Switchin...

...I think I am going to switch to a dance minor instead of the one that I'm not pursuing.

That makes me happy.
That makes sense.
That makes me happy.
There sometimes feels like there is never enough time.
It always feels like options appear to make semi.the.most sense at the last minute and of the most awkward of times.
How wonderful.

That is all.

Oh. The man behind me is sick. Hawking a snotrocket in public is the most attractive thing in the world. I'm asking him on a date in two seconds. man.of.my.dreams.
I'll let you know how it goes.

Nine=no.

Often, I find myself walking through town or doing everyday activities thinking 'Oh man, x,y,z would make a great blog entry!' or 'Golly, I should really write about that, what an interesting topic to discuss!'. Though it turns out, that I often find myself sittig in front of the computer remembering only the places where I thought of the idea topic...but not the topic itself-instead, I'm left only with the number of ideas I have brainstormed.




So far today, the number is nine.
Nine for nothing. Zero.
Come on brain. Work that memory.
What a brick wall.
But, we will try again tomorrow.



I really like joe purdy lately.
He's fun-Not a zero.

sunday spruce

I don't understand how to start a project takes effort and then to finish the project takes even more effort.

The dishes.
They sit there and sit there...you think 'i should do those'. You do them...but for me, I start to do them, then I decide that I should clean the counters. So...I clean the counters. Then I think 'I should clean the table'. So...I clean the table. Then I think 'I should dust-I already have the things out. It will look so much better if I dust'. So...I dust. Then I think 'I should rearrange the pillows, that will give the living room a fresh look.' So...I rearrange the throw pillows. Then I think, I should put everything else in order that needs to be in order'. So...I shuffle things around until everything looks as close to a "Better Homes and Gardens" cover as I could possible make it-until I look back into the kitchen.

I am sitting in my very clean and newly spruced living room with my computer in tow looking into the kitchen. There still sitting the sink are the dirty dishes waiting to be loaded into the washer, which is still open, as if it's saying "come clean me!!" with it's wide open door. The thing is...I feel as though I've done my part for the day and I don't want to do anything else.

I don't understand how to start a project takes effort and then to finish the project takes even more effort.

Joe Purdy

i hate commercials. they are loud. they are annoying. they are silly.

but this one...i like this one a lot.

four year mark.

...If you were to take all members of facebook and place them on their own little spot within the world's map...they would be the 7th largest country in the entire world.

chew on that for a while.



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I realize that many are caught up in the cliche hub-ub with the commencement of school again-but let me just put my two cents from my life out there.

.today, as a senior (half of one), i sat in the lobby of my building waiting to walk to my freshman geology lab. it was here were i was completely surrounded by obvious freshmen with their glowing eyes and their awkward 'i'm totally comfortable with what's going on' smiles. it was also here were i was confronted by multiple freshmen asking me about my life, major, where i was from, how my summer was, was i excited about the school year, if i was doing ok on campus and everything else that is covered in a small talk sort of way-except my year...it was here when i realized-they think i'm a freshmen! 'are you doing ok with the large campus?'
.i just nodded.

.after the freshmen walked into their freshman lecture like a herd of cattle waiting to either be branded or set free into the field, i remained seated while being stared down with curious eyes. after the doors closed i walked to my natural place within this 'large campus'...next door to my freshmen lab. feeling like a new 'confident' freshman i looked at the wall and saw 109...so since it was on my schedule-i walked in. it wasn't until i realized...'how can you do a lab in a lecture hall', when i walked out-feeling the heat from the gaze of many eyes on my back. outside i asked the man with the clipboard who had directed a few other students to different rooms if he was the TD for a class on this floor. 'NO' was his blatant response. i then asked if he knew where room 109 was. though it wasn't needed i continued: "because i went into that lecture but didn't think it was in there and i was totally lost in this building because it's not my normal building and i thought it was the right room because it's on my schedule...but it's a lecture-not a lab and you had your clipboard so i was just curious if you knew where it was since you look to qualified...' and it was here where i was preparing myself to tell him how i felt like a freshman today but in reality i am a senior when he cleared his throat...and pointed to the wide open door directly in front of us where the rest of my 'fellow' freshmen classmates were staring at us all the while listening to our conversation.



good day.good day.

wow, look at me go.

i know this is old...but i love it all the same.

seven days.

Cinnamon.
The essence of fall.
Pancakes with cinnamon.
The essence of goodness.
The essence of a breakfast for a champion. The breakfast to the start of a very very very long week. A week off. A week of...idolness? Long pointless hours in a coffee shop? Read a book? Begin reading for school? Attempt to become a writer? Pursue life more seriously? Visit the zoo. Go for a walk. Watch the same fifteen movies over and over. Wish that I were a painter? Learn the violin? A week off...what will I do?

.........

Before I graduate-I would like to drive down Moro street the wrong way...just to see what would happen. I feel as if a ticket might be issued-a rather large ticket...but, would it be worth it? I think so.

..........

Though I have a week to myself-a week of freedom...I don't want anyone to move back to town. For two consecutive summers I have lived in this town. I feel that I have some sense of ownership to not want the ones who simply 'go to school here' to move back into town. I don't see that as ok. I LIVE here now. My town. This is silly-I know-especially since we are talking about Manhattan, but after a certain amount of time a community builds. During the summer I feel that in some ways, there is a stronger community that is built rather than ones during the school year. I don't know how it is or in what ways I could describe it...but it's odd and I like it.

On the flip side...if people do not move back into town...then fall will not come and without fall...well let's just say cinnamon would not taste so superb.

blessed be your name.

"it dosn't take a whole day to recognize sunshine"

Song for a Blue Guitar.

Laughter. It has been explained to me that laughter is life's therapy. This is so hard to understand when you're in a rut. It's hard to laugh-it's hard to think-it's hard to ponder-it's hard to do much of anything but dwell on the mishappenings of your life that are bogging you down.


Laughter. Laughter brings about joy-or vice versa. The thing is, once you start laughing-like a really really really hearty laugh, it's so hard to stop. The world has begun to spin about in ways that you never even imagined and it's so exciting and crazy but so comforting at the same time.

Laugh therapy.
Even the tiniest of "ha's" and "he's" are able to spark a smile that is so worth while. It's familiar. Laughing is so familiar. It's funny too that sometimes the more familiar things in life inspire us to laugh more often than not. That joy is brought about by things which are familiar and comfortable to us. That joy is something that runs so deep and sometimes feels that there is no better way to express how dear and blessed we feel besides a smile...followed by a little giggle. A glee full of giggle.

I pray that today we will see the joy that surrounds us. I pray that we will just let the joy fill us and seek for opportunities to admire it, not in worldly things or possesions, but that we admire and are thankful for the blessings that surround us-even when they seem to be blue. I am hopefull that today will be a day of joy.

finding solitude.

exhausted.
i am so exhausted to the point where i can't figure out if i've just burnt all of my ends out and have nothing else or if i'm way past that and now i'm just lazy and am tired from being so lazy. this silly summer haze has smothered my brain so that everything is backside up and i'm looking at the world from a position where the blood is rushing to my head and i just want it to stop. i want to be able to look at the world clearly again without wanting to fall asleep or without wondering if my works are plentiful and purposeful. i want to have the eagerness to write something that i don't almost feel embarrassed about but to become excited to share something amazing, or funny, or worthwhile that might instill a meaningful thought into someones mind.

it's so hard to be intentional and purposeful towards others when you yourself are hanging upside down topsy turvy trying to figure out how to put your feet on the ground to move forward. though...you know...i suppose a good handful of people in the world are hanging that way as well. so i suppose if i'm hanging there with them, we can figure out a way to get down together...?

today i'm going to take a hike. or bake something. or clean something. or walk somewhere. or paint something. today i'm going to do something though...something that i have not done in a long time that is much overdue-taking a period of time in solitude. not a short quiet time like a do daily-but to take the entire day to spend it in solitude.