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| Just kidding. It'll actually say Xtina...haha no, not that either. So I kind of want to come back to Xanga. I know I have stuff to say. Lord knows I always have stuff to say. Maybe I'll start with the basics. I start classes again on the 22nd. I'm excited. Yes, excited to learn, to cook my own meals, to hang out with the little kids where I volunteer, to see the roomies, to rock the Sellery Front Desk, to be pre-occupied with my future, and to incredibly enjoy my present. Break was delightful. Very relaxing. Parts of it weren't quite how I expected. But hey, sometimes things just surprise you like that. Saw some movies over break: The Holiday (awww), Little Miss Sunshine (fun), Frida (interesting), The Lake House (eh...), Indiana Jones (classic). Heard some new music: Keith Urban (lovely). Decided not to go to Scotland this August. Decided to go to NYC. Thank goodness for globe-trotting friends. Heck thank goodness for friends. Spent quality time with the family. Ate some malaysian cusine with the older bro and discussed college with the younger. Laughed at my dad and hugged my mom. Who by the way, are more and more mentioning how much they want to move to San Diego. Mid-life crisis? I think so. Till next time...smile like you mean it. | | |
| "Runaway train never going back,
Runaway on a one way track,
Seems like we should be getting somewhere,
Somehow I'm neither here nor there."
Yes, I've joined the masses and posted song lyrics to express my mood. But fear not, the pessimistic tone above is not an expression of my whole mood, more like a very dark small corner of my mood. A corner that only comes to light during this horrible, and lately all too familiar, stage of life called "change". If I were to choose lyrics to represent my whole mood it would be something a little more up-beat. Perhaps a little...
"La la la la la la la life is wonderful"
and la la la la la la la so are you all.
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| http://www.startribune.com/462/story/569915.html
I saw the saddest, scariest thing I've ever seen in my life yesterday. This accident occurred right in front on my moving vehicle on 94. If I would have been in the left lane I would have hit the guy too. Instead I had to slam on my brakes as he was flying across the freeway (both lanes) in front of my truck and the first car that hit him. Called 911 for the first time in my life. He wasn't wearing a helmet, hard to say if that would have even helped though. People please please please drive safe. Wear your helmet (on bicycles too!), buckle up, and live life to its fullest. | | |
| GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Let's pretend this is Facebook and I am updating my status...
Emily is going crazy.
Emily is wondering if she'll ever be able to get over this one.
Emily is seriously considering a psychology major.
Emily is thus considering grad school.
Emily is wanting to go on a date, no strings attached, just some good old boy/girl quality time.
Emily is willing to pay her own way on the above said date, could she make it any easier for ya?
Emily is curious.
Emily is hoping to someday return to a "stable" state of mind.
Emily is asking the world to not judge her or her crazy antics.
Emily is enjoying her summer.
Emily is disappointed.
Emily is wanting to go shopping.
Emily is planning on practicing a little thing called self-control at a big thing called WeFest.
Emily is probably not going to succeed in the above stated goal and thus, Emily is already embarrassed, but has no regrets.
Emily is missing her siblings and their good ol' summer days together.
Emily is so wishing she could four seconds Johnny Depp.
Emily is starving for a distraction.
Emily is considering running away and joining the Tommy Bartlett Show in the Dells...water skiing, sparkly costumes, boys and boats. Sweet.
Emily is finished reading A Million Little Pieces and thinking about her late alcoholic uncle.
Emily is listening to Christmas music because her iTunes is on "random" and Christmas music makes her happy, even in July.
Emily is thinking she should start going to church again.
Emily is in love with the Snow Patrol song "Chasing Cars".
Emily is anxious for school to start.
Emily is grateful.
Emily is going crazy.
Emily is wondering if she'll ever be able to get over this one.
Emily is asking the world to not judge her or her crazy antics.
Emily is a lot happier than one might suspect after reading this post.
But Emily is still going crazy.
Peace out my loves.
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| Okay so here's one for all you dream interpreters out there. This morning, a couple minutes before I woke up I had one of those dreams where you don't realize you're sleeping because you were just awake...know what I mean? Well in this dream I had just woken up and when I looked into my mirror my eyeball was all funked up! It was all turned around in it's socket and there was weird pink/red/puffy skin like puffing out. Gross, I know. But I could still see and it didn't hurt. But then when I tried to re-situate my eyeball back into it's socket it almost popped out. And so I holler for my little bro, who is in the next room on the computer and who I still found some energy to yell at for moving my laptop even though my eye was falling out (dreams are freaky real like that sometimes). And so I tell him "Alex I need to go to the doctor! You have to take me. Mom's gone and I can't drive. I have to go to the doctor!" And what does he do? Look at me like I'm some diseased animal, laugh, and walks away. Then I woke up. Weird. So do my brother and I have issues? Or is there something symbolically wrong with my eye?
Sweet dreams, my loves. | | |
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