Jun 18, 2010



These are the things I'm MOST looking forward to:
  • A break from normality and routine.
  • A break from my friends. (Sorry. I hope that doesn't offend anyone. hehe.. awkward.)
  • No LIGHT POLLUTION! (I'll get to actually see the stars.)
  • Chillin with the fam.
  • It doesn't take me bumming a ride to go on an awesome hike. I can just GO.
  • I'm going to ski like a demon this trip. I want to get better.
  • I get to wear my new AWESOME life jacket!
  • Sleeping outside with the breeze caressing my smiling face.
  • The sun on my skin.
But MOST OF ALL I look forward to CLEAN AIR!! Especially after today. Here's what happened.
I was on trax on my way to work at the Lion House.. and this man (who I'm sure had a lovely personality) got on who had the WORST stench I've ever had the misfortune of smelling. Within seconds my stomach felt nauseous and my head was about to explode. Then I (finally!) got to my stop and walked downtown, relishing the ability to breathe normally.. but alas, my sense of smell was so sensitive at this point that every little scent made my stomach queasy. I got inside the Lion House and the overpowering smell of (fantastic) food didn't help much. I spent 4 or 5 hours running around with a pounding head and uneasy stomach only to get back on the train with ANOTHER PUTRID MAN (who, again, I'm sure had a wonderful personality.) I was seriously trying to take deep, dreadful breaths to make sure I wouldn't vomit and make it ten times worse for everyone else on the train. Again, when I got off the train I tried to breathe in some fresher air.. but it was polluted with exhaust from the waiting busses and cars. Finally, I arrived at home where, to me at least, the air is scent-free and beautiful.

Jun 9, 2010

Cheer Up!

I haven't had a happy post for a while, and I think it's something I need right now. It's strange, usually when spring gets started I'm constantly in the greatest mood imaginable. This year, I'm stuck in this dumb, depressed-mode. It's kind of driving me crazy. Today I decided I feel much better after I've done something active, like hiking, running, or playing frisbee.
Anyway, for my "positive post", I decided I'm going to list some of my quirks and little factoids.. and hope it will entertain all my faithful readers. Here goes nothing!
  • My (current) favorite colors are, in order of greatest to least, as follows: red, purple, orange, yellow, green, blue, black, and white.
  • My (current) favorite gum flavor is Extra Polar Ice.
  • I have a tiny little bucket that I put my spare change in. When it's full, it makes me ridiculously happy. When it's empty it kind of bums me out. I hardly ever empty it for this reason. Right now it's overflowing.
  • When I was in elementary school, my parents bought me a starfish skeleton. I LOVED that thing. I wrapped it in toilet paper to try to keep it safe.. to no avail. The arms broke off one by one and eventually I lost it. This Christmas they bought me a new one (along with TONS of shells). It's bright reddish-orange.
  • I don't like poetry much, but sometimes I like to read the lyrics to Incubus songs and challenge myself to not think of the music while I read through them. Same thing with church Hymns.
  • In Jr. High I was convinced I was going to be a prom dress designer. I drew dresses whenever I got the chance. I still have most of my drawings. That's the main reason I now work at Modest By Design.
  • My favorite feature used to by my eyes. In all honesty, they were the only thing I really liked about myself. Now I like most everything. (I hope that doesn't make me sound cocky..)
  • I keep every kind note I recieve in a shoebox. When I'm struggling with something I pull them out to help remind myself what's really important.
  • When people ask me what my favorite book is, I rarely tell them the truth. I usually say it's the Uglies series or Stargirl. While I love both of those, my favorite book is called "It's a Happy Thing". It has a list of things that make most people happy (i.e. "the smell of rain") and it also has kids answers to the question "what is happiness?". I (used to) keep it in my car, Brody.
  • I write letters to my future husband in my journal. This also helps me to remember what's truly important.
  • I prefer to sleep with a light on, but not because I'm afraid of the dark.
  • When I was little, I was in Murray Community Dance. I quit after 3rd grade to play soccer. I've regretted it ever since.
  • One of my favorite movies is "The Lion King". If I watch it by myself I will undoubtedly cry.
  • I love getting my hands dirty.
  • I find it extremely difficult to NOT look at stylish people. It makes me feel like a creeper, but I feel like I have to figure them out.
  • I used to pretend I didn't like flowers cause I didn't want to be the "girly girl". Now I openly admit to liking them. Simple daisies are my favorites, follwed closely by daffodils. Day Lillies were my favorites in high school.
  • I have two whistles hanging on my bedpost. I don't allow myself to blow them. I thrive on those types of small victories.
  • One such small victory is when I choose a random person and try to make them smile. I've never failed. :D
Wow. That went on for longer than I had planned. haha. I think you should all comment with one little (happy) factoid about yourselves.

"Those who bring happiness to the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves."
-Sir James Barrie

Jun 3, 2010


Remember Brody? He's my first true lover.
We share a connection deeper than that of person to person... mainly because he doesn't have a brain and I can control him completely.
Well, today I may have ruined our relationship forever. I was just cruising on state street in the right lane, turned my head to the left to check my blind spot, and didn't notice the giant truck in front of me slowing down to turn right. BAM! "Wait," my brain thought, "what just happened?"
I should have taken a picture of the damage, but I was a little flustered. Poor Brody has the car equivalent to a black eye with broken bones all around the eye socket on his left side. The radiator busted and antifreeze poured out like a thin, green blood. The hood bent into a triangle as if Brody were giving me the look that said, "How could you be so careless?" and my soul wanted to scream back "I'm so sorry! You've done nothing but obey me and steal my money!"

Oh well. He needed a new paint job anyway.