"That girl just got wrecked."
So physically tired! Just got home from worrrrrk and I suppose that while I'm not moving thanks to this bodily overdrive, I'LL UPDATE!
The past few weeks have been blissfully filled with good times and that self-gratifying feeling of accomplishment. Being under house arrest a while back brought me to terms with where I'm at in my life right now. It gave me so much time to think, to read, to relax, to create, to restore...I FUCKING LOVED IT! I'm not gonna lie...sometimes I really enjoy going solo like that. Sanity time, really. And I s-l-e-p-t. So that was the birth of the freshly restored and lively Krysta.
And with that birth came some paintings, new jewelry, and fierce energy! I am so lame and funny!
Last week I was able to catch up with a bunch of fabulous people. Saw the Aquabats with the Phenomonauts and the Eyeliners in the sweltering, oxygenless, heat chamber known as the Living Room. The Phenomonauts are my new favorite ska band hands down. So ridiculous live! Fun seeing Skiz and Podge. Next day was Zox and they were wonderous as usual. Hit up providence and that not-so-free show with WILL and proceeded to see pretty much everyone from EVERYWHERE, which was awesome and annoying all at once! Crrrrazed.
Saw The Life Aquatic that night too I think. Such a good film! Mad love for Bill Murray.
That brings us up to today. Today felt so alive. Granted it was interrupted by Gregg's at four, but before that was incredible. Jenna, Kieran and I ventured to Massachusetts this morning in search of a certain enclosed body of water. Dylan had been talking about it and how awesome it was for cliff jumping, so we of course took it upon ourselves to go with no one who had already been. It took us long enough to find the general area, and even longer to find our way into the woods. Hawks were flying overhead, and we were literally in the middle of nowhere. After a long, hilly, and untamed walk through the sketchiest woods amongst car wrecks, overgrowth, and mud ponds, we finally found the right path to our destination (with the help of two kids on bikes.) AND DAYUMN! The place was astoundingly secluded and the stagnant lake was beautifully surrounded by graffitied cliffs that were so high I nearly collapsed from the thought of jumping off. From there all that was left to do was climb up the rocks to the summit and look down at the fifty or more feet of air seperating your body from the water below. Thankfully there were already some helpful guys there who showed us how it was to be done. Jenna and I were so scared to jump, haha. It was just so intimidatingly high up, but we finally did it together and the rush of adrenaline was unrestrainable, but the pressure of the air skewed my body to the side and BAM! Painful ass landing in the water! I didn't think my ass would ever feel the same again, but a couple minutes later it was chill, and I jumped again much more successfully. And again...and again. I guess you just have to fly off yourself to understand.
You look at your fate below. You breathe. You take off. The wind comes. The world around you drops. And you descend and meet the crack of the embracing water.
And then your bathing suit comes off, haha.
We searched for Kieran's car, feeling exhausted, enlightened, and refreshed.
Totally going there again. It was such a calming, inviting and invigerating experience.
The past few weeks have been blissfully filled with good times and that self-gratifying feeling of accomplishment. Being under house arrest a while back brought me to terms with where I'm at in my life right now. It gave me so much time to think, to read, to relax, to create, to restore...I FUCKING LOVED IT! I'm not gonna lie...sometimes I really enjoy going solo like that. Sanity time, really. And I s-l-e-p-t. So that was the birth of the freshly restored and lively Krysta.
And with that birth came some paintings, new jewelry, and fierce energy! I am so lame and funny!
Last week I was able to catch up with a bunch of fabulous people. Saw the Aquabats with the Phenomonauts and the Eyeliners in the sweltering, oxygenless, heat chamber known as the Living Room. The Phenomonauts are my new favorite ska band hands down. So ridiculous live! Fun seeing Skiz and Podge. Next day was Zox and they were wonderous as usual. Hit up providence and that not-so-free show with WILL and proceeded to see pretty much everyone from EVERYWHERE, which was awesome and annoying all at once! Crrrrazed.
Saw The Life Aquatic that night too I think. Such a good film! Mad love for Bill Murray.
That brings us up to today. Today felt so alive. Granted it was interrupted by Gregg's at four, but before that was incredible. Jenna, Kieran and I ventured to Massachusetts this morning in search of a certain enclosed body of water. Dylan had been talking about it and how awesome it was for cliff jumping, so we of course took it upon ourselves to go with no one who had already been. It took us long enough to find the general area, and even longer to find our way into the woods. Hawks were flying overhead, and we were literally in the middle of nowhere. After a long, hilly, and untamed walk through the sketchiest woods amongst car wrecks, overgrowth, and mud ponds, we finally found the right path to our destination (with the help of two kids on bikes.) AND DAYUMN! The place was astoundingly secluded and the stagnant lake was beautifully surrounded by graffitied cliffs that were so high I nearly collapsed from the thought of jumping off. From there all that was left to do was climb up the rocks to the summit and look down at the fifty or more feet of air seperating your body from the water below. Thankfully there were already some helpful guys there who showed us how it was to be done. Jenna and I were so scared to jump, haha. It was just so intimidatingly high up, but we finally did it together and the rush of adrenaline was unrestrainable, but the pressure of the air skewed my body to the side and BAM! Painful ass landing in the water! I didn't think my ass would ever feel the same again, but a couple minutes later it was chill, and I jumped again much more successfully. And again...and again. I guess you just have to fly off yourself to understand.
You look at your fate below. You breathe. You take off. The wind comes. The world around you drops. And you descend and meet the crack of the embracing water.
And then your bathing suit comes off, haha.
We searched for Kieran's car, feeling exhausted, enlightened, and refreshed.
Totally going there again. It was such a calming, inviting and invigerating experience.