domino effect

Birthday has come and gone. It was mellow. Dinner and ice cream at ICI with family and friends. The actual day of my birth was spent in bed, nursing my cough and cold. I got some really sweet cards and little presents. My mom always knows how to make me cry the happiest of tears.

We went and saw Alkaline Trio and Cursive in the city last Thursday. The crowd was funny, semi-annoying. Alkaline was good, I love them both, but Cursive killed it. Their set was full of all of my favorite songs and their energy was the highest I have ever seen them. Far is this Thursday along with Stomacher, a band that has come highly recommended by friends. I am excited for this week to be bookend in shows.

I like crafts. Usually they consists of collages. I love to cut words and pictures out of magazines, newspapers, postcards, posters, etc. and glue them all together to represent someone\something. Today I made a frame out of dominoes. I haven't made the backing yet, but here it is. I like the simple black and white.



This weekend we are heading up to Tahoe with my mom and sister. Should be a nice little getaway. A chance to relax by a fire, surrounded by calm white and those I love. I'm looking forward to it.

I want to read. I finished a Approaching Neverland, which surpassed all of my expectations and then some. I am almost done with Book 5, the story has picked up speed once again, and I have no idea what is going to happen next. Then onto Book 6. And I am searching for a new one to start. I think I am going to read You Are Not a Stranger Here.



What would you attempt to do if you knew you could not fail?

boxes of friends and endless races

Classes galore. I am feeling productive and proud of myself for having a 30 hour work week, plus a full class load, picking up nannying jobs along the way, and still, occasionally, finding time for myself...

At both of my jobs, I watch my patients and kids make friends so easily, like they are collecting them all up in a little box. And this got me thinking… When we were young, our best friend was determined by us liking the same food, or T.V. show or color, and the same seems to go for the elderly patients I work with. Just the other day I made a comment to two women sitting next to eachother “Oh! You both have on the same color purple!” Immediately they became the best of friends and will tell you so when asked. So, what happened in the in-between years? When was it not okay to like people so easily? When did it become cool to do just the opposite, and make your friend’s lives miserable through backstabbing and other drama-filled teenage years? But never fear… the good times come back apparently. The times when you can sit down, and smile at someone, and be friends. Maybe it’s like a friendship circle of sorts.

Lately I have been trying to run\walk the frustration out of me. At times I feel this eminent sense of ‘stuck’ overwhelming me. Most of the time, it’s the little things adding up, but lately it seems like I have bigger things on my mind. And I’m the only one.

((my voice is just an echo. what does it take to get ready? why am I always the first to the finish line when it’s not suppose to be race? the short rope keeps getting shorter. when will the tension break it in two?))

I love this little ball of fur on my lap.

safeway

I came to an epiphany the other day while shopping at safeway. It was a day where I actually got dressed. I don’t mean this, in the sense that on some days I go without clothing, but rather, that I took care in choosing the clothes I put on for the day. I was complimented several times by the “regulars,” the people I see day in and day out as they seem to always be working when I go in. I realized as I walked through the aisles that these people seem to know me best out of all the people in town, discounting those I live with, family, etc. They have seen all sides of me, and continue to see me on the good days and the bad. They see me when I am sick and come in for some Tylenol in the sweats, full of snot and feverish. They see me when I am dressed nice and stop in to pick up something to take to a party. They see me when I stop in after a run, a day at camp, a workout, and need something to drink. They see me when its just one of those days and all I want is some comfort food, and I want it now. And then, they see me when things seem to be going okay, it’s an okay kind of day and I’m just there, doing my thing. I think they have pretty much seen it all. Weird. For people that know nothing about me, they know me pretty well.

I have fallen in love with two little old ladies. They are spunky little things. One scoots her way around the facility, following me as I work, commenting on a world that resembles nothing of our own. The other knows exactly what she wants, when she wants it, even when she can’t have it, and she knows that too. They are fun, and funny, and completely content in their own little worlds, which is definitely not ours. Unfortunately I had to transfer one of them to the hospital on Sunday, I hope she is back by tomorrow, they make my days go by faster.



I bought myself a birthday present, a Wii. I had told people for a while now, and several holidays have passed, with no such present. I suppose I am too old, now I get practical things like underwear and tires; both of which are important and needed on a daily basis, which I suppose is for the better. Meh, I’ll buy my own senseless fun.

School started again. Class at 8am, which means getting to school by 7:45 to find parking, get to class, get situated, and all that. I am not a morning person. This class seems like it should be good. I like the teacher thus far, which is more than I can say for last semester’s class. I am trying my best to stay motivated.

Is it only for me because there’s a “to” and “from"?