So here I am,at the same place I was last year. A place where I have come after months of patience and longing.

I get the opportunity to ride my bike again.

I remember exactly 364 days ago that I rode my bike to 189, participated in one of the first Ice Cream O'Clocks ever, and bikeroad in the tunnels with Eric, Brendan, and Jake. It was two in the morning, and having eaten a Sundae made by Matthew Marsh (with more chocolate syrup than ice cream), I was now experiencing my first ever (yes) sugar high. The chains on my bike were rusted and didn't stop reminding me of that fact, but I was out of my room, not trudging through the snow, but rather on one of my first ever adventures at RIT.

364 days later, I keep my adventures into neatly categorized piles, own two bikes, and have one goal that I have recently set out to complete: to find all of my friends bikes as nice as the one I bought last week (my gorgeous schwinn sprint- 27 inches of delicious blue roadbike). Last night Kirsten, Moses, and I drove to snatch three bikes up- had a little trouble getting there, but once we were at the old farmhouse, populated by a man, his memories, and 30-some bikes, proceeded to buy three jet-black road bikes (one for kirsten, moses, and brendan).

Many things have changed in my life- I'm a much tougher person, have learned to trust in the Lord much more, and have seen much in the past year. But I'm still the girl who wakes up on a warm morning with sunlight wrapped around her shoulders, excited that this will be the rare day that she can bike (and sing) to class.

I bought a whole bunch of sunflowers today.

It is funny how they put me in such a good mood.

I've got to stop relying on other people to make me happy.

Thoughts in my head as I drove today.

Where am I going? Am I pleasing you Lord? I feel close to you, but far apart from some who have been so close at times. I want to make everyone happy, want to spend time with everyone. How come there are not enough hours in the day to do all of this, work, friends, relaxation? God, I mean everything in the most selfless way possible. I am also really afraid about this summer, how I am going to make money and all. I'm so young, but you know everything. Please be my peace, and help me to do what is right.

I am broken, but he is whole.

stream of consciousness- transportation related

I've been wanting to get travel in more interesting ways recently
I have to take advantage of this cold weather
I think there is about two inches of snow on the sidewalk
That means I can ski to class
I've always wanted to do that
but where would I put the skis once I got to class
oh well
ill figure it out
I skateboarded in the blizzard last night
Things are always more fun when they are done in a blizzard
once I played tag on horseback in a blizzard
that was fun
but not cleaning up horse poop in a blizzard
I hope things are cancelled today
then Elijah and I could go skiing downtown
I think that would be epic
more epic than biking downtown in a blizzard
because its easier to slip and fall in a blizzard on a bike
and maybe get run over by a car
but my new bike can't be ridden anyways, because its previous owner was too heavy
and sat on it
and squished the back wheel
so thats why I got it for so cheap
but its pretty
and much bigger than the last bike i tried to get from craigslist
my little sister has that one now
but i am done with work now
and should get to class
but being that i do not have any awesome device- ski, bike, or skateboard, ill take my feet.

writing to avoid painting

I have a lot on my mind, but little to write a lot about- ideas lay scattered about in my head, as I sit here in my spotless room, my painting spread out on the floor in the living room and a Matt Marsh at the dining room table, removed from the chaos at 189 in order to finish his essay.
I feel like I've finally reached a point in my life, where I feel confident enough in myself that I don't need to change for people to like me. This, in a way, has made me stronger in my faith, which is, I believe, a juvenile way to grow in my faith, but it is a step nonetheless- it is a way of growing up.

Music: Jose Gonzalez, Ratatat, American Analog Set, Big Blood, Iron and Wine (of course), and the Beatles.

Phrase of the week: We'll see
(last week's- It happens)

bit of fresh air.

Email searches are fun
the number of emails that matched these word searches:
43- bacon
32- longboarding
90- ice cream
320- God
90- sick
190- haha
8- kite
80- horse
817- photo
80- dead
110- tried
130- snow

It's also fun to go back and read old emails to friends- almost like a journal.

Great Quotes from this week:

Visual Anthro Class (during an hour discussion on the political incorrect-ness of the Aunt Jemima Pancake Label

Teacher: "People see the need for a motherly, or matron figure to represent a food. Tony the Tiger cannot cook pancakes"

--- later ---
"The political correctness of the deliciousness of the pancakes" -Student

In the Car:

Me: So if you had to choose between the older era My Little Ponies or the new ones, which one would you choose to date?
Carter: The newer ones of course- They're thinner, curvier, and sexier.

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Its so encouraging to see how God is working in the lives of my friends- how they are excited to serve him. It teaches me a lot.

photos

new photos. yes. after three? months

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