Senior Ball!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oops. Some of these are out of focus. I blame my mom... No actually it's Wesley's fault. He was trying to go manual and be all photo with my mom who just learned which button takes the picture.



I find that really funny, actually. Whenever you ask someone to take a picture for you and hand them a camera, they always fiddle around with it to find "the button." But it's always in the same place. It's always on the top right, and it's usually pretty obvious, unless you have a mean freak camera. I even do that. It's like a technological camera must. *Fiddle, fiddle, fiddle* "Uh... is this 'the button'? Do I press this thing here?"

BTW, I'm stealing some of Laura's photos. Hehe








I'm really starting to wonder what that actually was...

Here

So it was kind of funny about the whole going to SF thing. I could have slept in, it's true, but instead we left to fly the highway. At the last minute my mom looked out across the road at the line of traffic stretching out over what seemed to be miles.

"We're not going," she announced.

And that was that. No enlightening college visit. No sleep either. In a way I was relieved, because I did not have to worry about finding my way around another foreign campus explaining to intimidating professors why I was interrupting their important lectures... but then again, I just went home and didn't have time to sleep, or do anything much. So I'm not sure what became of that morning. I think it just seeped away... or maybe it just wasn't meant to exist in the first place. Some mornings just do that. They want to keep us on our toes :)

Yay! Pun's back! Everyone is doing as many last minute rush around college trips as they can pull off in the time that we have left. Ju Ju gets back late tomorrow I think, and so might Goby-looby-dooblie? All I can wish everyone is that their trips make something happen. Like a little light switch. Even a tiny one would be good. I know that didn't exactly happen to me yet, but at least my list is smaller now. Though, come to think of it... that narrowing of the list wasn't a result of my last ditch efforts to spy on colleges. It was more of a flick of the hand thing or a shaking of the head, like the dismissing of horror movie images before bed. I guess I just thought to my self, "Bard? Evergreen? UCSC? (and so on)... I have got to be kidding. No." I mean, I actually really liked Lewis and Clark, but I just don't think it's right. It's pretty, and perfect but... It's not here.

Mostly places are just too far away. I love it here. I love so many things here :) And it's really helped me to have lived in so many places. PA, up north in all those towns I can't remember the names to, SF, Tiberon (can't spell), and others... being so many other places I realize why where I am is so me. I think I belong here, at least for the moment, and it's really good to realize that. Nothing else is as good. I love it!

But I still have a problem. There are many places HERE, or close to here anyway, so now what?

Hat Time :) ?

Sickagain

It's strange... usually when I'm sick I write a lot. I sit at home being sick and I get a chance to actually write something. But no-o-o-o, I have go running around. I could be sleeping because of the star test but instead I'm going to SF, again. More classes, more college stuff. I'm so very sick, and tired of college. I think I may end up picking one out of a hat. *sniffle*

Youngen

Heh, yes I do know this makes no sense yet. It's an unfinished post, you see.

Soon

So this candle is burning away. I lit it with the understanding that when it burned down i would go to sleep. It's getting rather low. Soon, soon. My bed, I will come to you. Soon.

Maybe A Little Hyper...

COFFEE!

(Giggles and Lights all the candles in the house while throwing colored pencils at the piano bench and humming the new tune to my cell phone on a kazoo as I also pan the couch cushions for lost coin treasures)

(Oh wait, my paper!)

Bye

Bring It On!

Oh no oh no oh no!

Why is my Psycho paper due tomorrow?!

Somehow I spent my break finding journals, but since I thought the paper itself was due next week... I had my writing planned out very nicely.

Except now I have to finish by tomorrow.

Eh, why not.... Bring it on!

Hmm...? More Break?

I'm just remembering the lovely wonders of the Star Test. I remember in 5th grade I drew and illegal doodle on my answer booklet. It was supposed to be a girl holding a pencil with big test day tears. Then below that I had listed the days on which the test was supposed to take place... and next to them I could check them off.

I remember sophomore year I got a migraine during the test and had to sit on a couch in the office for an hour or so, moaning until I got to go home.

I remember stopping all lessons for at least a week or so it seemed. What a strange test.

Now I remember that as a senior, I don't have to take the test ever again! For the days that the test happens this year, I don't think us seniors have to come to school until late, isn't that right? It's almost like a second break, since one of the most glorious things about not going to school is being able to sleep. We deserve a second break.

Eggs And Bunnies And Fluffy Things

Happy Easter

Can't Help It

Just because something's simpler… doesn’t always mean it’s better.

Incongruity Theory

I've been waiting forever for break, so that I could go wild, have some fun and do things I never have time to do. Now I don't know what to do.

Such is life.

I'm actually wondering if House will ever get old. I mean he will with the whole gaining an year here and there. but what about me getting tired of it. maybe the show does really have the same plot over and over:)

no never

Spur-Of-The-Moment

Last Saturday I awoke, sliding into the hall, blinking at the bright light from outside. My mom cheerfully planted an idea in my sleepy mind.

“Lets drive north,” she said. “And visit some old friends if they’re around.”

And so my day sparked into action. Our goal was simply to have breakfast in Occidental, and anything else that fell into place... so be it.

I ended up driving most of the way. I think my mind has been emblazoned with the twists and turns of the road. Someday I hope to know it by heart. I used to, but back then I was in the back seat, staring out the window.

It was so wonderful to see Ariana. She’s one of the few friends I can be away from for years, but then as soon as we’re together… it’s like those absent years are pushed away.

There was one point, when I was driving down Coleman Valley Road when I was hit hard with a sweep of memories. I wish I had a camera, but it’s here in my memory, bright and new. I can’t believe I forgot such a sight. I used to see it all the time. It’s strange that it takes years away from a place to really remember the beauty that it has. It’s the same with people sometimes too. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. But I wish I could have kept that image with me, and never lost it.

I can see it now before my eyes. The thin winding road dives down the hill, on either side a wild shady green pasture. Suddenly the fencing drops away, connecting the grass and asphalt. Far in the distance is a wall of trees, and above them are the clouds, settled softly on the horizon. Then comes the mist, like spirits that creep and spill across the road. The chilled wind blows it on quickly. The road seems to open up, with the ocean out ahead. The sun is caught in the clouds, illuminating them from the inside. A white light radiates out, reflecting on the waves below, making them glow. Each wave gleams with stillness, not like water, but like ice.