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| Leaving is such a strange feeling. I am packed and ready to go back to Rachaha but I almost wish i could stay. Aric and I have avoided the whole conversation of "what we are" and i dont want to be one of those people who needs a title for reassurance. I dont want a definite title thats dumb and poses expectations. Ive turned into a cynic when it comes to relationships. I can definitely tell that i put up walls. Im going to miss it here. | | |
| Up until yesterday, i thought i had been hiking. wrong. back in the day in dallas, liz and i would "hike" all the time. i have come to the realization that walking on a predetermined trail is not hiking. yes, you choose turns and such, but come on. so yesterdays adventure led by a rather interesting stoner friend of amy's was a brutal awakening for my out of shape ass. the kid has lived in the area for his whole life, and in that time-period has explored many of the waterfalls in watkins glenn. so we began with some baby falls, climbing around on the rocks along side. as we began to travel further down the falls, the rock formations got more and more incredible. there were whole areas of flat smooth rock, interesting divots, and perfect circles smoothed away by the water, all surrounded by walls of beautiful moss. each time we stopped i thought it couldnt get better, but we kept going and it got more astounding. we chased the falls for over 7 hours. climbing slippery rocks and sliding down natural water slides. the whole time we were heading towards the best swimming hole ever. we climbed up to some railroad tracks and took them for a while until we got to a 100 foot waterfall that was near our final stop. when we got to the first swimming hole, the sun was hitting the rocks that looked like they were made to sprawl out on in the sun. above that fall was the best one yet. there were two circles: one, the smaller had a jet of water that spun around in a whirlpool that tossed us around for quite some time. there was a little spot where the rock divided itself into three perfect columns with a step and then a large flat moss-covered area. it looked like an altar at the top of this fall where two large trees had fallen over and wedged themselves. further up we found the "ultimate swimming hole" a large circle with a shallow shelf along one side. above it, three levels of rock platforms hung out for cannonballs and bellyflops. we decided we didnt want to leave, but in the end, our limited supply of food made the decision for us. thankfully, the hike back to civilization was easier than the way out. i can hardly move today, but god i wish i could go back. | | |
| police. my parents called the police. they thought i was dead since 4th of july. the officer walks into my living room and starts saying something about my dad. i start freaking out that he died or something. i had been asleep and was not so rational. my dad is fine. my phone was on silent. seven messages. apparently a paycheck got sent to my house, and it didnt look like id been online in days, and i said i was going to fireworks with some people. my parents were in tears when i called. even liz had left a message, granted it was more about getting my parents to stop wigging out than actual concern for me, but thats a big one. im hella embarassed. my downstairs neighbors are probably wondering what the hell is going on. they called my landlord too.
parents are crazy!
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| i am not in a party mood, and yet i am going to a party. why? its fourth of july and i feel obligated to go out. mannnn. sometimes i feel so old and yet i am going to a party where i will probably be the youngest.
i miss the old nightlife coffehouse scene. movies arent the same without steves couch and close friends.(butt) i cannot WAIT for camping!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! looks like im only going to make it fri and sat though.
...im in a bad mood because i have to bum a ride to this shindig. beth and patrick probably dont even care, but i hate being reliant. this summer ive grown so independent, and yet it bugs me that i still rely on people for rides. but i dont really want a car. mostly because of all the car bullshit that inevitably comes along with owning one. conclusion: motorcycle. haha. im almost serious, but they have bullshit too i suppose. if i lived here id get one. i dont think id ever want to ride on the highway in one. i think che is bringing his when he comes to teach my class. speaking of which...
2 weeks and i get to blow REAL glass. wawawawawa! oh man im excited. this place overwhelmes my brain. ive been taking in so much information and just need to get back to work. two more months until school.
so im thinking machines and medicine.
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| I havent upsdated in so long and my life has changed so much.
So the end of the quarter was crazy. I had finals, one day to move, and then i started working. Living by myself is the best thing everrrr. Its sooo nice to come home to peace and quiet. I can cook something yummy and snuggle up with a book or watch a movie. Ive been hanging out with the people from work who are all pretty cool. I work in the hot end with rose and beth ann (who graduated from tyler), patrick, chrissy, and amy (who graduated from alfred), and catherine (graduated from RIT). I am the youngest by 3 years, as seems to be the case lately. So i ride my bike to work, luckily i got an apt close enough. The hills are rough, but i feel healthy which is awesome. My supervisors are great, but my boss is kinda grrr. I think shes got something against me. I had to fight to get to the GAS conference, which i have just returned from.
and now i rave...
So the main reason i wanted to go to the conference was to enter a piece in the student exhibition. I was able to fenagle it after many obstacles. I ended up entering my ear, which is still untiled. So i ended up getting an honorable mention, which i was pretty psyched about. Since HM's still get awards, I expected to get a little something which was exciting. So i decided to cellebrate and buy a pair of jacks (a tool ive wanted for a while). So i was looking around and ended up buying some Carlo Donna's which are the shit and made in Murano. So i was totally psyched about that and was paying for them when John comes up to tell me i missed the awards banquet....shitttttt. so i find a volunteer and found out where to go. I ran into Shara and she was all excited and said, "You got a torch! Go get it!" I was like "Oh GOD!" So i ran to get it. It ended upn being a $1700 torch (even nicer than the one Ok got for first place) and thennnnn a shit ton of glass. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! and then i felt sick. haha. so i called my mom of course. so it was totally worth going through hell to get there and submit the piece and all that stuff. sunday the car ride back took 18 hours and i got 3 hours of sleep before i had work. nearly died.
and so now im making apple crisp for amy's bbq. yummm. | | |
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