"How old are you?"
Why does it matter?
Can you believe it?
Do you think it should be different?
Why do I feel out of place?
Can we not see each other?
What would they think?
Who should care?
Haven't crazier things been done?
Am I doing what I'm supposed to?
Will this happen again?
When has this been an issue?
Why is this wrong?
It's not like I can change it.
Can it stop, please?
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Welcome Back!
Well, dear reader, please let me apologize for not writing sooner. The catch phrase around here has been "it's soo crazy!" ... and it is. But that is no excuse. Here's a quick update about the stuff that happened between then and now.
First, Obamarama. Kudos. I hope the momentum sticks, people need something to hang onto in these truly insane economic times. But I don't feel like talking politics tonight.
The music building has been an interesting place to be these past few weeks. I'm in a wonderful, but odd place. I absolutely love what I'm doing and where I'm at, but I can't shake the feeling that I'm horribly out of place. "Relationships" with people who are, by definition, my superior have been tricky simply because they're miles out of my comfort zone. The lines change daily - making initial conversation bumbling and indirect until I find my ground and put my game face on. After that I'm safe (with most), and I'm getting better. I look forward to the challenge.
Next semester is going to be fabulous, in all honesty. I'll be taking a full course load, working on campus, and doing the church job. That's it! No crazy high school stuff, no sporadic schedule anywhere else. Classes start at 11:00 Monday, Wednesday, Friday! Tuesday/Thursday is 9:30 Theory (but it's my favorite class and my favorite professor so it's all good). I can actually work out in the morning and have a set practice routine. Thank goodness. I might actually have my sanity this time next semester!
I cleaned everything today. It's very nice to live in such a small space - I can do a top-to-bottom scrub of the entire place in just a day. House keeping has become a therapeutic activity for me, even though I used to resent every minute of it as a kid. It is unbelievably calming to take a day off, turn on some good music, and move everything, clean it, vacuum the floor, and put it all back perfectly. mmmm.
Thursday was the last night of its kind. Time to get back into my usual character - the one who cares about grades, punctuality, etiquette, and presentation. I am a good kid, I am. I just need to get my act together from the past couple of weeks and nail all of my finals.
That being said, I should go to bed. I have to sing in the morning!
This has been fun. I promise it'll happen again. :D
First, Obamarama. Kudos. I hope the momentum sticks, people need something to hang onto in these truly insane economic times. But I don't feel like talking politics tonight.
The music building has been an interesting place to be these past few weeks. I'm in a wonderful, but odd place. I absolutely love what I'm doing and where I'm at, but I can't shake the feeling that I'm horribly out of place. "Relationships" with people who are, by definition, my superior have been tricky simply because they're miles out of my comfort zone. The lines change daily - making initial conversation bumbling and indirect until I find my ground and put my game face on. After that I'm safe (with most), and I'm getting better. I look forward to the challenge.
Next semester is going to be fabulous, in all honesty. I'll be taking a full course load, working on campus, and doing the church job. That's it! No crazy high school stuff, no sporadic schedule anywhere else. Classes start at 11:00 Monday, Wednesday, Friday! Tuesday/Thursday is 9:30 Theory (but it's my favorite class and my favorite professor so it's all good). I can actually work out in the morning and have a set practice routine. Thank goodness. I might actually have my sanity this time next semester!
I cleaned everything today. It's very nice to live in such a small space - I can do a top-to-bottom scrub of the entire place in just a day. House keeping has become a therapeutic activity for me, even though I used to resent every minute of it as a kid. It is unbelievably calming to take a day off, turn on some good music, and move everything, clean it, vacuum the floor, and put it all back perfectly. mmmm.
Thursday was the last night of its kind. Time to get back into my usual character - the one who cares about grades, punctuality, etiquette, and presentation. I am a good kid, I am. I just need to get my act together from the past couple of weeks and nail all of my finals.
That being said, I should go to bed. I have to sing in the morning!
This has been fun. I promise it'll happen again. :D
Sunday, October 5, 2008
No Complaints
I'm not complaining. I'm really not. But, I just want to "put it out there" so if anyone cares, they'll know what a week looks like for me. Here it goes:
Monday:
8:00 AM French.
Business Admin
Horn Lesson
Econ
Rep
Work
Rehearsal
(dinner)
Set-Up
Rehearsal.
Tuesday:
8:00 AM French.
Dutchman Creek MS
American Government
(work, practice, apts, whatever.)
Marching Band
Wednesday:
8:00 AM French.
Business Admin
Econ
Work
Rehearsal
(dinner)
Rehearsal
Thursday:
8:00 AM French.
breaaaak!!!
Piano Lesson
American Government
Work
Friday:
Business Admin
Econ
Work
Saturday:
Competitions.
Sunday:
Sing/Play at church.
If I look like I'm going to fall apart, that's why. But it's all self-induced, and it's really not thaaat bad. But srsly y'all, you can bet this won't be happening again.
Sunday night, let the games begin!
Monday:
8:00 AM French.
Business Admin
Horn Lesson
Econ
Rep
Work
Rehearsal
(dinner)
Set-Up
Rehearsal.
Tuesday:
8:00 AM French.
Dutchman Creek MS
American Government
(work, practice, apts, whatever.)
Marching Band
Wednesday:
8:00 AM French.
Business Admin
Econ
Work
Rehearsal
(dinner)
Rehearsal
Thursday:
8:00 AM French.
breaaaak!!!
Piano Lesson
American Government
Work
Friday:
Business Admin
Econ
Work
Saturday:
Competitions.
Sunday:
Sing/Play at church.
If I look like I'm going to fall apart, that's why. But it's all self-induced, and it's really not thaaat bad. But srsly y'all, you can bet this won't be happening again.
Sunday night, let the games begin!
Thursday, October 2, 2008
10/3/08
All of a sudden, I am happy to be a red-head. We will be extinct by 2050 ... be glad you know one!
Immortal Beloved is a beautiful movie. With only a glass of white zinn, I watched it for the first time this evening and thoroughly enjoyed it. People don't feel things like the used to it seems - love is just "something that happens" instead of two souls bound, two matching minds, from the beginning.
Here's the latest on the major change, from the most indecisive of them all. BA Music, BA Economics (and if I can squeeze in a minor in Political Science, I'll be thrilled!). Not being a music major is not an option. It didn't take long to figure that out - one month of feeling out of the loop and I felt dead. I am a music person who happens to be interested in business; that music department is my family, even if they don't know it.
POLITICS OMG. Without getting too personal, what the heck is going on? I don't know exactly how I feel about the Rescue(BAILOUT)Plan, other than it sets a frightening precedent that goes against most everything our free-market, capitalist, meritocratic system has stood for. As for the candidates, they're a rather entertaining bunch.
I feel inspired to become more active in the political sphere. Maybe being an elected official would be fun, but maybe being an advisor would be a safer route. But man oh man, things need to change and people need to get it together. I would jump at the opportunity to be part of that when I'm a little older and a bit wiser.
Let's see ... work is good, school is fine, I'm bad at French, miss my dog, and probably should sleep more. No complaints.
Time to go to sleep and listen to my new Jeff Buckley CD. More cohesive thoughts later.
Immortal Beloved is a beautiful movie. With only a glass of white zinn, I watched it for the first time this evening and thoroughly enjoyed it. People don't feel things like the used to it seems - love is just "something that happens" instead of two souls bound, two matching minds, from the beginning.
Here's the latest on the major change, from the most indecisive of them all. BA Music, BA Economics (and if I can squeeze in a minor in Political Science, I'll be thrilled!). Not being a music major is not an option. It didn't take long to figure that out - one month of feeling out of the loop and I felt dead. I am a music person who happens to be interested in business; that music department is my family, even if they don't know it.
POLITICS OMG. Without getting too personal, what the heck is going on? I don't know exactly how I feel about the Rescue(BAILOUT)Plan, other than it sets a frightening precedent that goes against most everything our free-market, capitalist, meritocratic system has stood for. As for the candidates, they're a rather entertaining bunch.
I feel inspired to become more active in the political sphere. Maybe being an elected official would be fun, but maybe being an advisor would be a safer route. But man oh man, things need to change and people need to get it together. I would jump at the opportunity to be part of that when I'm a little older and a bit wiser.
Let's see ... work is good, school is fine, I'm bad at French, miss my dog, and probably should sleep more. No complaints.
Time to go to sleep and listen to my new Jeff Buckley CD. More cohesive thoughts later.
Friday, September 5, 2008
life in general at 3:14 AM
You know those goofy people that write what they have to say, but don't say who it's to? I'm one of them. I have random ideas at this time of day. Maybe I'll feel better tomorrow.
Even though your major is ridiculous, you are the bestest friend in the whole entire world. I wish you were here, or that we could just drive around and listen to our favorite music and be happy and talk about how awesome things in general are. Hopefully we won't be so far away next year. I miss you SO much!
You guys are pretty cool. Yes, it's true that we have our different beliefs (to say the least), but our relationship is special, unique, and rare. Though it hasn't been easy, I know that distance has made us closer. I can't tell you all how much it means that we can still talk about things, even if it's just general "stuff" now. You all have been the standard of awesome in my life, and that certainly isn't going to change! If only if only.
I don't know who I'm going for, but I think I know who's going to win. I want a law degree pronto so I can go be part of the movers and the shakers in DC. I know we can DO BETTER.
It'd be nice to see you every now and then, but I know you've got better things to do than see me. I'm not being sarcastic, I just hope you're content. So sorry to bother you on Mondays.
I am happy I am happy I am happy I am happy as a business major. Am I saying it for everyone to hear? Do I know what I'm getting in to? Does anyone in that building actually care? So many people have come and gone, I am just a check, a ten-minute meeting, a signature, and a goodbye. Nothing more, nothing less.
I do not have a clue as to what will happen in the next twelve months. If all goes according to plan, I will continue breathing. That is all I know for certain. But that's a start, right?
Time for bed. Enjoy the rambles.
"If only, if only, the woodpecker sighs, the bark on the tree was as soft as the skies. The wolf waits below, hungry and lonely, And cries to the moon, if only, if only.”
Even though your major is ridiculous, you are the bestest friend in the whole entire world. I wish you were here, or that we could just drive around and listen to our favorite music and be happy and talk about how awesome things in general are. Hopefully we won't be so far away next year. I miss you SO much!
You guys are pretty cool. Yes, it's true that we have our different beliefs (to say the least), but our relationship is special, unique, and rare. Though it hasn't been easy, I know that distance has made us closer. I can't tell you all how much it means that we can still talk about things, even if it's just general "stuff" now. You all have been the standard of awesome in my life, and that certainly isn't going to change! If only if only.
I don't know who I'm going for, but I think I know who's going to win. I want a law degree pronto so I can go be part of the movers and the shakers in DC. I know we can DO BETTER.
It'd be nice to see you every now and then, but I know you've got better things to do than see me. I'm not being sarcastic, I just hope you're content. So sorry to bother you on Mondays.
I am happy I am happy I am happy I am happy as a business major. Am I saying it for everyone to hear? Do I know what I'm getting in to? Does anyone in that building actually care? So many people have come and gone, I am just a check, a ten-minute meeting, a signature, and a goodbye. Nothing more, nothing less.
I do not have a clue as to what will happen in the next twelve months. If all goes according to plan, I will continue breathing. That is all I know for certain. But that's a start, right?
Time for bed. Enjoy the rambles.
"If only, if only, the woodpecker sighs, the bark on the tree was as soft as the skies. The wolf waits below, hungry and lonely, And cries to the moon, if only, if only.”
Friday, August 29, 2008
<3
There is one thing I want in this world:
(Ok ok, I take it back. But if I had to want only one thing, this would be it.)
Opera Love.
The kind of love Wagner and Puccini wrote about. Where it is love at first sight, forbidden and secret but still pure and beautiful. No talking about oneself, just simply swooning for each other and promising eternal happiness. Armies, oceans, and time are not enough to keep two people apart. Glorious arias and magnificent monologues professing this feeling are a part of every day - one is never alone.
Ladies wear glamorous dresses, massive skirts with a tiny waist, whereas the men are dressed in classic suits and rich fabrics. (Always a handkerchief for the lady!) There are no cell phones with text messaging to mess it up, no playing hard to get. No cars and awkward dinners, only carriages and candle-lit meals in a grand dining room. Though not everyone approves, it doesn't matter what this foolish world thinks of this love!
Oh, wouldn't it be nice.
(Ok ok, I take it back. But if I had to want only one thing, this would be it.)
Opera Love.
The kind of love Wagner and Puccini wrote about. Where it is love at first sight, forbidden and secret but still pure and beautiful. No talking about oneself, just simply swooning for each other and promising eternal happiness. Armies, oceans, and time are not enough to keep two people apart. Glorious arias and magnificent monologues professing this feeling are a part of every day - one is never alone.
Ladies wear glamorous dresses, massive skirts with a tiny waist, whereas the men are dressed in classic suits and rich fabrics. (Always a handkerchief for the lady!) There are no cell phones with text messaging to mess it up, no playing hard to get. No cars and awkward dinners, only carriages and candle-lit meals in a grand dining room. Though not everyone approves, it doesn't matter what this foolish world thinks of this love!
Oh, wouldn't it be nice.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Nicknames, etc.
Yep, it stuck.
Thanks to the cool kids in to Mellophone section, I am now "Ray-Ray" to students at Northwestern. Who knows how it happened, and I don't know exactly how I feel about it yet. Even though it's rather goofy, it's nice to know there's something special there. Band camp is over - this season is going to be amazing!
Also, I now have three fish! The small spotted orange one is Gus. There's a silver one with black trim and a golden one with spots that don't have names yet. Something good will come to me later I suppose.
More veggies less carbs.
Thanks to the cool kids in to Mellophone section, I am now "Ray-Ray" to students at Northwestern. Who knows how it happened, and I don't know exactly how I feel about it yet. Even though it's rather goofy, it's nice to know there's something special there. Band camp is over - this season is going to be amazing!
Also, I now have three fish! The small spotted orange one is Gus. There's a silver one with black trim and a golden one with spots that don't have names yet. Something good will come to me later I suppose.
More veggies less carbs.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Gone For Good
Untie me, I've said no vows.
Yes, it's true. I am changing my major to Business, with a concentration in either Finance or Marketing. I am no longer a Music Ed major.
Here are my reasons:
Job Security. A BME is great if you want to teach music, but does not transfer well to other sectors. I never want to be begging for work, and I want to set myself up for success. A business major will be an asset no matter where I land.
$. (Does this really need an explanation?)
I've been working with a local marching band, and I know I could not teach high school band for an extended period. I'm sure I could if I absolutely had to... but I don't have to. So I'm not going to. The kids are outstanding, it is a great experience, and the school has the "perfect" program, but it's just not meshing like it should. I'm certainly not all about me some band right now.
I truly believe I can be just as happy being a businesswoman - rocking a power suit. (I blame my mom for this one!) But in all seriousness, I love talking with people, I love presenting my ideas, I love working through problems and organizing my time. This is a change a feel confident in. There's a million different directions my life could go from there, and I cannot wait.
Life will go on. It's nice to think someone in CMUS might care for five minutes, and then I'll just be one of those people that woulda coulda shoulda. But how many kids walk in and turn around? At the end of the day, no one cares aboutchya. It was a good first year, but that's about all I want to deal with.
Current goal: celebrate my 24th birthday in New York City, with an awesome job and a busy life.
And I'm going to make it happen; this is Step One.
Yes, it's true. I am changing my major to Business, with a concentration in either Finance or Marketing. I am no longer a Music Ed major.
Here are my reasons:
Job Security. A BME is great if you want to teach music, but does not transfer well to other sectors. I never want to be begging for work, and I want to set myself up for success. A business major will be an asset no matter where I land.
$. (Does this really need an explanation?)
I've been working with a local marching band, and I know I could not teach high school band for an extended period. I'm sure I could if I absolutely had to... but I don't have to. So I'm not going to. The kids are outstanding, it is a great experience, and the school has the "perfect" program, but it's just not meshing like it should. I'm certainly not all about me some band right now.
I truly believe I can be just as happy being a businesswoman - rocking a power suit. (I blame my mom for this one!) But in all seriousness, I love talking with people, I love presenting my ideas, I love working through problems and organizing my time. This is a change a feel confident in. There's a million different directions my life could go from there, and I cannot wait.
Life will go on. It's nice to think someone in CMUS might care for five minutes, and then I'll just be one of those people that woulda coulda shoulda. But how many kids walk in and turn around? At the end of the day, no one cares aboutchya. It was a good first year, but that's about all I want to deal with.
Current goal: celebrate my 24th birthday in New York City, with an awesome job and a busy life.
And I'm going to make it happen; this is Step One.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Treasures of Highway 21
I am pretty excited right now, especially since it is exactly midnight as I start this. My current living arrangement is pretty sah-weet.
Upon further review of my closet situation, I decided to bring a new chest of drawers into my life. A dangerous move, perhaps it's too soon, but I was willing to take the plunge.
On my commute home on Highway 21 (a backroad in South Carolina ... who would'a thought?), I pass by a little shop called Bits and Pieces Used Furniture. It's always seemed a little sketch, but I thought I might be able to find a deal. Little did I know!
I went in and a big guy helped me around the old rockers, desks, shelves, and scattered lamps. Even though they were all a little bit tired, they all had their own stories - most originating pre-1980. Nerdy, but cool. Very Brave Little Toaster-esque.
I saw this chest and fell head over heels. I don't know what kind of wood it is - maybe cherry? - but it is gorgeous. Definitely hand-made, the guy said it was at least 50 years old. Just think of its story! And yes, it was rather dirty, but a little lovin' with some Old English and it was back. I got some Cedar planks this afternoon to keep out the critters and some drawer liner to keep my clothes sqeeky clean, and I'll move it to the closet in the morning after it has a chance to breathe for a night.
When I was cleaning it, I found some turquoise glitter in the bottom drawer. The memory of a girl's dance costume, of course. Her dad made it for his little girl's 8th birthday. I wonder where they are today.
Hopefully it likes its new home - I'll give it another story.
Upon further review of my closet situation, I decided to bring a new chest of drawers into my life. A dangerous move, perhaps it's too soon, but I was willing to take the plunge.
On my commute home on Highway 21 (a backroad in South Carolina ... who would'a thought?), I pass by a little shop called Bits and Pieces Used Furniture. It's always seemed a little sketch, but I thought I might be able to find a deal. Little did I know!
I went in and a big guy helped me around the old rockers, desks, shelves, and scattered lamps. Even though they were all a little bit tired, they all had their own stories - most originating pre-1980. Nerdy, but cool. Very Brave Little Toaster-esque.
I saw this chest and fell head over heels. I don't know what kind of wood it is - maybe cherry? - but it is gorgeous. Definitely hand-made, the guy said it was at least 50 years old. Just think of its story! And yes, it was rather dirty, but a little lovin' with some Old English and it was back. I got some Cedar planks this afternoon to keep out the critters and some drawer liner to keep my clothes sqeeky clean, and I'll move it to the closet in the morning after it has a chance to breathe for a night.
When I was cleaning it, I found some turquoise glitter in the bottom drawer. The memory of a girl's dance costume, of course. Her dad made it for his little girl's 8th birthday. I wonder where they are today.
Hopefully it likes its new home - I'll give it another story.
Friday, July 18, 2008
ch-changes
Ok ok, it's been a while. Not that anyone reads this, but it's nice to take the thoughts out of my brain and put them into cyberspace for the entire human population to access and judge me accordingly. Comforting, truly.
My trip to Seattle was "interesting," to say the least. All of my expectations were completely wrong! (I take that back. The family drama was hardly unpredictable, har har har.) The people and places I thought I had a deep, lifelong connection with proved to be distant and changed; relationships with the most random were temporarily made to pass the time. Life is so dramatically different, yet tragically identical.
We're all at that age where stuff actually starts to matter. Bills have to be paid, jobs become a priority, and the network of people to keep us afloat is vital. The hard part is figuring out where all those things stack up against each other.
I think it'd be easier to stuff my head in a book for the next ten years and have an awesome career. I haven't decided if I want to get married, let alone have kids. Sure, it's like ten years away, but it's still kind of a big deal. I should probably DATE. But I don't wanna, no ma'am.
Blah blah blah, back to the topic. I'm changing. Sorta. "Times change, people don't," said Susan Tullar. Right-o. I had a slapintheface the other day when I was with a handfull of people. I was so not happy, but I kept going back to that 7th grade feeling: they are normal, I need to be like them. Force it. Make it work. Suck in your stomach and smile, pretend to be having a ball even though you have NO CLUE why you are still here.
I'm done pretending. Finished! I'm not normal. I don't watch a lot of TV. I don't work out and don't wear size 2. I don't go to church, but I'm pretty grounded in my beliefs. I have huge dreams that I'm almost ashamed of. I'm in the band, but I don't think I'm a "band geek." I like economics. I love to wear high heels, but won't dress up to go to the movies. I have a hiccup and hideous feet. I'm not happy with how I look, but you might not believe me because I was trained to sit up straight. If you can't say it out loud or look me in the eye, it's not worth saying or listening to. I never want to be dependent on anyone else for as long as I live, but that doesn't mean I want to be alone. I really really really like smart people who can question the world and have their own ideas, who aren't afraid to speak up. My family truly does mean the world to me, and every one of them is probably a hundred times cooler than all my friends.
I want to "fit in," but I have yet to find people that I really want to fit in with.
Facebook will probably be gone next week. Bookmark this page or something, I'll keep you updated. Because srsly, I need to get a life.
Love ya bye!
My trip to Seattle was "interesting," to say the least. All of my expectations were completely wrong! (I take that back. The family drama was hardly unpredictable, har har har.) The people and places I thought I had a deep, lifelong connection with proved to be distant and changed; relationships with the most random were temporarily made to pass the time. Life is so dramatically different, yet tragically identical.
We're all at that age where stuff actually starts to matter. Bills have to be paid, jobs become a priority, and the network of people to keep us afloat is vital. The hard part is figuring out where all those things stack up against each other.
I think it'd be easier to stuff my head in a book for the next ten years and have an awesome career. I haven't decided if I want to get married, let alone have kids. Sure, it's like ten years away, but it's still kind of a big deal. I should probably DATE. But I don't wanna, no ma'am.
Blah blah blah, back to the topic. I'm changing. Sorta. "Times change, people don't," said Susan Tullar. Right-o. I had a slapintheface the other day when I was with a handfull of people. I was so not happy, but I kept going back to that 7th grade feeling: they are normal, I need to be like them. Force it. Make it work. Suck in your stomach and smile, pretend to be having a ball even though you have NO CLUE why you are still here.
I'm done pretending. Finished! I'm not normal. I don't watch a lot of TV. I don't work out and don't wear size 2. I don't go to church, but I'm pretty grounded in my beliefs. I have huge dreams that I'm almost ashamed of. I'm in the band, but I don't think I'm a "band geek." I like economics. I love to wear high heels, but won't dress up to go to the movies. I have a hiccup and hideous feet. I'm not happy with how I look, but you might not believe me because I was trained to sit up straight. If you can't say it out loud or look me in the eye, it's not worth saying or listening to. I never want to be dependent on anyone else for as long as I live, but that doesn't mean I want to be alone. I really really really like smart people who can question the world and have their own ideas, who aren't afraid to speak up. My family truly does mean the world to me, and every one of them is probably a hundred times cooler than all my friends.
I want to "fit in," but I have yet to find people that I really want to fit in with.
Facebook will probably be gone next week. Bookmark this page or something, I'll keep you updated. Because srsly, I need to get a life.
Love ya bye!
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
surprise!
Surprise! We missed you!
What? You still remember who I am? I can't believe it. It's been great to be back, but I am still a little shocked that you actually wanted to see me. Somehow, I always thought I was the totally forgettable type. The girl who sat in a corner and didn't want to ____. But, whatever, that's a long time ago. It's awesome that we can still hang out and laugh about the same things.
Goodbyes always feel easier when there's hope in the future. Then you get to where you're going and erase erase erase all memories of that place you once belonged. But that's not healthy, and it definitely doesn't work.
Seattle, the city, is AMAZING. Mill Creek? Not so much.
We all have our problems, and I know I probably talk about mine a little too much. But right now, it is almost 2 in the morning Pacific time, and I am totally happy. And super tired.
If I had one of those kinda nerdy cartoon Ts with the "Life is Good" logo, I'd be wearing it right now.
What? You still remember who I am? I can't believe it. It's been great to be back, but I am still a little shocked that you actually wanted to see me. Somehow, I always thought I was the totally forgettable type. The girl who sat in a corner and didn't want to ____. But, whatever, that's a long time ago. It's awesome that we can still hang out and laugh about the same things.
Goodbyes always feel easier when there's hope in the future. Then you get to where you're going and erase erase erase all memories of that place you once belonged. But that's not healthy, and it definitely doesn't work.
Seattle, the city, is AMAZING. Mill Creek? Not so much.
We all have our problems, and I know I probably talk about mine a little too much. But right now, it is almost 2 in the morning Pacific time, and I am totally happy. And super tired.
If I had one of those kinda nerdy cartoon Ts with the "Life is Good" logo, I'd be wearing it right now.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
compare&contrast
So, I'm in the lovely little town of Mill Creek right now, and North Carolina is not bad at all. However, there are some things that Washington has that are just "better." Here's the list of things I see over the next week or so.
Reasons Why Washington Rules
You don't need sunglasses all the time
Taco Time is the best fast food ever
Got trees?
Fred Meyer. The best thing since sliced bread.
"Going Green" is a way of life
Puget Sound, the most beautiful place on earth
No one would ever ask "what church do you go to" without prompting
There are no cicadas. Or cicada killer bees.
The mountains are real. They blow up.
Hurricanes and tornadoes? What are those?
The music scene is truly unstoppable.
Reasons Why North Carolina Rules
Bank of America ... the ATMs don't need envelopes.
Harris Teeter, where they unload your cart for you and are super clean and super nice and have 30 different types of cheese
The chicken is real at Chick-fil-A
The Evening Muse. GO THERE.
Minimal clothing required, it's always 80 degrees+
Volcanoes and earthquakes? What are those?
The world is shrinking, so it doesn't really matter where you are.
more to come ... but probably not.
Reasons Why Washington Rules
You don't need sunglasses all the time
Taco Time is the best fast food ever
Got trees?
Fred Meyer. The best thing since sliced bread.
"Going Green" is a way of life
Puget Sound, the most beautiful place on earth
No one would ever ask "what church do you go to" without prompting
There are no cicadas. Or cicada killer bees.
The mountains are real. They blow up.
Hurricanes and tornadoes? What are those?
The music scene is truly unstoppable.
Reasons Why North Carolina Rules
Bank of America ... the ATMs don't need envelopes.
Harris Teeter, where they unload your cart for you and are super clean and super nice and have 30 different types of cheese
The chicken is real at Chick-fil-A
The Evening Muse. GO THERE.
Minimal clothing required, it's always 80 degrees+
Volcanoes and earthquakes? What are those?
The world is shrinking, so it doesn't really matter where you are.
more to come ... but probably not.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
less than three
It's been less than three years since I made the move. I cannot believe how much Charlotte feels like "home" now, whatever that means. Somehow I think feeling totally comfortable in Mill Creek is not going to come easy.
I can't decide if I want to open those doors again. Nope, I haven't told everyone I am coming back, and I think that's ok. Sometimes absolutes are a good thing. Once you say goodbye to each other and hug and tear up and whatever, that's it. Forgetting someone is very unlikely, but I'd rather not try and revive something that woulda-coulda-shoulda been. Having an awkward lunch and having to repeat the goodbyes is not my idea of fun.
But there are the surprises. The people I thought I would never see or talk to again who somehow manage to appear again. We're all different people now, but we still have the good times in common and maybe that's enough to find some peace and closure.
In other news, I've been watching way too much Sex and the City lately. Haven't seen the movie, but the show is delightful. I also am starting to come down with a cold maybe, right before I get on a plane, go to my hometown, see a few old friends, and want to look and feel by best. Fan-freaking-tastic.
Don't worry, I'll get better at this whole blog thing as time goes on. Who reads this junk anyway?
Glad we got the chance to talk.
I can't decide if I want to open those doors again. Nope, I haven't told everyone I am coming back, and I think that's ok. Sometimes absolutes are a good thing. Once you say goodbye to each other and hug and tear up and whatever, that's it. Forgetting someone is very unlikely, but I'd rather not try and revive something that woulda-coulda-shoulda been. Having an awkward lunch and having to repeat the goodbyes is not my idea of fun.
But there are the surprises. The people I thought I would never see or talk to again who somehow manage to appear again. We're all different people now, but we still have the good times in common and maybe that's enough to find some peace and closure.
In other news, I've been watching way too much Sex and the City lately. Haven't seen the movie, but the show is delightful. I also am starting to come down with a cold maybe, right before I get on a plane, go to my hometown, see a few old friends, and want to look and feel by best. Fan-freaking-tastic.
Don't worry, I'll get better at this whole blog thing as time goes on. Who reads this junk anyway?
Glad we got the chance to talk.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
contacts, the soft kind.
I got contacts this week.
The doctor was quite friendly and explained what my eyes were doing; both have astigmatism, and one is slightly caddywhompus. I'm getting used to pulling my eye apart and putting a piece of plastic over the colored part, it's not as uncomfortable as I thought.
Doctors' offices are always interesting and awkward. I arrived early for my appointment, and people-watched for a little bit. The office is in the corporate center uptown, and I love that atmosphere. I like busy people that have somewhere to be, ladies that are classy and well-dressed, gentlemen that stand up straight and look you in the eye.
I want to be part of that world. I want to grow up and be a businesswoman, unstoppable. I want that on-the-go lifestyle, working with bright people in a beautiful city.
Can I get there from here? A music major at Winthrop?
We'll see.
The doctor was quite friendly and explained what my eyes were doing; both have astigmatism, and one is slightly caddywhompus. I'm getting used to pulling my eye apart and putting a piece of plastic over the colored part, it's not as uncomfortable as I thought.
Doctors' offices are always interesting and awkward. I arrived early for my appointment, and people-watched for a little bit. The office is in the corporate center uptown, and I love that atmosphere. I like busy people that have somewhere to be, ladies that are classy and well-dressed, gentlemen that stand up straight and look you in the eye.
I want to be part of that world. I want to grow up and be a businesswoman, unstoppable. I want that on-the-go lifestyle, working with bright people in a beautiful city.
Can I get there from here? A music major at Winthrop?
We'll see.
Friday, June 13, 2008
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