ive had this blog for about a month more than jill, but she already has three times as many posts as i do.
in quite a short time (about a week), I've figured out a lot about a lot- priorities, relationships, friends, time management myself, how to make an omelet, etc. It's been an up and down week, but I've come out realizing what I have yet to learn and what I have learned. I'm still trying to figure out where I am with God, but i know that will come as long as I am seeking him.
I've been given a lot of grace this week, from God and from my friends, and in return, I have done the same.
I have no clue what I will do or where I will go next in my life, but I am happy to see what will happen.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
nine days later
another entry.
more adventures.
even more homework to finish.
new people met.
the same tree climbed again (this time with a picnic)
2nd favorite pair of jeans torn.
bike crashed, broken, then fixed (with stolen parts from another bike. not my doing.)
another thousand pictures taken.
first reporter magazine assignment.
wednesday adventure and a chocolate malt.
yellow paint (consequently, my temporary favorite color), on the back bumper of my car.
red paint (my favorite color), now on some nice yellow fire hydrant in pennfield.
henna-d hands and feet (flowers on my hands and a tree with a tire swing on my foot)
favorite spot on campus visited twice- with new folks to enjoy it.
spinning in the rain at midnight.
yerba mate every day, as always. not missed one yet.
painting parties every sunday.
american analog set- 6.99 cd at the record store downtown.
the color blue-gray.
constant talk of living in maine.
girl talking.
living.
more adventures.
even more homework to finish.
new people met.
the same tree climbed again (this time with a picnic)
2nd favorite pair of jeans torn.
bike crashed, broken, then fixed (with stolen parts from another bike. not my doing.)
another thousand pictures taken.
first reporter magazine assignment.
wednesday adventure and a chocolate malt.
yellow paint (consequently, my temporary favorite color), on the back bumper of my car.
red paint (my favorite color), now on some nice yellow fire hydrant in pennfield.
henna-d hands and feet (flowers on my hands and a tree with a tire swing on my foot)
favorite spot on campus visited twice- with new folks to enjoy it.
spinning in the rain at midnight.
yerba mate every day, as always. not missed one yet.
painting parties every sunday.
american analog set- 6.99 cd at the record store downtown.
the color blue-gray.
constant talk of living in maine.
girl talking.
living.
Friday, September 12, 2008
Monday, September 8, 2008
Fall.
It's not the 21st of September. But it's fall alright.
I know.
I went to Ithaca on Saturday with some friends, just to see what kind of adventures we would find there. We saw lots of hippies, hiked up waterfalls, swam under the waterfalls, listened to music, went to a skatepark, and laughed alot. That was summer. But the strangest thing happened when we were swimming in one of the pools in the river- it was about 6:30, getting dark, and all of the sudden there were many yellow leaves blowing all about, scattered in the dark blue pool. It smelled like fall, and it felt like fall too.
And this morning, biking to 2D design class, the trees in the quad were yellow and red.
Things happen so quickly. I get caught up in one routine, and suddenly it gets whisked away. Boarding and biking will soon be a memory. So I enjoy it as I can, board as much as I get a chance to- not complain when it is hot and sticky, and wrap this sunlight around my shoulders to keep me warm when winter comes around.
And so many things have just been so lovely recently. Skating, my apartment, a kitchen, the boys filling up my car gas tank for me, cookies, ice cream party, Val, favorite tree, Yerbe Mate tea every single day at 189, nick drake, m. ward, mason jennings, cloud cult, matt pond pa.
God is good.
I know.
I went to Ithaca on Saturday with some friends, just to see what kind of adventures we would find there. We saw lots of hippies, hiked up waterfalls, swam under the waterfalls, listened to music, went to a skatepark, and laughed alot. That was summer. But the strangest thing happened when we were swimming in one of the pools in the river- it was about 6:30, getting dark, and all of the sudden there were many yellow leaves blowing all about, scattered in the dark blue pool. It smelled like fall, and it felt like fall too.
And this morning, biking to 2D design class, the trees in the quad were yellow and red.
Things happen so quickly. I get caught up in one routine, and suddenly it gets whisked away. Boarding and biking will soon be a memory. So I enjoy it as I can, board as much as I get a chance to- not complain when it is hot and sticky, and wrap this sunlight around my shoulders to keep me warm when winter comes around.
And so many things have just been so lovely recently. Skating, my apartment, a kitchen, the boys filling up my car gas tank for me, cookies, ice cream party, Val, favorite tree, Yerbe Mate tea every single day at 189, nick drake, m. ward, mason jennings, cloud cult, matt pond pa.
God is good.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Anna Rose is a poet.
who likes to merge reality and fiction. Here is an excerpt of a poem of hers that she wrote based on conversations we had this summer.
I.
I snapped a picture of you at twenty,
sitting in your car.
Your hair was red.
I figured you were in love,
because your hair was red.
Is there any other way to show that
you’re 20 and in love
than by dying your hair red?
You disagreed at 20.
bright green
is the color you see in love,
you said, looking into the rear view mirror.
But I always thought that green is the color
of youth and fertility,
I told you then.
Are you young and fertile?,
I asked, expecting a laugh.
Don’t be so analytical
was all you had to say.
II.
You laughed when I showed you
the picture of your twenty year old self.
I asked you why.
You thought I was asking why your hair had been red.
I dyed it red because I liked Bartok.
I wanted to hear Bartok when I looked in the mirror,
you said with a toothy smile.
You pushed your brown hair behind your ear
as you looked down at the picture.
You laughed at your old red hair.
I.
I snapped a picture of you at twenty,
sitting in your car.
Your hair was red.
I figured you were in love,
because your hair was red.
Is there any other way to show that
you’re 20 and in love
than by dying your hair red?
You disagreed at 20.
bright green
is the color you see in love,
you said, looking into the rear view mirror.
But I always thought that green is the color
of youth and fertility,
I told you then.
Are you young and fertile?,
I asked, expecting a laugh.
Don’t be so analytical
was all you had to say.
II.
You laughed when I showed you
the picture of your twenty year old self.
I asked you why.
You thought I was asking why your hair had been red.
I dyed it red because I liked Bartok.
I wanted to hear Bartok when I looked in the mirror,
you said with a toothy smile.
You pushed your brown hair behind your ear
as you looked down at the picture.
You laughed at your old red hair.
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