SOOOOO.

This one time, I started a blog because I thought I would write on it all the time and then develop all of these networking relationships through my blog to help me out in life, and then I would help them out in return, but then I never wrote on it, so nothing happened.
True story.

Air-Sickness

If I look out my window all I see below are clouds suspended between the heavens and earth, unsure of their design,.
They look inviting, somewhere I'd like to rest my head.
Somewhere I'd like to rest my bones.
But I'm told they're lies, illusions of comfort followed by crippling dismay.
So I'm stuck in this flying machine, the product of an over-ambitious mind.
I'm not a bird, I should not fly, my feet yearn for the ground.
I don't trust the wind to hold us, the wind changes its mind too many times.
Where will we end up? I cannot say.
If I look out my window, all I see below are perfectly planned grids.
Those little squares of brown and green are too organized for my taste.
Much too organized for my taste.

Lima Beans and Wooden Tea.

So I went to Paris.
It was awesome.
The people who read this have probably already heard about my trip in detail, so I'm not going to take the time to write about it.
Not that I'm extremely busy or anything, I just don't really want to.
I move back to school in 4 days.
I'm ready.
Definitely ready.
I'm really curious how this semester is going to play out since my experience with each semester is so drastically different.
I don't really want it to be that different from last semester.
The classes can be different.
I'm cool with that.
Anyway.
I think I'm going to go get my ears pierced tomorrow.
Again.

And I'm applying to work at Hume Lake for the summer.
yeahhhhh.

It's only been a week? Seriously?

I miss my band. Except for when they spray Tag on me at Walmart. I don't miss that. But I miss the other times with them.
I miss Sarah and the weird faces she makes.
I miss Lauryn and speaking like Old Gregg to her.
I miss watching Grey's Anatomy with Kam Kam, Say, and LC.
I miss all of Angi.
I miss people.
I don't miss my classes.
I don't miss Kulakoff.
I don't miss the lack of sleep.
I don't miss the academic part of college.

But I can deal with another week because this Saturday I'm leaving the country.
Paris, man.
Paris.

Home Sweet Home

So I'm back.
I've been back for three days.
Lauryn and Sarah just left.
And now I don't really know what to do with myself.
The concept of having nothing to do doesn't sit very well with me.
I hate being busy. I hate being bored.
I'm a bundle of contradictions.

"I was like..."

The strange quirks that humans possess, entertain me more and more each day.
One of my favorite things is listening to people right after they have had their picture taken.
As soon as the flash goes off, the same chorus comes from every mouth:
"Oh my gosh, I was like....."
They then follow that phrase with the same face they made for the picture, only slight exaggerated and often partnered with a strange sound.
The greatest part is, everyone is talking at the same time, and no one is paying any attention to anyone but themselves.
This is phenomenal to watch during large group pictures.
You get this mass of people, all of whom are usually pumped up with adrenaline as a result of being in a large crowd, making weird faces and weird sounds all simultaneously.
A.m.a.z.i.n.g.

Eventually, I want to use this blog to show my art, but that's a work in progress, so for now I'm going to show other peoples, starting with my good, good friend Lauryn Caldwell.

Here is Lauryn's final project for her Photo 1 class:



It's about the frustration and turmoil women go through with their own physical beauty. I could go into detail, but I think she explains it best on her blog.

I would post this on my Biola Blog, but I don't know if the content is entirely G rated, and I don't want to defer any prospective students...right?

Kisses.