& I keep coming back to the same places, coming full circle.
tiny snails & fingernails
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Saturday, April 17, 2010
circus!!
He looks intimidated by this camel...
I want to paint my ceiling like the inside of this circus tent!! Thursday, April 15, 2010
summer to do list
My second role of self-processed color film! It's very experimental--I'm only used to developing black and white film, and I was playing around with double exposures. That, plus the fact that when it comes to manual, I don't really know anything about how it...so...yeah.
Jen is usually my hand model =]
& sometimes my feet model (on Tom's no shoes day!).
- Get an awesome bike.
- Build a darkroom in the basement.
- Make many many trips to the waterpark with Aubs & Matt.
- Hang out with/go to concert with April (the last concert I went to was Heart on my 16th birthday. Honestly).
- Develop some pigment.
- Visit sister in Boston! --McLean & Harvard.
- Learn how to play the harmonica
- Relearn the flute. Or screw the flute and learn how to play guitar.
- Take lots and lots of photos.
- Auctions and yard sales with Kendra!
- Nightswimming.
- $ saving (this will never happen, but I feel better when I write it down).
- Start running again!! Sign up for a 5k.
- Go camping.
"I'm breaking through, I'm bending spoons, I keeping flowers in full bloom. I'm looking for answers from the great beyond." --Oh R.E.M., I love you.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
my intuition is all wrong
I'm confused as to whether I should feel unlucky or blessed. Right now I feel very very unlucky. and strange. My body aches all over. I took a shower earlier today and found that I have more scrapes and bruises than I thought. I'm glad everyone is okay--the other driver, the lady with her daugther who was having a seizure, distracted. I shouldn't be so downhearted and childish, but I get scared when I remember it all, those split second moments when you don't know what's going on, you don't know if you're going to be okay or not and you're thinking strange, hurried thoughts. I never want to have to drive again, which I guess isn't an option considering I'm a commuter. I wish I could bicycle anywhere I needed to go. I wish I didn't need anything. My head hurts so bad.
All of these weird coinsidences happened yesterday, little thoughts I pushed away. I woke up thinking I didn't want to go to Mollie's tonight, but then a stronger thought, one that said I should go to Mollie's, go to Mollie's-be social, see your friends. You'll feel better when you do, don't lock yourself up inside. So I decided to go. I picked out my dress and shoes, decided to finish up all of my online homework. I had an assignment in Abnormal psychology where we had to describe Hans Seyle's general adaptation syndrome, and give an example of a time in our lives when we had to deal with a stressful event. So I replied to the question by giving an example of how I'd dealt with a car accident--how my heart raced in a flight or fight response, how I eventually calmed and had to deal with what to do next. I hesitated before I submitted my answers, not wanting to jinx myself. I wish I would have knocked on wood.
About 6 hours later a woman ran a red light and hit my car on the passages side, sending my car spinning until I hit the stoplight pole.
Right after it happened I remember that question and how I answered, how coincidental it was. How weird it was that just yesterday I was I thinking to myself how much I love my car. I thought about how I was glad Mattie had to work and wasn't able to come with me--I can't imagine how awful it would have felt to have her with me. I thought about how my dad said he was almost rearended by this lady on the way home, how maybe I got lucky and the scales tipped and I got unlucky.
I feel stupid thinking this way, this magical disordered thinking that makes you believe you're safe if you have little rituals, think the right thoughts. It makes me wonder how my sister is so successful in treating psyhological disorders when I feel like I'm getting more anxious and scared everyday. I feel very small and fragile, like I did in the hospital when the doctor looked at me, pressing his hands to my heart and stomach, checking my breathing. I felt my heart speed up like a rabbit's and tasted that awful air bag powder in the back of my throught. It was only after I got back to the bathroom that I realized I was in room 13. I can't help but feel superstitious sometimes.
Mostly I am lonely. I was waiting in the ER, waiting for my mom to come. I was thinking of calling someone at the party, but I was the only sober one there when I left, so calling them to see me would been ridiculous and worried me anyway. I just wish that I could have a least had someone to be with me, someone to text and say "Can you come see me?" Most of the time I'm okay with being by myself, but then, there are times when I really wish I just had someone.
All of these weird coinsidences happened yesterday, little thoughts I pushed away. I woke up thinking I didn't want to go to Mollie's tonight, but then a stronger thought, one that said I should go to Mollie's, go to Mollie's-be social, see your friends. You'll feel better when you do, don't lock yourself up inside. So I decided to go. I picked out my dress and shoes, decided to finish up all of my online homework. I had an assignment in Abnormal psychology where we had to describe Hans Seyle's general adaptation syndrome, and give an example of a time in our lives when we had to deal with a stressful event. So I replied to the question by giving an example of how I'd dealt with a car accident--how my heart raced in a flight or fight response, how I eventually calmed and had to deal with what to do next. I hesitated before I submitted my answers, not wanting to jinx myself. I wish I would have knocked on wood.
About 6 hours later a woman ran a red light and hit my car on the passages side, sending my car spinning until I hit the stoplight pole.
Right after it happened I remember that question and how I answered, how coincidental it was. How weird it was that just yesterday I was I thinking to myself how much I love my car. I thought about how I was glad Mattie had to work and wasn't able to come with me--I can't imagine how awful it would have felt to have her with me. I thought about how my dad said he was almost rearended by this lady on the way home, how maybe I got lucky and the scales tipped and I got unlucky.
I feel stupid thinking this way, this magical disordered thinking that makes you believe you're safe if you have little rituals, think the right thoughts. It makes me wonder how my sister is so successful in treating psyhological disorders when I feel like I'm getting more anxious and scared everyday. I feel very small and fragile, like I did in the hospital when the doctor looked at me, pressing his hands to my heart and stomach, checking my breathing. I felt my heart speed up like a rabbit's and tasted that awful air bag powder in the back of my throught. It was only after I got back to the bathroom that I realized I was in room 13. I can't help but feel superstitious sometimes.
Mostly I am lonely. I was waiting in the ER, waiting for my mom to come. I was thinking of calling someone at the party, but I was the only sober one there when I left, so calling them to see me would been ridiculous and worried me anyway. I just wish that I could have a least had someone to be with me, someone to text and say "Can you come see me?" Most of the time I'm okay with being by myself, but then, there are times when I really wish I just had someone.
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