i HAVE to play apples to apples.

it was just like sun, but more like the moon

Its been quite a rainy day... My 930 class was cancelled, so I was able to go get my hair cut and see my mom. I drank a latte and a cup of coffee this morning, so napping is definitely not on my list of things to do today.

I was also turned down by target... Rejected. Ouch. Sucks, I mean... all I did was fill out an application and personality questions on some computer. Sucks man. I would be super at Target... It doesn't make any sense at all... Guess I'm not supposed to be there. However I still have Starbucks, I'm going to go there in the morning and apply... get people their "fix". Oh the addicts, what great crazy I will meet.

My hair is short, it will barely go into a pony-tail... (why is it even called that? silly huh?) Its pretty cute... hxc you know? ;)

Friday is Lynchburg time. I'm pumped basically. I mean I honestly feel like my family is there... I get to meet new people too!!! Tim's friends and all... and see my old friends! Just take some time to have a super weekend.

:D

I have to go read now... lots and lots

"so when you say forever, can't you see? you've already captured me"

renewed love.

being in a English Lit class, and watching The Dead Poets society has renewed my love for poetry.

ahhhhhhh. its so beautiful... I want to write again.

A Wonderful Quote

We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?" Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?

[Taken from: The Dead Poets Society]

planes and trains and school work.

School started today... I have an 8 am class on Tuesday and Thursday, why did I decide on that? I haven't had to be anywhere until after 9 am since high school, this will certainly be interesting.

Tim visited, I visited... one of the happiest weeks of my life, the down-side to this is we won't be seeing each other until September. Confirmation galore, and time well-spent.

I'm so happy, being apart is hard, but when we're together its the best in the world.

this is the sound of settling...

I'm sitting here, trying to figure out where did the summer go?

Three months ago, I was telling myself, three months... that's not bad, I can handle this. Telling Tim that the time was going to fly by... Wow! It did.

I think I just kept myself overly occupied with work and family. Which can be good, but so very tiring.

This is my last week of work answering phones... or being Pam Beasley... hopefully to return next summer... unless something more exciting comes along.. nanny maybe? Actually, if I could house-sit all next summer... That would be splendid.

Ha. Look at me, I'm already making plans for next summer.

This week, I pray it just flies by, and Friday will be here when I wake up. I can't contain my excitement for Friday, and the whole WEEK to follow... So far, this will probably be the happiest times in my life. :)

There is a bit of sadness in me right now, I could be packing up to move back to school... but I'm not. I really do like where I am right now, only T/TR classes, and some online ones, I'm finished by 12:15 on those days. Meaning, I have a four day weekend and a day in between to re-coop from that harsh 8 am. class. Wow, the semester starts in two weeks, have I got my books... no, pencils? paper? notebooks? none of it. Nothing. I do however have a train ticket with my name on it to Alexandria, VA

I guess I just remember that feeling, of being liberated from my parent's guard... being able to just walk out and go anywhere without telling a single soul... that's what I miss most. Plus here, in Charlotte, I have no place to really go... where I can find some peace and quiet, without driving a good 45 minutes...

Oh, I'd love to move, back to Lynchburg... I really kind of like it there, not many people do. But its cute, medium-sized... has some of the most amazing hangout spots, and its so nice to just walk around the blocks of the old buildings... they have so much character. I really like walking down main street, and trying to place what would be going on through those windows 50 years ago... Just makes me happy. 

Ben Gibbard and the boys from Death Cab must be my secret best friends... have I stated this before? I really think we have the same life.

Death Cab

Brand New

Paper Route

...random... but that has been my rotation the past few weeks...

speaking of which.. check out Paper Route... they are going to be "big" someday...

Its been tough for me to concentrate and place my thoughts in a logical, cohesive pattern tonight.

My apologies.