(First posted on xanga, May 26, 2007)
This may turn out to be a quick update or a rambling spree...
Saturday's Six Flags trip was aMAZing!!! It really was so good to see my friends again. (And the coasters were cool, too.) Some highlights from the escapade: Off-roading to Waffle House, Fa ra ra ra raaa, Millie accidentally making fun of people, Singing Wicked throughout the park, Screaming at the top of my lungs on Acrophobia, Making up stories, Getting wet, Gotham City, The Mark of the Beast... sort of, Delicious pizza at Molly's house, Sharalyn's hiccups, Wesley and Nathan imitating each other, Awkward hugs, and The almost extremely dangerous ride home with Devon. It took me nine pages to write about it all in my journal.
I'm so glad that everything worked out and that everybody who came got to come. I was pretty sure that it all would work out, but there was always a nagging feeling telling me otherwise. I've thought about that feeling and I think that it comes up a lot. All during high school, I remember it because so many times, I wouldn't be allowed to go with my friends to this or that. I got to one point where I just wouldn't ask my parents if I could go, because I would just resign myself to their sure-to-be "No." Also, Christian, from my senior class, always wanted to hang out with everybody so he'd make "plans," but they were never thought out enough or something, so they'd always fall through. I wouldn't say that I'm used to disappointment. In fact, I may have learned through all of this to just not expect the best so I won't be disappointed. My dad always said to expect the worst and then if something better happens, you'll be pleasantly surprised. He said this in jest, but it kind of stuck, I guess. I remember when I had been cut in the head by some glass and I had to go to the doctor, Dad kept telling me many things like how the doctors were going to have to do major surgery or how they'd probably just have to go an amputate my whole head. These things were outrageous, of course, and I suppose he was trying to cheer me up. (It didn't really work because I was just scared of whatever the doctor was going to do, even if he decided to just put on some butterfly stitches.)
So, I doubt that it was the plan, but all of that kind of put this idea in my head. Is it a bad thing? I don't think it's definitely a bad thing. Is it normal to be second guessing everything with an "is this really going to work?" Would it be better to just go head first and hope for the best? It would cut down on worrying and over-analyzing the subject. I think I might have a habit of doing that, by the way... But in general, I'm not one to be expecting the worst, I'm sure you know. I hope you know. But you are able to see me from the outside while I'm probably only seeing what I want to see of myself from the inside. I consider myself to be pretty optimistic, but there are times when I just don't see how something will work, and I'll voice my opinion.
That reminds me of the time... In 11th grade, many of my friends were in a group that sang for chapel and did little skits and stuff. Julie had an idea for a skit and we were working on it during practice. (Some background: Julie and I used to be best friends... six years ago, and we often don't see eye to eye, but we tolerate each other. I guess we just have good days and bad days. Bad days have been at an all-time low, by the way.) So! Julie was working on this skit of hers and we were all trying to figure out when would be the best time to put it on. It was sort of coming together, so Julie (and maybe some supporters, I can't remember) wanted to do it the next chapel. The way I saw it: everyone was just starting to get the hang of the skit, and we could use at least one more practice. I did voice my opinion and Julie got upset. We went on about it for a while, I think and eventually Julie yelled, "Why do you have to be so pessimistic about EVrything!?!" (I remember that part perfectly.) Then she stormed out of the chapel, and practice was over. Maybe I just never liked Julie's ideas. Maybe I've just changed since then. Maybe I do always keep the bad side of things in mind. I'm not worrying about this, am I? Fine. Enough of that.
Back to life: I'm working at Walgreens as a photo specialist, now! I still have the job at the uniform shop and I think I'll be planning that job around this one because Walgreens is giving me more hours (and more money). This will be my third day of training/work. The other photo specialists have been nice and patient with teaching me. There's Jodi, who's probably in her late 30's, and Shannen, who's exactly one year older than me. There's also another new guy who's going got be a photo specialist, Andrew, who they hired about the same time as they hired me. I'd guess he's a year or two younger than me... The managers are nice and helpful. I bet it's odd for them to have two trainees at the same time and in the same department, no less.
So far I've learned how to develop the film we get, how to print out the images, gut negatives, use the register, and other stuff. Oh, here's something kinda cool: Whoever opens up in the morning has to run tests on all of the machines. The boxes holding the paper and film strips for the tests are located in the depths of the Arctic freezer which I have fondly nicknamed Siberia. I got to go to Siberia four times yesterday! When one has the test strip boxes, one takes the "dark room" to them. Yes. The dark room is sort of like a black mini pop-up tent with arm whole sticking out that one sets up on the counter. Then, one places the boxes inside the dark room, zips it up, and places one's arms inside. One moves the test strips to their containers inside the dark room so that the strips won't get exposed to the light. Then, you move on to other parts of the tests. But I thought that that part was neat, especially Siberia.
Mom and Taylor are out of school, now so the dynamics of the house may change, but so far, so good. I always have escapes for when I want to be alone. I don't think that I should try to be alone so much, though. Nah, Taylor and I need to hang out, even if it's playing LOTR Risk on the dining room table. So, I negate that second sentence up there. It will be good. And hopefully, I'll be able to get with Peter, Wendy, and Justin more this summer. And I need to remember to put aside time for the things that I love. Right now, those things are my violin and my woods, and then reading is next on the list. Sleeping is great, but I'd be more productive if I didn't take up about ten hours of my day for it whenever I could.
So, all is good in my world. Wow. Keep your eyes open, Lindsay, for ways that you can reach out and help those whose worlds aren't as good as yours is. And don't be afraid when that time comes. That's part of the reason God fills us up, right? So that we can pour our lives into others?
K, I'm just ending here with some closing remarks. 1. Actually, nothing comes to mind 2. Ah, here we go: I miss my friends, not too badly, but just enough 3. Being busy tends to keep my mind of things, such as how much I miss people 4. I've been listening to Relient K tons more lately because I've been driving more 5. Pirates of the Caribbean III, At World's End - go see it so that I can talk to someone about it! Alrighty then, ciao for now!
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Thursday, May 17, 2007
A pretty good day
I sometimes don't like posting on xanga all of the time because I'm afraid that getting all of those "daffodils_for_lindsay has posted a new blog entry" emails will get on my subscribers' nerves. But, I suppose that they could always unsubscribe if they wanted to. Yeah, that's right. So, tough luck, readers.
I still like American Chinese food. Pork lo mein never disappoints me. But I still have a craving for a crab rangoon, from Chin Chin, if possible.
On the way home, I was telling my mom how I needed to get some books to take to work because it gets very boring very often. I had the brilliant idea to go to the library, and Mom told me of a book that she already has that I might like: "The Last Sin Eater."
"Oh, is that the book that they made the movie out of?"
"Yes, I wanted to see that, but I haven't been able to. But I have the book somewhere."
So when we got home, I went off in search of the book. I checked the den and then Mom's bookcase upstairs before I went to the dark depths of the basement. But I didn't even find this book in the basement! I looked at every book sitting on the two bookcases behind the treadmill next to the ancient piano. I did find lots of other neat and interesting books, though. How to Find your way Outdoors, 8 of the Left Behind books, The Screwtape Letters, many a Stephen King novel (from my parents' earlier days), and three Frank Perretti books. Two Treasure Islands, two Redeeming Loves, tons of my mom's old text books about teaching and psychology and eve some about math, a book on how to write bestselling fiction, 1984 (I think that was the title), my parents' old yearbooks and an old church directory from California (very old).
I did happen to find three particularly interesting books that I sat down to read right there on the treadmill. I was down there at least an hour, probably more, reading about wizards and witches, fairies and elves, and dragons. My favorite story from the first book is about the Russian Baba Yaga and the beautiful Vasilisa who lived in the same creepy woods nearby. Vasilisa's stepmother and sisters send her to the witch, Baba Yaga's house to fetch a light, hoping to get rid of her, but Vasilisa's magical doll protects her and Vasilisa ends up with a fairytale ending and a Tsar husband.
In the second book, most of the stories had the same general idea: mortal falls in love with immortal and dies of heartache because they can never be together, or something along those lines. The mortal usually dies. Yeah. This one prince was going to marry a beautiful lady/fairy/creature before his mentor saw her for who she was and warned him against the marriage. This lady transformed into her true self, a scaly and ghastly serpent at the wedding and then, poof, she was gone. The prince was devastated and died. Whatever. I did like a lot of the stories, though.
In the third book, I got to read about dragons in Scotland, Norway, China, and Japan. The story that stick out the most to me is the one about a Japanese man who was banished because an expensive pearl that he was in charge of got lost at sea, in the water-realm of a sea-dragon, no less. So this fellow settles in a fishing village and falls in love with an ama, a woman who dives for shellfish for a living. They get married and although he loves his new bride, the man still misses his old life. Upon hearing his troubles, the ama decided to prove her love for him and goes into the sea to search for the pearl. She dives far down to the bottom of the ocean and sees a dragon's cave. She sneaks in and steals the pearl bu not without being seen. The sea-dragon sends out his minions to retrieve his precious jewel and so the brilliant girl slashes her chest open so she can have a safe place to hide the pearl. Now having both hands free, she is able to safely make her way back to her beloved. She returns the pearl, but the wound she gave herself was fatal and she died. The end.
There was another dragon story I like about a sea dragon called a Drac captured a nursing human mother so that she could nurse his own dragon offspring. The Drac removed the mother's memory and she became his slave, but she was not unhappy. She lived on with her life under the sea as if in a trance. And this salve that the Drac had her put on the baby dragon's eyes every night, well, whenever she rubbed her eyes, the salve would settle there, too. After seven years, the Drac didn't need the mother anymore, but instead of killing her, he set her free. He did take care of his baby, after all. The mother ambled through the village in a daze and somehow managed to make her way to her own home. Her now older husband and child recognized her and some of her memory came back. She could not, however, remember anything of her life under water. One day, while she was in the marketplace, she saw the Drac amongst the villagers. She was shocked and tried to tell the other villagers, but they could not see the dragon. The Drac noticed that the woman could see him and he covered her left eye. "Can you see me now," he asked her. She nodded. He then moved to cover her right eye. "Can you see me now?" She said no and then she screamed in pain for the dragon took out her right eye with its claw because that was the eye that had dragon sight from the salve she had put on the baby dragon's eyes. So the woman lived half-blind for the rest of her days. She continued to tell the story of the dragon and she kept trying to warn people, but they never believed her, even though children disappeared form the village for no reason. The end. Again.
Hm, so these were somewhat morbid, I guess, but there are happy endings, too, with no one dying. Like the one where the beautiful maiden finds a handsome man, Tam Lin who is trapped in servitude to the fairy queen. The two mortals fall in love and the mad follows Tam Lin's instructions on how to save him. As the fairy party rides by on their jet black horses, she waits until Tam Lin passes by on his milky white stead. She throws her arms around him and pulls him from his saddle. The fairy queen shrieks and whirls around crying out magic spells. The maiden instinctively tightens her hold on Tam Lin but her hands don't feel his fine clothes anymore, but instead, a snakes scaly skin. She is holding onto a snake! But she doesn't let go, for Tam Lin told her that the fairy queen's power can only be broken by a lover's hold (or something like that...). The fairy queen utters more incantations and the snake turns into a huge bear that is swatting and clawing at the poor maiden but she still holds on. Another spell and the bear turns to a swan that flaps and pecks at the girl's cheeks. Finally the swan is turned into a bar of lead, but it is scalding and burning the maiden's flesh! She knows that this is the final test and she rushes with the bar to a well and lets it drop in the water where it sizzles then cools. Out steps Tam Lin, free from the power of the fairy queen. The queen's shriekings are barely heard because the lovers are too happy to care. The end. One last time.
Fun stuff. I like it. And now it's late. Good night.
I still like American Chinese food. Pork lo mein never disappoints me. But I still have a craving for a crab rangoon, from Chin Chin, if possible.
On the way home, I was telling my mom how I needed to get some books to take to work because it gets very boring very often. I had the brilliant idea to go to the library, and Mom told me of a book that she already has that I might like: "The Last Sin Eater."
"Oh, is that the book that they made the movie out of?"
"Yes, I wanted to see that, but I haven't been able to. But I have the book somewhere."
So when we got home, I went off in search of the book. I checked the den and then Mom's bookcase upstairs before I went to the dark depths of the basement. But I didn't even find this book in the basement! I looked at every book sitting on the two bookcases behind the treadmill next to the ancient piano. I did find lots of other neat and interesting books, though. How to Find your way Outdoors, 8 of the Left Behind books, The Screwtape Letters, many a Stephen King novel (from my parents' earlier days), and three Frank Perretti books. Two Treasure Islands, two Redeeming Loves, tons of my mom's old text books about teaching and psychology and eve some about math, a book on how to write bestselling fiction, 1984 (I think that was the title), my parents' old yearbooks and an old church directory from California (very old).
I did happen to find three particularly interesting books that I sat down to read right there on the treadmill. I was down there at least an hour, probably more, reading about wizards and witches, fairies and elves, and dragons. My favorite story from the first book is about the Russian Baba Yaga and the beautiful Vasilisa who lived in the same creepy woods nearby. Vasilisa's stepmother and sisters send her to the witch, Baba Yaga's house to fetch a light, hoping to get rid of her, but Vasilisa's magical doll protects her and Vasilisa ends up with a fairytale ending and a Tsar husband.
In the second book, most of the stories had the same general idea: mortal falls in love with immortal and dies of heartache because they can never be together, or something along those lines. The mortal usually dies. Yeah. This one prince was going to marry a beautiful lady/fairy/creature before his mentor saw her for who she was and warned him against the marriage. This lady transformed into her true self, a scaly and ghastly serpent at the wedding and then, poof, she was gone. The prince was devastated and died. Whatever. I did like a lot of the stories, though.
In the third book, I got to read about dragons in Scotland, Norway, China, and Japan. The story that stick out the most to me is the one about a Japanese man who was banished because an expensive pearl that he was in charge of got lost at sea, in the water-realm of a sea-dragon, no less. So this fellow settles in a fishing village and falls in love with an ama, a woman who dives for shellfish for a living. They get married and although he loves his new bride, the man still misses his old life. Upon hearing his troubles, the ama decided to prove her love for him and goes into the sea to search for the pearl. She dives far down to the bottom of the ocean and sees a dragon's cave. She sneaks in and steals the pearl bu not without being seen. The sea-dragon sends out his minions to retrieve his precious jewel and so the brilliant girl slashes her chest open so she can have a safe place to hide the pearl. Now having both hands free, she is able to safely make her way back to her beloved. She returns the pearl, but the wound she gave herself was fatal and she died. The end.
There was another dragon story I like about a sea dragon called a Drac captured a nursing human mother so that she could nurse his own dragon offspring. The Drac removed the mother's memory and she became his slave, but she was not unhappy. She lived on with her life under the sea as if in a trance. And this salve that the Drac had her put on the baby dragon's eyes every night, well, whenever she rubbed her eyes, the salve would settle there, too. After seven years, the Drac didn't need the mother anymore, but instead of killing her, he set her free. He did take care of his baby, after all. The mother ambled through the village in a daze and somehow managed to make her way to her own home. Her now older husband and child recognized her and some of her memory came back. She could not, however, remember anything of her life under water. One day, while she was in the marketplace, she saw the Drac amongst the villagers. She was shocked and tried to tell the other villagers, but they could not see the dragon. The Drac noticed that the woman could see him and he covered her left eye. "Can you see me now," he asked her. She nodded. He then moved to cover her right eye. "Can you see me now?" She said no and then she screamed in pain for the dragon took out her right eye with its claw because that was the eye that had dragon sight from the salve she had put on the baby dragon's eyes. So the woman lived half-blind for the rest of her days. She continued to tell the story of the dragon and she kept trying to warn people, but they never believed her, even though children disappeared form the village for no reason. The end. Again.
Hm, so these were somewhat morbid, I guess, but there are happy endings, too, with no one dying. Like the one where the beautiful maiden finds a handsome man, Tam Lin who is trapped in servitude to the fairy queen. The two mortals fall in love and the mad follows Tam Lin's instructions on how to save him. As the fairy party rides by on their jet black horses, she waits until Tam Lin passes by on his milky white stead. She throws her arms around him and pulls him from his saddle. The fairy queen shrieks and whirls around crying out magic spells. The maiden instinctively tightens her hold on Tam Lin but her hands don't feel his fine clothes anymore, but instead, a snakes scaly skin. She is holding onto a snake! But she doesn't let go, for Tam Lin told her that the fairy queen's power can only be broken by a lover's hold (or something like that...). The fairy queen utters more incantations and the snake turns into a huge bear that is swatting and clawing at the poor maiden but she still holds on. Another spell and the bear turns to a swan that flaps and pecks at the girl's cheeks. Finally the swan is turned into a bar of lead, but it is scalding and burning the maiden's flesh! She knows that this is the final test and she rushes with the bar to a well and lets it drop in the water where it sizzles then cools. Out steps Tam Lin, free from the power of the fairy queen. The queen's shriekings are barely heard because the lovers are too happy to care. The end. One last time.
Fun stuff. I like it. And now it's late. Good night.
Saturday, May 12, 2007
First day of work!
I hate having to write about my first job experience at the age of 18. I've never had a job before, except babysitting, and I've been out of the loop. Really. I think everyone else in my graduating class of ten got a job before me, well, everyone but Trey, but he doesn't count. And I don't know about Amanda, but she doesn't count, either. And quite a few of my friends got jobs their 10th or 11th grade year. It's true that I didn't have too much time to devote to a job, especially during the school year because volleyball season was in the fall, then orchestra, and then cheer leading. Wednesdays were for church, and I wouldn't be allowed to work on Sundays even if I wanted to. But, here I am, writing about my first two hours of working! And I'm excited!
I guess I should tell you about where I work, first. It's a uniform and embroidery shop. It sells the scrub uniforms for vets and doctors. We sell some stethoscopes and Crocks and name tag holders and such. There are three girls, all of them in high school, I think, who work there already. Their names are Adrienne, Autumn, and Ariel. Needless to say, I feel out of place because my name doesn't start with an "A." :)
So I went in today at 2 so that Adrienne could show me the ropes. We had inventory to put into the computer and we printed out tags for the scrubs and attached them. Yes, I learned all that good stuff and how to record what sales happened during the day. I learned how to take a sale and how to lock up. I guess that's about it. We stayed busy with teaching me for the two hours I was there, and then it was over. There's not going to be too much to do at this job, so I will have to be entertaining myself a lot. I can work on my whistling!
When I came home, I smelled dump cake when I walked inside. Dump cake is an amazing thing. If you've never had it, you must before you die. It turns out, though, that it wasn't dump cake that I smelled. Mom and Taylor were baking something else, though. They say it's a surprise but I know that it has chocolate frosting. We are going to be having chicken pie for dinner and that is always delicious.
So now, I'm blogging and organizing my Imeem playlist. Imeem has recently decided to only play a thirty second preview for many of the songs on my playlist. (Here (In your arms) by Hellogoodbye included. grrr.) So I'm going through and deleting all of those. All of my foreign songs have passed the test and I'm in the Celtic section right now, but I have a feeling that I'll have to be deleting a lot more when I get to the hip hop songs. Whup, "Last Rose of Summer" must be deleted. It's such a beautiful song, and I am going to miss it. "Open Skies," "Blessed be Your Name," "In Christ Alone," "More Love, More Power," (by Jeff Deyo)... Nooo! "Breathe you In" by Thousand Foot Krutch! And I'm way too cheap to just buy these songs from iTunes. Darn. All of the Relient K songs... I don't really know why I'm writing all of this. Eh, because I feel like it? Sorry, but this is my blog. I know that certain people to read this, but I figure that a glimpse into the songs that I like won't hurt you, then. Right?
"Consume Me," "In the Light"... Whew, "Africa" is safe! (Maybe I'll be able to come back to this list and see the songs that I miss and then, I'll be grateful to myself for typing all of this out and posting it on here. Just a thought.) "Talk" by Coldplay, "It Ends Tonight," "How to Save a Life," "Bitter Sweet Symphony"... :( Well, all of the rap and the Disney songs are safe, too. Oh that last sentence cracks me up. So, that's about it. If you like, here's a link to my new and improved Imeem playlist: http://kissick.imeem.com/playlist/7MLZVl6V/ But I'm pretty sure that you have to have an account to listen to it. Ok, that's all I have to say. Well not really. As you may have discovered by now, I could go on forever and ever. But I will spare you and end this right here. No, right... here. Here!
I guess I should tell you about where I work, first. It's a uniform and embroidery shop. It sells the scrub uniforms for vets and doctors. We sell some stethoscopes and Crocks and name tag holders and such. There are three girls, all of them in high school, I think, who work there already. Their names are Adrienne, Autumn, and Ariel. Needless to say, I feel out of place because my name doesn't start with an "A." :)
So I went in today at 2 so that Adrienne could show me the ropes. We had inventory to put into the computer and we printed out tags for the scrubs and attached them. Yes, I learned all that good stuff and how to record what sales happened during the day. I learned how to take a sale and how to lock up. I guess that's about it. We stayed busy with teaching me for the two hours I was there, and then it was over. There's not going to be too much to do at this job, so I will have to be entertaining myself a lot. I can work on my whistling!
When I came home, I smelled dump cake when I walked inside. Dump cake is an amazing thing. If you've never had it, you must before you die. It turns out, though, that it wasn't dump cake that I smelled. Mom and Taylor were baking something else, though. They say it's a surprise but I know that it has chocolate frosting. We are going to be having chicken pie for dinner and that is always delicious.
So now, I'm blogging and organizing my Imeem playlist. Imeem has recently decided to only play a thirty second preview for many of the songs on my playlist. (Here (In your arms) by Hellogoodbye included. grrr.) So I'm going through and deleting all of those. All of my foreign songs have passed the test and I'm in the Celtic section right now, but I have a feeling that I'll have to be deleting a lot more when I get to the hip hop songs. Whup, "Last Rose of Summer" must be deleted. It's such a beautiful song, and I am going to miss it. "Open Skies," "Blessed be Your Name," "In Christ Alone," "More Love, More Power," (by Jeff Deyo)... Nooo! "Breathe you In" by Thousand Foot Krutch! And I'm way too cheap to just buy these songs from iTunes. Darn. All of the Relient K songs... I don't really know why I'm writing all of this. Eh, because I feel like it? Sorry, but this is my blog. I know that certain people to read this, but I figure that a glimpse into the songs that I like won't hurt you, then. Right?
"Consume Me," "In the Light"... Whew, "Africa" is safe! (Maybe I'll be able to come back to this list and see the songs that I miss and then, I'll be grateful to myself for typing all of this out and posting it on here. Just a thought.) "Talk" by Coldplay, "It Ends Tonight," "How to Save a Life," "Bitter Sweet Symphony"... :( Well, all of the rap and the Disney songs are safe, too. Oh that last sentence cracks me up. So, that's about it. If you like, here's a link to my new and improved Imeem playlist: http://kissick.imeem.com/playlist/7MLZVl6V/ But I'm pretty sure that you have to have an account to listen to it. Ok, that's all I have to say. Well not really. As you may have discovered by now, I could go on forever and ever. But I will spare you and end this right here. No, right... here. Here!
Monday, May 7, 2007
First post of the summer!
(This was first posted on xanga and it was addressed to my college readers.)
Okay, these topics aren't too offaly sporadic, but they don't really segue into one another... So here we go!
Because I want to go through the... WAAK! My family just got home! My Daddy's home from Russia! Oh I'm so happy! So I'm going to come back a finish this... not that it was really started in the first place. But I'll just save this as a draft and then come back to it. K? k. Wait. Well, apparently, I can't save this as a draft like I can on my other blog, so I'm just going to publish this and then come back. Alright, talk to you soon!
Tada! I'm back and ready to write! Dad's all good, by the way. We got t o see his pictures and he got to see Irina which is great, but he didn't get to see little Nastya and he doesn't even know where she is to contact her. :( But anyways...
So, I will tell you these things as they happened, and the first thing to tell happened yesterday afternoon. I was going to go to Heritage Church, which is not my home church, but my school church, for the evening while Mom and Tay went to my church for Awana. But when I got in the truck to drive away, it wouldn't go in reverse and I couldn't get out of the garage. I called Mom and told her about it and when she got home, she found that the emergency brake had been on. oops. So I stayed home with Riley and with music for the evening.
The next exciting thing happened today. To start off, I got about 11 hours of sleep last night, and I'm stoked about that! I had tortellini for my first meal and I eventually started to unpack and sort my stuff. (Most of it is put away now.) I went through one box and found a box of sidewalk chalk. I thought that it'd be fun to draw on the sidewalk and I decided to draw some kind of Welcome Back sign for Dad. So I did this. I opened up the garage door so Riley could have some free time. Well, she had a lot of free time. She sort of ran away. Now, usually she'll stay around the house and she for the longest time, and she'd come back to me when I called her, but for a while, I didn't pay attention to her. When I looked back up to call her, she didn't come back. I yelled and whistled for a long time until I figured that I'd better go out looking for her. I went back inside, turned off my music, put on normal clothes (I'd been in my pajamas), put up my hair, grabbed my cell phone (which had a missed call number on it...), locked up the house, snatched Riley's leash and went off in pursuit! I was yelling and walking and thinking about how stupid I looked. Thankfully, I didn't have to look stupid for long because Riley was only two houses down sniffing the neighbor's yard. I hooked the leash onto her collar and ran around the neighborhood with her for a while before she got tired. I guess running away can take a lot out of you. I brought her back to the house and put her in the backyard. It was hot. I went to the pool intended to just dip my legs in the water, but the water was surprisingly warm and inviting. So I swam. I swam in my clothes for about five minutes. When I got out of the pool, I didn't have a with which to dry off so I hustled upstairs to the bathroom so I wouldn't get the carpet wet. And that's about the end of that adventure.
Every thing's green here at home and it's beautiful. My house is surrounded by trees and I love it. I never realize how much I miss some things until I'm with them again. Take Taylor periodically opening the back door to screech at the squirrels for example. And I like having the piano to myself and not having anyone else who knows how to play around to hear me. :) And I have my own soft bed and my own room decorated the way I want it to be decorated. And, oh the windows! I open up the blinds and green pours in with the light! I tell you what, college friends, it's good to be back in my element. Is that the right word to use? I think it is, and even if it isn't, it's the right word now.
I just remembered something else that I wanted to say! There's some leftover candy from Valentine's and the raspberry flavored dark chocolate is still exceptionally good! And, I'm going to be making contact with a lady about a job at her uniform shop soon. ehh... Hm, my nails are too long. I need to file them... Not now, but later. But I am going to stop now. I'll keep you posted, my faithful readers. May your summer days be merry and bright!
Okay, these topics aren't too offaly sporadic, but they don't really segue into one another... So here we go!
Because I want to go through the... WAAK! My family just got home! My Daddy's home from Russia! Oh I'm so happy! So I'm going to come back a finish this... not that it was really started in the first place. But I'll just save this as a draft and then come back to it. K? k. Wait. Well, apparently, I can't save this as a draft like I can on my other blog, so I'm just going to publish this and then come back. Alright, talk to you soon!
Tada! I'm back and ready to write! Dad's all good, by the way. We got t o see his pictures and he got to see Irina which is great, but he didn't get to see little Nastya and he doesn't even know where she is to contact her. :( But anyways...
So, I will tell you these things as they happened, and the first thing to tell happened yesterday afternoon. I was going to go to Heritage Church, which is not my home church, but my school church, for the evening while Mom and Tay went to my church for Awana. But when I got in the truck to drive away, it wouldn't go in reverse and I couldn't get out of the garage. I called Mom and told her about it and when she got home, she found that the emergency brake had been on. oops. So I stayed home with Riley and with music for the evening.
The next exciting thing happened today. To start off, I got about 11 hours of sleep last night, and I'm stoked about that! I had tortellini for my first meal and I eventually started to unpack and sort my stuff. (Most of it is put away now.) I went through one box and found a box of sidewalk chalk. I thought that it'd be fun to draw on the sidewalk and I decided to draw some kind of Welcome Back sign for Dad. So I did this. I opened up the garage door so Riley could have some free time. Well, she had a lot of free time. She sort of ran away. Now, usually she'll stay around the house and she for the longest time, and she'd come back to me when I called her, but for a while, I didn't pay attention to her. When I looked back up to call her, she didn't come back. I yelled and whistled for a long time until I figured that I'd better go out looking for her. I went back inside, turned off my music, put on normal clothes (I'd been in my pajamas), put up my hair, grabbed my cell phone (which had a missed call number on it...), locked up the house, snatched Riley's leash and went off in pursuit! I was yelling and walking and thinking about how stupid I looked. Thankfully, I didn't have to look stupid for long because Riley was only two houses down sniffing the neighbor's yard. I hooked the leash onto her collar and ran around the neighborhood with her for a while before she got tired. I guess running away can take a lot out of you. I brought her back to the house and put her in the backyard. It was hot. I went to the pool intended to just dip my legs in the water, but the water was surprisingly warm and inviting. So I swam. I swam in my clothes for about five minutes. When I got out of the pool, I didn't have a with which to dry off so I hustled upstairs to the bathroom so I wouldn't get the carpet wet. And that's about the end of that adventure.
Every thing's green here at home and it's beautiful. My house is surrounded by trees and I love it. I never realize how much I miss some things until I'm with them again. Take Taylor periodically opening the back door to screech at the squirrels for example. And I like having the piano to myself and not having anyone else who knows how to play around to hear me. :) And I have my own soft bed and my own room decorated the way I want it to be decorated. And, oh the windows! I open up the blinds and green pours in with the light! I tell you what, college friends, it's good to be back in my element. Is that the right word to use? I think it is, and even if it isn't, it's the right word now.
I just remembered something else that I wanted to say! There's some leftover candy from Valentine's and the raspberry flavored dark chocolate is still exceptionally good! And, I'm going to be making contact with a lady about a job at her uniform shop soon. ehh... Hm, my nails are too long. I need to file them... Not now, but later. But I am going to stop now. I'll keep you posted, my faithful readers. May your summer days be merry and bright!
Friday, May 4, 2007
Untitled again
Ah! I'm leaving campus tomorrow! Once again, I ask time to wait up for me. Tim isn't listening, and I don't think I can do anything to get her attention.
But, I'm remembering that this summer will be good. I'l be making some money, too, and that's very good. And yeah, solitude and recharging and family and friends and food. I guess I just need reminders that this will be good.
Ugh, this post is redundant. I just keep writing about the same things how I'm going to miss my friends here. Well, I guess I've written enough about it.
But, I'm remembering that this summer will be good. I'l be making some money, too, and that's very good. And yeah, solitude and recharging and family and friends and food. I guess I just need reminders that this will be good.
Ugh, this post is redundant. I just keep writing about the same things how I'm going to miss my friends here. Well, I guess I've written enough about it.
Thursday, May 3, 2007
Starting to Pack
So I'm taking down the stuff on my shelves and I am loath to throw away my Red Bull can collection and my Strawberry Nectar can. But I have this consolation: I can start a new collection next year. Yeah, I'm having to throw away some memories because I can't take them with me, but I will be able to make new ones.
Ughhh
I finished my last exam about 10 minutes ago. No more freshman. It's weird. Time flies. Too fast. Slow down. I want more time. I don't want to go away. I'm going to miss you. I already do. great.
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
Being sad
Everything seems surreal. I'm not very busy and sometimes I feel like I'm just floating through this time. I said good bye to Wesley yesterday. I miss my friend Nathan who's away on his senior trip. Two of my friends are sad, and I see it a lot on one's face. Millie's leaving tomorrow and she started to take down her pictures today. I've been listening to the Narnia and FOTR soundtracks a lot lately and I wish that I could just cue the music to "The Breaking of the Fellowship" when I'm saying good bye to my friends. I don't want to pack. I don't want all of the boxes in our hall. I don't want Millie to leave.
My consolation: it is good to be away from people for a while. It's not that I don't want to be with them, but it is nice to have some solitude. It will be good to be home with the family and the dog and the woods. I know that I'm going to miss my friends terribly, though, especially a few people in particular. It's killing me already. Yeah, I miss them already.
I just want to stay here and I just want to go home, both at the same time. I'm just a sad and pathetic little girl.
My consolation: it is good to be away from people for a while. It's not that I don't want to be with them, but it is nice to have some solitude. It will be good to be home with the family and the dog and the woods. I know that I'm going to miss my friends terribly, though, especially a few people in particular. It's killing me already. Yeah, I miss them already.
I just want to stay here and I just want to go home, both at the same time. I'm just a sad and pathetic little girl.
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