Burts Bees is WAY better than Chapstick brand
Next week I have to force myself to get back into the college thing. Shit.
I have some tough classes and everyone I've talked to seems to always say, "you can do it and you will."
Glad they think so.
Psychology
Sociology
Philosophy
Statistics
Health
Shoot me in the foot.
I will finish this year at UMF, however, I'm not sure where I'm going from there.
What do you think of California?
Then again I guess what it comes down to is....
What will California think of a young adult from Westbrook, Maine who aspires to be the best photographer she can be?
Maybe I'll find out...and maybe I wont.
I think tomorrow I'll go for a bike ride?
I miss working Monday through Friday from the "ass crack of dawn" until the Church bells ring at three....then driving my little red sports car to the boulevard where a good number of people were running/walking or biking. I miss struggling to get my bike out of the small hatch of my car just to scratch the paint in a different spot than the day before. Tying my keys to the strings in my shorts, tucking my portable CD player in the front of my spandex....resting my water bottle in the back of my spandex and riding three and a half miles while listening to Breaking Benjamin. Not showered and paint all over from work usually wearing my white shorts and a t-shirt enjoying the way the water moves on and off the sands where the seagulls stand waiting for helpless fish or critters. I miss the sweat rolling down my hairline and soaking the back of my shirt but not stopping until I saw my little red car waiting for me. I miss the self-content I established from a simple fifteen minute ride, passing strangers I'll never meet and smiling...feeling the sun on my arms and neck and the breeze on my face. I miss riding back to my place of residence, legs aching but never being sure if it was the eight hours of work or the fifteen minutes of self-content. Showering the paint and aches away just to do it all again the next day.
That's it.
I have some tough classes and everyone I've talked to seems to always say, "you can do it and you will."
Glad they think so.
Psychology
Sociology
Philosophy
Statistics
Health
Shoot me in the foot.
I will finish this year at UMF, however, I'm not sure where I'm going from there.
What do you think of California?
Then again I guess what it comes down to is....
What will California think of a young adult from Westbrook, Maine who aspires to be the best photographer she can be?
Maybe I'll find out...and maybe I wont.
I think tomorrow I'll go for a bike ride?
I miss working Monday through Friday from the "ass crack of dawn" until the Church bells ring at three....then driving my little red sports car to the boulevard where a good number of people were running/walking or biking. I miss struggling to get my bike out of the small hatch of my car just to scratch the paint in a different spot than the day before. Tying my keys to the strings in my shorts, tucking my portable CD player in the front of my spandex....resting my water bottle in the back of my spandex and riding three and a half miles while listening to Breaking Benjamin. Not showered and paint all over from work usually wearing my white shorts and a t-shirt enjoying the way the water moves on and off the sands where the seagulls stand waiting for helpless fish or critters. I miss the sweat rolling down my hairline and soaking the back of my shirt but not stopping until I saw my little red car waiting for me. I miss the self-content I established from a simple fifteen minute ride, passing strangers I'll never meet and smiling...feeling the sun on my arms and neck and the breeze on my face. I miss riding back to my place of residence, legs aching but never being sure if it was the eight hours of work or the fifteen minutes of self-content. Showering the paint and aches away just to do it all again the next day.
That's it.