wham...bam...
A sensible update is probalby out of the question, since im sitting here at 3:26, my clock time, which is too fast, thinking that i should repaint my toenails. I've realized the nailpolish on my toes (i can't stand it on my fingernails), is more than decoration. in fact, i dont consider it that anymore. It's been some sort of ritual i dont understand since the summer of 6th grade when i painted them green at stacy's ranch in carpinteria and we competed to see whose stayed on the longest. I won, a bit stayed on till February.
So, now it's left from Oahu, and since Lacey, Abbie, and Julia are coming, Lacey in exactly...6 hours and 55 minutes (once again later, my clock is too fast), i figured it's a reason to celebrate. I might just paint over it though.
This week my mom and i redid a room downstairs. It's just about finished now, the mission room, with walls with such consistency that im sure i could file my nails, or toenails, on them if i wanted to. It's my fault, i chose the color out, but i actually like it now.
Lately, i've been a bit bored and sounding funny, since when i call Stacy, she never fails to tell me that i sound like i'm high or on acid. Last night taht was at two in the morning when i had the sudden urge to talk to her. The benefits of having an insomniac friend. So, TO TURN THIS INTO A SUPER CHEESY ENTRY, she mentioned what she'd miss going to college: her house. and today, i realized what i'd miss: walking my dog.
I started to walk her rather regularly since freshman year on. She's gotten a bit thicker around the middle lately, but she's still really thin, and still energetic. And to continue on with the rituals, every time i take her on a walk, i have to do some things:
1. Look behind me when i get to the top of the hill, and if i see hamburger hill right before i start down, i'd have a good day the next day. this would often result in me walking backwards the entire top of the hill
2. tap the street pole on the corner of darcy lane and creekside
3. look at my favorite staircase and always think of the same thing (waaaay to cheesy to be written in an already drippy entry)
4. i used to have to also pet a certain plant that was on the side of the road, but they cut it down
and also, since then, even though i live in an area where every fourth house is designed the same way, where all the cars are practically identical, and all the colors stay within 3 tone ranges of each other, i've noticed some changes. The one i've enjoyed most is on the corner of briardale. When i first started to walk the dog, someone in the corner house took up the trumpet. And more often than not, he'd be practicing when i walked past at night. At first, he/she, im pretty sure it's a he, sounded like...an elephant squashing a bag piper, but recently i've realized how good he's gotten. Throughout the years i've picked up on his improvement, which maybe have seemed imperceptible to him, or he only knew something was different, but didn't realize what or when it happened. I'd like to think that through the years, something that i do improved or developed, but thinking about it right now, it seems like it hasn't. Im not begging for compliments or "asking for it," but i know im not exceptional at the few things i do do. Im not witty, clever, very creative, show-stopping, or anything, but the few things i do, i enjoy. But, returning to briardale, i am also hopeful that maybe it's not too late to find something new to love to do.
Walking past the house, if i think about it more, also shows that sometimes strangers know what kind of person you are the best. A lot of them certainly did teach me many things. My mom always said that strangers are going to make me feel bad for what i do wrong. Friends will tell you what to do, and strangers show you what you do, if that makes sense. Of course, my mom also says that you can always tell what kind of a person someone is by their bathroom. Since the light went out in mine 2 weeks ago and i haven't bothered to change it, i hope not.
congratulations to oscar the pig for doing so well in the pig show.
OH, this will probably be modified. but now im goign to go to sleep because then lacey, abbie, and julia come sooner!
So, now it's left from Oahu, and since Lacey, Abbie, and Julia are coming, Lacey in exactly...6 hours and 55 minutes (once again later, my clock is too fast), i figured it's a reason to celebrate. I might just paint over it though.
This week my mom and i redid a room downstairs. It's just about finished now, the mission room, with walls with such consistency that im sure i could file my nails, or toenails, on them if i wanted to. It's my fault, i chose the color out, but i actually like it now.
Lately, i've been a bit bored and sounding funny, since when i call Stacy, she never fails to tell me that i sound like i'm high or on acid. Last night taht was at two in the morning when i had the sudden urge to talk to her. The benefits of having an insomniac friend. So, TO TURN THIS INTO A SUPER CHEESY ENTRY, she mentioned what she'd miss going to college: her house. and today, i realized what i'd miss: walking my dog.
I started to walk her rather regularly since freshman year on. She's gotten a bit thicker around the middle lately, but she's still really thin, and still energetic. And to continue on with the rituals, every time i take her on a walk, i have to do some things:
1. Look behind me when i get to the top of the hill, and if i see hamburger hill right before i start down, i'd have a good day the next day. this would often result in me walking backwards the entire top of the hill
2. tap the street pole on the corner of darcy lane and creekside
3. look at my favorite staircase and always think of the same thing (waaaay to cheesy to be written in an already drippy entry)
4. i used to have to also pet a certain plant that was on the side of the road, but they cut it down
and also, since then, even though i live in an area where every fourth house is designed the same way, where all the cars are practically identical, and all the colors stay within 3 tone ranges of each other, i've noticed some changes. The one i've enjoyed most is on the corner of briardale. When i first started to walk the dog, someone in the corner house took up the trumpet. And more often than not, he'd be practicing when i walked past at night. At first, he/she, im pretty sure it's a he, sounded like...an elephant squashing a bag piper, but recently i've realized how good he's gotten. Throughout the years i've picked up on his improvement, which maybe have seemed imperceptible to him, or he only knew something was different, but didn't realize what or when it happened. I'd like to think that through the years, something that i do improved or developed, but thinking about it right now, it seems like it hasn't. Im not begging for compliments or "asking for it," but i know im not exceptional at the few things i do do. Im not witty, clever, very creative, show-stopping, or anything, but the few things i do, i enjoy. But, returning to briardale, i am also hopeful that maybe it's not too late to find something new to love to do.
Walking past the house, if i think about it more, also shows that sometimes strangers know what kind of person you are the best. A lot of them certainly did teach me many things. My mom always said that strangers are going to make me feel bad for what i do wrong. Friends will tell you what to do, and strangers show you what you do, if that makes sense. Of course, my mom also says that you can always tell what kind of a person someone is by their bathroom. Since the light went out in mine 2 weeks ago and i haven't bothered to change it, i hope not.
congratulations to oscar the pig for doing so well in the pig show.
OH, this will probably be modified. but now im goign to go to sleep because then lacey, abbie, and julia come sooner!