this land is your land
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York Island
From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me
As I was walking a ribbon of highway
I saw above me an endless skyway
I saw below me a golden valley
This land was made for you and me
and here i go again! august 2 i leave my third home away from home, i leave the godforsaken winter in august... i leave it all. and the funniest bit is that i arrive in LA ten minutes BEFORE i leave melbourne. damn international dateline. makes my head spin just thinking about it.
so it goes! and here i go! its been an eventful past few weeks to be honest. mike from oberlin came, josh from ireland was here, all i needed was a nashville representative and all relevent paths would've crossed at once. its a strange feeling getting a wake up call from monica inviting me to join them. it amazes me that my friend selection is so consistent. they all like each other too! weird!
it was strange walking up burke st. talking about where will be the next time our paths cross. we're both giving it five years this time around. he'll be married with 2.5 kids, i hopefully will be employed at best. he thinks engaged. pffth. we've decided to have a reunion at disneyworld on the "small world ride". i'm a little scared. that ride is insane.
in addition to the emotional whirlwind of goodbyes over and over and over again i've completely lost all motorskillzz. example: yesterday i was walking down thte street and a large gust of wind (we're talking laaarge) literally picked me up and knocked me over face first into the MIDDLE of the street. already a week ago i fell over just walking (yes i was sober) and skinned the shit out of one knee. now, this fall yesterday fucked my other knee. two skinny knees, ripped pants and very little pride. then a few hours later, i harmlessly rubbed my eye only to find it COMPLETELY swollen shut five minutes later. mike and i both freaked out b/c we didnt know how this happend and since my pants were ripped from the fall and my knee bloodied and bruised the eye did not make me look too good on the tram ride home. i was getting so many stares that the stress of all of this made me somehow burst out into tears. poor mike. i made him look to be the abusive husband. we decided it'd be fun to try and scare people by me going into the supermarket, filling a shopping cart with mostly vodka bottles and a few things of diapers and then when the price comes up as being expensive, ask to put the diapers back. a funny image if you ask me.
after that, it was a challenge to tempt fate once again and actually leave my house this morning but i had to. more fun news for my fun last week! guess whose visa is expiring tommorow!!!!!!!!! thats right. and i leave sat. so i went to the embassy and they told me that on thursday, i have to go to the immigration office and announce myself, confess before them that i'm an outlaw. NO SHIT. i have to admit to my unlawfulness. and since honesty is the best policy, they make me pay 50 bucks and i dont get my ass thrown in prison. it would've been nice for the study abroad folks to tell me when the visa expired. oh well. this is cool. i get to be an outlaw for three whole days.
thats about all for now. i'm coming for you dick and bush 4 eva!!!!!!!
-xtina
From California, to the New York Island
From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me
As I was walking a ribbon of highway
I saw above me an endless skyway
I saw below me a golden valley
This land was made for you and me
and here i go again! august 2 i leave my third home away from home, i leave the godforsaken winter in august... i leave it all. and the funniest bit is that i arrive in LA ten minutes BEFORE i leave melbourne. damn international dateline. makes my head spin just thinking about it.
so it goes! and here i go! its been an eventful past few weeks to be honest. mike from oberlin came, josh from ireland was here, all i needed was a nashville representative and all relevent paths would've crossed at once. its a strange feeling getting a wake up call from monica inviting me to join them. it amazes me that my friend selection is so consistent. they all like each other too! weird!
it was strange walking up burke st. talking about where will be the next time our paths cross. we're both giving it five years this time around. he'll be married with 2.5 kids, i hopefully will be employed at best. he thinks engaged. pffth. we've decided to have a reunion at disneyworld on the "small world ride". i'm a little scared. that ride is insane.
in addition to the emotional whirlwind of goodbyes over and over and over again i've completely lost all motorskillzz. example: yesterday i was walking down thte street and a large gust of wind (we're talking laaarge) literally picked me up and knocked me over face first into the MIDDLE of the street. already a week ago i fell over just walking (yes i was sober) and skinned the shit out of one knee. now, this fall yesterday fucked my other knee. two skinny knees, ripped pants and very little pride. then a few hours later, i harmlessly rubbed my eye only to find it COMPLETELY swollen shut five minutes later. mike and i both freaked out b/c we didnt know how this happend and since my pants were ripped from the fall and my knee bloodied and bruised the eye did not make me look too good on the tram ride home. i was getting so many stares that the stress of all of this made me somehow burst out into tears. poor mike. i made him look to be the abusive husband. we decided it'd be fun to try and scare people by me going into the supermarket, filling a shopping cart with mostly vodka bottles and a few things of diapers and then when the price comes up as being expensive, ask to put the diapers back. a funny image if you ask me.
after that, it was a challenge to tempt fate once again and actually leave my house this morning but i had to. more fun news for my fun last week! guess whose visa is expiring tommorow!!!!!!!!! thats right. and i leave sat. so i went to the embassy and they told me that on thursday, i have to go to the immigration office and announce myself, confess before them that i'm an outlaw. NO SHIT. i have to admit to my unlawfulness. and since honesty is the best policy, they make me pay 50 bucks and i dont get my ass thrown in prison. it would've been nice for the study abroad folks to tell me when the visa expired. oh well. this is cool. i get to be an outlaw for three whole days.
thats about all for now. i'm coming for you dick and bush 4 eva!!!!!!!
-xtina