The weirdest thing happened while I was shuffling down the aisle in search of a water bottle. This song came on. An old one. And instantly a face appeared in my mind. Crazy how that works. Then I saw a can of Monster on the shelf, the super huge type, and another face popped into my head, causing a grin to appear on my face. (Because truly, how many non-hilarious memories have to do with super sized cans of Monster?).
In that moment I realized that I associate objects, songs, colors, with people. It's strange.
So during a lecture at this very old college that I had the honor of taking an economics course at, I scribbled down things that reminded me of various people. I love these lists. They're little glimpses of people.
The song Amsterdam is really special. Why? You might ask? Because I love it.
And THAT is what my best friend would call my textbook display of narcism.
Disapointment is something I've had to deal with my whole life, but a lot today. Such a self centered human, I am. (Hello Yoda-Jillian). But really, even now that I am a month away from my eighteenth birthday, I still have to choke down tears and just get over things. I'll admit, it's hard. Especially something you've looked forward to for awhile. Many people are great at not getting their hopes up, unfortunately, I'm not one of them. What an awful, stinging feeling.
|Spent over half my childhood in this old Chicago home.|
But yeah! Really, it's March 15th now, so I have less than a month till I'm an ADULT.
(Errr, I remember expressing how irksome I found it when people said AD-ult, and then CoCo piped up from her much superior looking sketch that she said it like that. :P I remember too much. I should probably make a list of people who I know IRL's blogs....)
Part of growing up would probably mean that I should be sleeping instead of writing, and head banging to Weezer at 12:05 AM.
|This picture shows craziness behind those eyes. I like that.|
Went to a dance in a college gymnasium last weekend. It was a lot of fun. A bit awkward when dancing with a guy you vaguely know, but you get over it quickly. Love the rosy faces, the jumpy music, the crowds of wallflowers, the gym floor under my nylon-ed feet.
Definite repeat. See, homeschoolers don't really miss all that much, do we?
I guess we aren't stuck on a bus, or get to experience the great social hierarchy known as the cafeteria, but maybe we'll survive.
I think I've made it to the end. Hope you like the pictures. Some of them were taken with my Dad's new medical camera, and it has a beautiful macro lens.