i've got the spirit. i'm losing feeling.

i think the heavens are telling me to step back and relax.

last night, i went to Phenomenology.
i'm not enrolled in the class, i just love the teacher and the subject.
i decided to sit in on it when i found out Nikita (one of my few and far between friends on campus) was planning the same.
we both took it two years ago.
yesterday, when i ran into Nikita, she told me she was taking a semester off.
drag.
Phenomenology will still be fun to re-take, though.
Sarah Dillon and Aaron Blickenstaff are in my class.
i know people.

i bought a microwave 4-cheese quesadilla and an orange cream blue sky soda then headed back to my room.
i had this great plan of watching an episode of The Wire and enjoying the quesadilla before i went to bed early.
had to wake up at 5:00, you know.
when i got to the room (this is at about 9:15pm) the lights were off and Adriel was snoring.
day one and it's already downhill.
i went to the commons room and watched some Scrubs while i ate my decent dinner.
then it was to the shower and in bed by 10:30.
i didn't fall asleep until after 12:30.
and i kept waking up through the night.

i had a dream that these creepy little flesh eating bugs from space landed in my neighborhood.
they wrecked some cars and hid in a tree (there were so many inside the tree that it looked like the tree was alive and moving).
they swarmed at Tim and mom. my dad and i were down the street.
i said to my dad "you know what they're doing?! we have to go." and hopped in a jeep.
my dad said "i know. they're eating them alive. it's not like i can live without your mother." and he wouldn't leave.

i woke up 2 minutes before my alarm and reset it for 5:45.
woke up again and went through the morning routine.
i walked outside to the covered walkway and could hear it was still freezing rain.
no big deal, i'm wearing my hooded flannel.
then, i got to the door that leads out of the dorms and to campus itself.
Goucher is completely frozen.
everything is ice.

i came back to my room, praying that the internet was working.
it was, and classes don't start today until 11:30am.
that means no Cryptology, no French, and no running across the entire campus to get from one to the other.
i was so stressed about today.
i'm going back to bed.

too old to have an excuse

the most composure Amy had all night.



the rest of the night.



KING DIAMOOOOOND



you're bloggin.



ooo cake.



Saves the Day was playing.

Dustin used my blog.
he was on my laptop and didn't realize i was logged in.
hope you enjoyed his guest post.

look at madonnas bush wtf

blanketing everything

need to re-learn french...
the immediacy of how soon i'll be back on campus is constantly on my mind.
next week.
i'll have one day of classes before i'm thrown back into struggling through learning a foreign language.
when i think of this semester, that's all i can focus on.
the other classes won't be a challenge, but french...
i'm so far from focused right now.
i hope moving back on campus will pull me back into the well-functioning fold and i can get some damn work done.
i need to review 12 chapters in 8 days.
it won't be that awful and difficult.
i just need to do it.



i'm looking forward to early mornings at Goucher.
no one awake.
no one to bother me.
just myself wide-eyed in the library, doing what needs to be done.
it'll be freezing when i walk from my dorm to the library at around 5:30 am, but my skin will get thicker.
if i drive out to the reservior, i prob won't have time to take photos on mondays, wednesdays and fridays.
my first class is at 8:30.
i'll spend of alot of afternoons sound asleep, but it works for me.



ever since Kanye West came out with Graduation, i've felt like writing about clothes and fashion and style is taboo.
so i'll be brief on this topic.
at this point in my life, i couldn't be more content with the clothes i wear.
larger, more comfortable shirts and sweaters are a must.
american apparel wearing fools could never ruin v-necks for me.
65% cotton 35% polyester plaid shirts are worn almost every day.
they feel so nice.
Altamont jeans have lived up to my expectations completely.
unless i come into a grand sum of money and can afford the most expensive of the expensive without making a dent in my wallet, i probably won't buy jeans from any other company here on out.
most importantly, i got my peacoat fixed.
the asian lady at the taylor's happened to stitch through the pocket when she reattached the bottom button, but my mom can fix it.



we were strangers
for way too long.

let's go to Bamboozle

TGUK
Taking Back Sunday
Outbreak
New Found Glory

who cares about all the shitty kiddy trendy bands?
those four bands at one venue...
oh yeah, GWAR is playing, too.

i never see you like i want to

i want to skip town.

i want to take my cameras on the road.
there's a road that follows alongside the interstate.
that's the road i would take.
there's so many places i've wanted to photograph on the way to Disney World.
so many broken down gas stations.
so many old, old houses with trees growing in them.
so times i've wanted to scream STOP so i could run out and take one quick shot.

photography has always been a pure joy thing for me.
the action of taking a photograph is everything.
when i was a little kid and had my Little Tikes camera, i took as many pictures as i could.
i snuck it to school a few times.
a lot of those roles of film were lost and never even developed.
i don't know what happened to the ones my mom did get developed.
i didn't care.
i just liked looking through the viewfinder, pressing the shutter, and rolling to the next frame of film.

once, i had a really small purple "spy" camera that i won at a carnival or something.
it was such a piece of crap that it didn't even have batteries.
it was just a spring activated shutter and a wheel for rolling film.
i don't think i ever put film in it.
but you can bet i kept it with me a lot.
just looking through the viewfinder and pretending to take pictures.

i love looking at things.
i like noticing how beautiful every fucking thing on the face of this earth is.
i have so many pictures of garbage saved on my computer.
i hate pollution but, i must admit, it can really look amazing.
all i'm ever trying to do when i point a camera at anything is capture a fraction of the beauty that i see.
people, places, animals, inanimate objects, walls, water, weather, anything and everything in my line of vision.

i need to start going on walks again.

i really do want to skip town for a few days.
gas prices are low enough to warrant a road trip.
and i have this awesome new camera that gets pretty close to my own view of the world.
who's up for it?

me in my own world

mine: peppermint ice cream on a morning buzz donut
(ie. peppermint mocha)



Claire's: grandma's apple pie ice cream on a french toast donut
(ie. apples on french toast)

the many faces