This crazy-ass dream is making some headway.
So it's 2:30 in the afternoon and I just remembered a dream I had last night. In my dream I was watching cartoons in my dorm room. Yes... I know... cartoons. Then I got up to put something away in my dresser. But I noticed something unusual about my fish tank. There were like 10 Pokemon just floating around in my fish's tank with it... hanging out. And I said, if you were going to have company, you should have told me. Then I dumped a bunch of fish food in the tank for all of them. That was the only reaction I had in the dream. I didn't even think it was strange that that had happened. Oh boy... but now I do.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Come on Sucker Lick my Battery
Within the last 48 hours I have had my hair pulled out, butt slapped, harassed about not lettings someone sit on my lap, hands cemented, inhaled toxic fumes and used the word poop three times in a chapel service... all's fair in a weekend at good old camp.
It was a really good weekend, and it was nice to get back out to camp for a while. Now, all I find myself asking is, "Is it summer yet...?" Soon enough dear friends. I made some really fun mosaics on Saturday and a cool charcoal drawing.
We were playing board games on Saturday night, and I had Flight of the Conchords lyrics in my head.... Well I was sitting across from a camper and I was saying the lyrics and said, "Come on sucker, lick my battery..." I am so dumb. He said it the rest of the weekend (okay, so he said it at least once.) I didn't realize, but was later informed that maybe that wasn't a good thing for him to be saying. Oh well. Ha - it is a good lyric though.
With that I'll give you a glimpse into what I"m talking about.
Can I please marry these guys? Please?
It was a really good weekend, and it was nice to get back out to camp for a while. Now, all I find myself asking is, "Is it summer yet...?" Soon enough dear friends. I made some really fun mosaics on Saturday and a cool charcoal drawing.
We were playing board games on Saturday night, and I had Flight of the Conchords lyrics in my head.... Well I was sitting across from a camper and I was saying the lyrics and said, "Come on sucker, lick my battery..." I am so dumb. He said it the rest of the weekend (okay, so he said it at least once.) I didn't realize, but was later informed that maybe that wasn't a good thing for him to be saying. Oh well. Ha - it is a good lyric though.
With that I'll give you a glimpse into what I"m talking about.
Can I please marry these guys? Please?
Monday, February 18, 2008
Yes We Can
We've been asked to pause for a reality check. We've been warned against offering the people of this nation false hope. But in the unlikely story that is America, there has never been anything false about our HOPE.
I think this video is incredible... hands down outstanding. I haven't decided who I support in the 2008 election. But I think the message behind this video is unmatched thus far. In addition, what could be bad about having such a great speaker and motivator in the Whitehouse?
I wish my hope was a little a truer.
I think this video is incredible... hands down outstanding. I haven't decided who I support in the 2008 election. But I think the message behind this video is unmatched thus far. In addition, what could be bad about having such a great speaker and motivator in the Whitehouse?
I wish my hope was a little a truer.
Saturday, February 16, 2008
I Suffer from Delusions of Grandeur
1005 days ago...
143 weeks ago...
24,120 hours ago...
1,447,200 minutes ago...
83,832,000 seconds ago...
I was sitting around a fire in the middle of a corn field with people I had known for thirteen years. We ate packing peanuts and laughed as someone's crazy brother rampaged through the woods. I remember being unable to imagine life being any different... any better. Throughout the course of the next three months, everything I knew began to grow slowly further away from me, sometimes emotionally, sometimes physically... sometimes both. Several of us held on tight to the fraying yarn between our lives. Some of us rolled up the yarn in our pockets, to save it for later. Some of us set it on fire and watched it burn... Some of us just let go. In one summer I received one of the greatest challenges and greatest gifts of my life.
Since then, I've received many more challenges and infinitely more gifts... my life is charmed. But I've been affected. I've been scarred... I've let my eyes go dry a time or two. I tend to have a fear of rejection and a much more severe fear of abandonment. I tend to wait too long to grab hold and then not know when to let go. Sometimes I crave cheese bars and watermelon. Sometimes I don't go home for months.
But always the good outweighs the bad. I have learned how to be alone. I have learned the health of crying. I have become one wit God. I have found my life's calling. I have learned how to love... everyone, no matter what. And now I wait in patience for God to deliver my new blessing to me.
143 weeks ago...
24,120 hours ago...
1,447,200 minutes ago...
83,832,000 seconds ago...
I was sitting around a fire in the middle of a corn field with people I had known for thirteen years. We ate packing peanuts and laughed as someone's crazy brother rampaged through the woods. I remember being unable to imagine life being any different... any better. Throughout the course of the next three months, everything I knew began to grow slowly further away from me, sometimes emotionally, sometimes physically... sometimes both. Several of us held on tight to the fraying yarn between our lives. Some of us rolled up the yarn in our pockets, to save it for later. Some of us set it on fire and watched it burn... Some of us just let go. In one summer I received one of the greatest challenges and greatest gifts of my life.
Since then, I've received many more challenges and infinitely more gifts... my life is charmed. But I've been affected. I've been scarred... I've let my eyes go dry a time or two. I tend to have a fear of rejection and a much more severe fear of abandonment. I tend to wait too long to grab hold and then not know when to let go. Sometimes I crave cheese bars and watermelon. Sometimes I don't go home for months.
But always the good outweighs the bad. I have learned how to be alone. I have learned the health of crying. I have become one wit God. I have found my life's calling. I have learned how to love... everyone, no matter what. And now I wait in patience for God to deliver my new blessing to me.
Saturday, February 09, 2008
Third Time's A Charm
So... the last three times were, for lack of a better word, "interesting." Three years ago I could have never guessed anything about where I would be now. And I most certainly wouldn't have guessed or asked for anything that has happened to me. But thank God... you know?
Whatever... that's for a different time... this is for now. It's a poem that I wrote with a bunch of kids from camp... we're pretty gifted.
Cinnamon and apples, the scent of Grandma's kitchen.
A kitchen that reminded me how to draw a hippopotamus.
In a savanna of razorblades, the hippopotamus swells with water and shoes.
Show can have exotic smells. Some good, while others very smells.
But smelly smells like bad shoes heighten the senses.
Cures for the human race belong with each the root of the problem.
Each problem is a mystery.
A mystery you have to solve.
And when you solve it , there is no mystery.
Mystery of talking dogs.
How does Scooby Doo?
Doo, Doo is what everyone and almost everything does... Do you Doo Doo?
No you don't doo... and you never ever did.
Whatever... that's for a different time... this is for now. It's a poem that I wrote with a bunch of kids from camp... we're pretty gifted.
Cinnamon and apples, the scent of Grandma's kitchen.
A kitchen that reminded me how to draw a hippopotamus.
In a savanna of razorblades, the hippopotamus swells with water and shoes.
Show can have exotic smells. Some good, while others very smells.
But smelly smells like bad shoes heighten the senses.
Cures for the human race belong with each the root of the problem.
Each problem is a mystery.
A mystery you have to solve.
And when you solve it , there is no mystery.
Mystery of talking dogs.
How does Scooby Doo?
Doo, Doo is what everyone and almost everything does... Do you Doo Doo?
No you don't doo... and you never ever did.
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
No Clever Title Today
It was snowing when I woke up today. It was snowing when I walked from class to class. It's still snowing now. But we'll still have school tomorrow, no doubt about that. It's super fat Tuesday, which mean I'm drinking soda till it's midnight and watching CNN. How exciting, right? I mean I don't even like politics, and it's totally a big deal to me. Don't ask who I support... the truth is, I have no idea yet. I have such strong Republican and Democratic views on different issues. I'm still trying to get a feel for what would be best. Okay, I just realized how much homework I have... Happy Ash Wednesday! It's totally official as of now...
Monday, February 04, 2008
I'm Going Milky In The Eye Department
I'm in a funk. (Not to be confused with having the funk, getting funky or being the funk.) I got back to my dorm tonight and, finally, fell off of cloud nine. It's been a long time coming. After about two or three months everything came at me, and now I have to rebuild. I want to be with my family, because we need each other. I want to be with my friends, because I need them. I want to actively seek out chaos.
A song made me cry today... which shows that without a doubt I am a wreck. Tomorrow I will be better. I'm always better.
Emo.... :-) You're right... that's totally me.
A song made me cry today... which shows that without a doubt I am a wreck. Tomorrow I will be better. I'm always better.
Emo.... :-) You're right... that's totally me.
Friday, February 01, 2008
It's chaos, it's clocks, it's watermelons, it's everything.
I accept chaos. I don't know whether it accepts me.
I went with Tilla to see "I'm Not There," a movie about Bob Dylan. It was pretty great.
Seven simple rules of going into hiding:
1) Never trust a cop in a raincoat.
2) Beware of enthusiasm and of love, both are temporary and quick to sway.
3) If asked if you care about the world's problems, look deep into the eyes of he who asks, he will never ask you again.
4) Never give your real name.
5) If ever asked to look at yourself, don't.
6) Never do anything the person standing in front of you cannot understand.
And finally
7) Never create anything, it will be misinterpreted, it will chain you and follow you for the rest of your life.
I went with Tilla to see "I'm Not There," a movie about Bob Dylan. It was pretty great.
Seven simple rules of going into hiding:
1) Never trust a cop in a raincoat.
2) Beware of enthusiasm and of love, both are temporary and quick to sway.
3) If asked if you care about the world's problems, look deep into the eyes of he who asks, he will never ask you again.
4) Never give your real name.
5) If ever asked to look at yourself, don't.
6) Never do anything the person standing in front of you cannot understand.
And finally
7) Never create anything, it will be misinterpreted, it will chain you and follow you for the rest of your life.