, sometimes it gets confusing and what you think is two is really twelve. Needless to say, yesterday at work fucking sucked, mostly because I was beating myself up all day and tried to make sure I did all the bitch work.
To further worsen the work situation, everyone of my friends it seems works at this fun, six flags hair cuttery place that seems just like a ball of sunshine with no produce cases to break down, no floors to mop, no dishes to clean, just pure childhood fun. Sure, they don’t get leftover cheddar cauliflower, nor do they get to taste french omelettes, or eat whip after whip after whip, but they get 20% off at the mall. It’s okay, I appreciate my workplace.
In other news, MY BIRTHDAY was two Thursdays ago, July 16th. It was not just any birthday, for now I am eighteen, which means many things in the eyes of the world. I am an adult now, which means more responsibility. Sadly, all I’ve been doing since being eighteen is coming to work late and losing my wallet (yeah, I know).
My birthday brought presents, cake, family and friends. But it also brought a revelation, that I should become vegetarian. Wellllll, a pesco-vegetarian. Because I’m doing it mostly for health reasons and fish are fucking awesome. Apparently, animal protein isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. It’s been over a week and the change has been relatively easy. I didn’t eat that much meat anyway. It will be interesting in college, but I think I’ll manage.
24 days until college. Almost as importantly, 19 days till I stop working for the summer. I can’t wait till I go to college, except for the fact that I’ll miss a select few people SO MUCH.
But everything else will hopefully be grand.
Till next time.
06.28.09
Speed (Up)dating.
WELL It seems as if I haven’t updated since the day before graduation (I know it says 6/11 on that last post, but it was actually 6/10). So since many things have occured in my life since then, and since I am incredibly lazy, I’ll make a list. Also, who doesn’t love lists? I’ll try to go in order for youall.
1. I am officially graduated from high school as of 6/11/09. Graduation was pretty fucking sweet. I mean I’m just at a great point in my life right now. Full of possibilities. I had a really nice dinner with my family. I love when we’re all together, especially Titus and my dad because I don’t always get to spend a lot of time with them.
2. Senior week was pretty fun. We went camping and just had fun. We went kyaking which was wayyy fun and we played beach volleyball and frisbee golf and had campfires and it was awesome. It was enjoyable and somewhat relaxing.
3. During senior week I got a call from WCO that I would only be working 10hrs a week on weekends. Which was understandable because I can only work this summer for eight weeks. But I needed to seriously find another job because this summer of all summers I need to be making mad money, so I asked my aunt if she needed help at her buisness, and she said she did. Now I work there Monday-Friday which is hella tight. It’s actually a great job so it works out well.
5. I bought some college cookbooks and it made me even more pumped for college.
4. Farrah Fawcet died
and Michael Jackson! I’m watching this special on Farrah right now and it just seems like she was such an amazing woman. What a horrible thing that she died. And MJ was such an icon as well, I mean talk about talent, but his death isn’t as sad for me as Farrah’s. Is that horrible? Maybe.
5. I’m getting my wisdom teeth out on Monday. Meh, we’ll see how that goes.
Well, that’s some sort of a quick update. I should go take a shower and get ready for work.
05.02.09
Our souls are flying.
This afternoon I went to the art show, an annual event at my high school showcasing AP Art students. I was really blown away. It was so inspiring and every artist was just as talented/interesting as the last. The more I looked, the more I went nuts. Ask Kathleen, I just kept like not being able to speak. With theater we work/goof off and come up with a decent show, but it really doesn’t compare to the hard work and talent that goes into the pieces I saw. I definitely want to order a print but I don’t know what of yet. I’m going back tomorrow hopefully and will decide then. Artists that stuck out to me include but are not limited to: Jess Schmidt, Sam Gauvain, Julia Kozak, Alex Reynolds, Carolyn Wason, Kim Bowers, Cassidy Shadle, Susie Young, Megan Patrylak and Sara Karminski. There was so much I didn’t see the first time around though, so I’m really glad I’m going back tomorrow.
Between the Senior Art Expo and the piano playing extravaganza that occurred at Jule’s house tonight, I’m feeling especially un-special at the moment. This moment, I’m sure, will pass just as all self-deprecating moments. Hopefully.
In other, less exciting news, today was physics day. Although I usually have loads of fun on stupid trips like these, this one was definitely sub-par. I’m always afraid to not like trips because I try to be a positive person, but it wasn’t as fun as it could have been. Sure, there were high points in the day, but overall it was blah. I just ate crappy, unhealthy food which makes me feel like shit. Also, my boyfriend has mono at a time where everyone is worried about the Swine Flu. Personally, I’m not worried about either of them. Mono doesn’t scare me. So what if I get it. I mean it might suck, I don’t know. I hope he recovers with expediency.
Meet me on my vast veranda, my sweet, untouched Miranda.
And while the seagulls are crying, we fall but our souls are flying.
