Dear Blog. I feel as though I should begin this entry with a formal greeting such as this for the simple fact that the time and energy I've spent thinking about my blog amounts to that of a complete stranger-zilch. There have been eggs that I've spent more time, consideration and inspection with recently...Blog, please accept my sincerest appology for blogging failure. I will now spend more time jotting down blogging ideas when at the store rather than creating insufficient bonds with produce items.
Obsessions are not good things-in no way do I condone having obsessions. However, I am about to immediately contradict myself at this very moment. Instead of concocting brilliant blog posts, I instead have been finding that I drift into the land of the following...My current loves and 'obsessions' in life that are small and insignificant to some...but for me, however odd they might be, light up my world like a giant patch of sunflowers.
number one
All things fall.
number two
The absolute beautiful, admirable, and strong people I'm blessed to have in my life. Elephants are my favorite animals for a reason...
I'm taking the day. Today I'm taking my day. I'm taking the day to rethink. recharge. redirect. whatever other ditty you might think of that fits the definition of my day. Today I'm taking the afternoon in solitude to try and figure out why it is that we do what we do. Why it is that we desire the things we desire. Take a little stroll. Revisit the life I think of often and the things that made me fall in love with this town. Try and find the sun within this bittersweet rainy October day. James Taylor could will help me with that. I mean, he's seen fire and he's rain but most of all...he's seen sunny days that he never thought would end. He knows what's up.
The trees is a changin and boy they are pretty. Fall seems to have happened overnight. I fell asleep to Sisterhood of the Traveling pants with their summer rays and woke up to the set of Stepmom with these beautiful leaves that look as though they've been shipped from the east of New York themselves...It makes me feel as though they've gone on a vacation and left me here all year to fend for myself. The green to Iceland...the plum to England...and the speckled-the speckled ones are a real treat. They floated to Italy where they once felt the brushes of Monet himself. Oh how I wish I could be a tree sometimes. Plant my roots solidly, yet all the while my leaves would fly far far away. Corny right? I'm working on a show right now and am very much in touch with my teenage aspirations and rhyming 'daydreaming' sequences. Yet...as of late, they are not my own.
Just an observation, but it's very rare that we take our masks off. Any of us. I mean sure we're honest and true for the most part...but there's always that one fear, that one flaw, that one crack in our lives that we've spackled so well that it's hard to even see where it is on the wall. Which in a way, is wonderful...The importance of safely mending yourself must not be overlooked but I feel there is also something to be said for knowing and understand where it is and why it is there. There is also something to be said for taking a risk of vulnerability. Though a new coat of paint over this mend is all well and good...It makes it hard to relate to someone when they have bravely allowed that black mark to stand out vulnerably and say 'this is who i am'.
Venice. I would like to visit Venice someday. Or Iceland. Or even New York. You know, Meg Ryan states it so true that fall definitely issues the right to buy a bouquet of sharpened pencils. It just seems right. Maybe my acting 'skills' will help me transform into a tree. Then I could travel 'round the whooooole world. Those trees man...maybe it's those trees that know what's up.
it's been a crazy weekend. picnic at the park. dinner with friends. second city show (of which i watched two of the best skits ever 'no one reads your blog' and 'that's fall'.
cleaned house. ...or at least i attempted to...
rehearsals. amazing roommate time. spent tons of time on the porch.
spent time with friends.
my parents took me to dinner. started a book.
enjoyed a weekend full of live music.
and practiced par core.
more importantly...as of thirty forty minutes ago...it is now time to celebrate the best day of the year.
Two stairs up. Two stairs down. A smile forever. Two little legs have not carried for long. Yet the first, smiled forever. The eyes of the watchful hold fast and strong with, a smile so long as forever.
The hope of the first, The will of the second, Followed by relief of the third which inspires the descent... ...further and further. Two stairs up. Two stairs down. A smile forever.
Two little legs with ease and grace. Two wide eyes searching for a familiar face. Humbling and warm. Hopeful for more... Those of the watchfaul have faith in the soul- that that smile, that beautiful smile is forevermore.
...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.
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.
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.
...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.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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.
word [wurd]
–noun
1. a unit of language, consisting of one or more spoken SOUNDS or their written
representation, that functions as a principal carrier of MEANING.
2. speech or talk: to express one's EMOTION in words; Words mean little when
action is called for.
3. the text or lyrics of a song as distinguished from the MUSIC.
4. (initial capital letter) Also called the Word, the Word of GOD.
All things fall. 
The absolute beautiful, admirable, and strong people I'm blessed to have in my life. Elephants are my favorite animals for a reason...
Really awful-but really hilarious tattoos. 
cute little things...like my puppy.
