I got my Sperry's today. They are red with little anchors all over them. I'm turning into a regular prep. I also have a madras dress that makes me look like I belong at Foxfield. Shaddap.
Taryn got most of her color done today on her ribs...and it looks ah-may-zing. Fred's really great. I just love everyone at Salvation. Jimmy is stoked to do some more work on my leg! Miyazaki, I love you. I highly recommend Salvation to anyone. Of course anyone who reads this already knows that because they go there too.
I'm turning 24 tomorrow. I'm in this weird pseudo-fantasy like dream state where I'm in between feeling blissful and depressed. I'm well beyond adolesence yet I consider my inner workings and feelings as being child-like and naive. I'm still so young. I'm still so free. I'm still so silly and unsure of everything.
Thursday we leave for Memphis in May. My camera's full purpose while down there is to show proof that I was even in Memphis, because after we set foot on Beale St, I won't remember much. Memphis is my hometown and I can't wait to see my dad and be back in the south. My heart belongs there. I don't feel like writing much... this is a pre-phenominal weekend post. Post-party posting will be published soon...
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Monday, April 7, 2008
My hands become dry
like water, you run through my hands
i can't grasp your every drop
my fingers don't stay tight enough
and i watch you slip away.
you cling to the edges of my fingers
idle yourself on the surface
but gravity takes ahold
and i watch you slip away.
my hands catch my tear drops
clasped so tightly, it starts to fill up
but still it seeps
and now from both ends
i watch us slip away.
i can't grasp your every drop
my fingers don't stay tight enough
and i watch you slip away.
you cling to the edges of my fingers
idle yourself on the surface
but gravity takes ahold
and i watch you slip away.
my hands catch my tear drops
clasped so tightly, it starts to fill up
but still it seeps
and now from both ends
i watch us slip away.
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Ok Karma, I've done my part.
The 10k started out rainy and miserable. I was wearing my superannuated Memphis State sweatshirt (they are now called University of Memphis, therefore this sweatshirt holds close to my heart) and it smelled like a wet dog. I was hungover. Damn Irish Car bomb.
It was a great experience. So many supportive Richmonders selflessly cheered us by the thousands with abiding smiles on their soaking wet faces. You felt a sense of community and pride for a good cause. I get so much joy out of doing races for cancer, breast cancer, aids, etc. I think next year I'm going to run it.
When I got home today, there was a sketchy black bag ontop of my car. It was getting rained on and I felt sorry for it. It reminded me of that Ikea commercial with the lamp sitting outside in the rain. It crossed my mind that perhaps I was being set up (I have mean weirdo neighbors) but I decided to look through it, being the snoopy gal that I am. There were 2 lovely glass bowls (you know, bowls), a scale, a pair of jeans, and a phone. I didn't know what to do, so I set it on the ground in hopes it would grow legs and return itself to its rightful owner. It was just too sketchy. After a couple hours in my house, I went outside to my car and the bag was still right where I had left it, unscathed and desolate. I took the bag into my car and drove to Nathan's parents house to have dinner, all the while pondering what I should do with it. Part of me wanted to keep some of the goodies inside, but most of me wanted to give it back to whomever was missing it. After dinner I checked the phone inside of the bag and someone had been desperately trying to leave text messages and voicemails. When I got home I called some number and a snobby girl answered. She probably didn't expect the bag to fall into the hands of a nice person. Her friend came by my house shortly afterwards to get reclaim it. This girl had to have been 18 or 19, a zitty little freshman most likely, with glazed red eyes and a pubescent skater punk by her side for refuge. Whoever's bag it was was obviously a pot dealer. The bottom of the bag was covered with a thick layer of little pretty green and red flakes. The old man in me wanted to tell the girl to be more fucking careful with such a valuable bag, but I didn't. Part of me wanted to slip a piece of paper with my number on it into the bag so that I could be rewarded, heh, but I didn't. I simply gave it back. And it felt great. Those kids are lucky it didn't fall into the hands of a perilous ganster or a Richmond bum who would've sold all of the contents for a bottle of cheap whiskey. I guess it doesn't matter what's in the bag, be it legal or not. What matters is doing the right thing. Foregoing my temptations to benefit myself with what was inside, it's worth it to be smiling right now, knowing the puerile teens of Richmond are taking a celebratory pipe to the face because of me.
It was a great experience. So many supportive Richmonders selflessly cheered us by the thousands with abiding smiles on their soaking wet faces. You felt a sense of community and pride for a good cause. I get so much joy out of doing races for cancer, breast cancer, aids, etc. I think next year I'm going to run it.
When I got home today, there was a sketchy black bag ontop of my car. It was getting rained on and I felt sorry for it. It reminded me of that Ikea commercial with the lamp sitting outside in the rain. It crossed my mind that perhaps I was being set up (I have mean weirdo neighbors) but I decided to look through it, being the snoopy gal that I am. There were 2 lovely glass bowls (you know, bowls), a scale, a pair of jeans, and a phone. I didn't know what to do, so I set it on the ground in hopes it would grow legs and return itself to its rightful owner. It was just too sketchy. After a couple hours in my house, I went outside to my car and the bag was still right where I had left it, unscathed and desolate. I took the bag into my car and drove to Nathan's parents house to have dinner, all the while pondering what I should do with it. Part of me wanted to keep some of the goodies inside, but most of me wanted to give it back to whomever was missing it. After dinner I checked the phone inside of the bag and someone had been desperately trying to leave text messages and voicemails. When I got home I called some number and a snobby girl answered. She probably didn't expect the bag to fall into the hands of a nice person. Her friend came by my house shortly afterwards to get reclaim it. This girl had to have been 18 or 19, a zitty little freshman most likely, with glazed red eyes and a pubescent skater punk by her side for refuge. Whoever's bag it was was obviously a pot dealer. The bottom of the bag was covered with a thick layer of little pretty green and red flakes. The old man in me wanted to tell the girl to be more fucking careful with such a valuable bag, but I didn't. Part of me wanted to slip a piece of paper with my number on it into the bag so that I could be rewarded, heh, but I didn't. I simply gave it back. And it felt great. Those kids are lucky it didn't fall into the hands of a perilous ganster or a Richmond bum who would've sold all of the contents for a bottle of cheap whiskey. I guess it doesn't matter what's in the bag, be it legal or not. What matters is doing the right thing. Foregoing my temptations to benefit myself with what was inside, it's worth it to be smiling right now, knowing the puerile teens of Richmond are taking a celebratory pipe to the face because of me.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Time to bust out the dresses?
AGH! Hurry up and get warm already! Someone is playing a foul trick on dear Mother Earth, poor gal. Here it is, April 1st and it's not even close to being shorts-deserving weather. Spring, I insist you get here, and get here fast...I need a tan and a reason to dress risque.
So Nathan (Taryn's boyfriend) fell off his bike today and broke his arm. He is in surgery right now because apparently it got pretty mangled. UPDATE! Just got off the phone with Taryn and he broke both his big bones in his forearm and completely ripped apart his wrist joint and the little bones in it. He is getting metal plates and screws. (poor Nathan!!)
I visited him at the hospital and I can't begin to describe the akwardly bulging mess that was his right arm.
His parents are super cute and his dad is especially super cute because he was wearing a suit and a pink bowtie when I first met him in the waiting room. I SO hope my husband dresses like that when he's older. I know Nathan will be okay because he is badass.
I almost made a drastic boo boo the other day. I am currently growing my hair out from last summer's butchering (although it turned out very cute but required monthly maintenance that I wasn't willing to take on) so my hair looks like shit right now. The other day I got this crazy idea (actually I've wanted to do this for a while but it lingers in the back of my head as a possibility) that I should chop all my hair off like a boy and bleach it blonde. First of all, it has recently come to my attention that Louie's ex-girlfriend has that EXACT smokin' Agy Deyn cut and obviously I can't do it now, but I reeeeally wanted to do something bold and goofy because hey, I think we can all agree that sometimes we get bored when we look into that mirror. I've spent literally hours looking at pictures online of this haircut and the other day I was I-------I close to walking out of the door and making an appointment with some flashy Richmond salon. Welp, by the time I got up the nerve it was 5pm on a Saturday and I couldn't find anywhere that was still open (aside from the neighborhood Hair Cuttery and ...fuck that.) So, I'm still at square one and I'm still growing my hair out. The thing is, I have lovely hair, it's healthy and got just enough wave to it but not too much, and the natural red highlights that shimmer in the sun are sparkly but I have no patience for hair-growing and wish it was longer than it is. I might eventually do this.
I am stoked about the Hills...I feel so far that this is going to be a juice-ay season.
C'mon Spring, gimme some.
So Nathan (Taryn's boyfriend) fell off his bike today and broke his arm. He is in surgery right now because apparently it got pretty mangled. UPDATE! Just got off the phone with Taryn and he broke both his big bones in his forearm and completely ripped apart his wrist joint and the little bones in it. He is getting metal plates and screws. (poor Nathan!!)
I visited him at the hospital and I can't begin to describe the akwardly bulging mess that was his right arm.
His parents are super cute and his dad is especially super cute because he was wearing a suit and a pink bowtie when I first met him in the waiting room. I SO hope my husband dresses like that when he's older. I know Nathan will be okay because he is badass.
I almost made a drastic boo boo the other day. I am currently growing my hair out from last summer's butchering (although it turned out very cute but required monthly maintenance that I wasn't willing to take on) so my hair looks like shit right now. The other day I got this crazy idea (actually I've wanted to do this for a while but it lingers in the back of my head as a possibility) that I should chop all my hair off like a boy and bleach it blonde. First of all, it has recently come to my attention that Louie's ex-girlfriend has that EXACT smokin' Agy Deyn cut and obviously I can't do it now, but I reeeeally wanted to do something bold and goofy because hey, I think we can all agree that sometimes we get bored when we look into that mirror. I've spent literally hours looking at pictures online of this haircut and the other day I was I-------I close to walking out of the door and making an appointment with some flashy Richmond salon. Welp, by the time I got up the nerve it was 5pm on a Saturday and I couldn't find anywhere that was still open (aside from the neighborhood Hair Cuttery and ...fuck that.) So, I'm still at square one and I'm still growing my hair out. The thing is, I have lovely hair, it's healthy and got just enough wave to it but not too much, and the natural red highlights that shimmer in the sun are sparkly but I have no patience for hair-growing and wish it was longer than it is. I might eventually do this.
I am stoked about the Hills...I feel so far that this is going to be a juice-ay season.
C'mon Spring, gimme some.
Monday, March 24, 2008
PISTONS!
We sat 15 feet away from the Pistons bench.
While everyone else was spending Easter Sunday with friends and family, I was busy getting Tayshaun Prince's autograph. 
Louie and I went to DC for the weekend to see the Wizards vs. Pistons! It was my very first NBA game! I bought some pricey tickets online last month and scored good seats behind the Pistons. We had gotten there early and Tayshaun was warming up on the court. I was wearing his jersey (actually Louie's, but he was kind enough to let me wear it) and ran down to Mr. Prince and got the jersey autographed! I almost passed out from the excitement. The entire game was incredible! I watched every second with a huge smile. I guess you could say that I am a basketball fan. And damn, I have to say that Caron Butler can fly. He is nasty. I laughed while Rasheed Wallace got a technical during the 3rd quarter, and I wasn't surprised. He's such a crybaby. It's like, please, you are a millionare, stop bitching to refs about the calls they make!The entire experience blew my mind. Time flew by too fast and before I knew it, it was 4th quarter and Detroit was losing! They ended up losing to the Wizards but I am just happy I got to go and get Tayshaun's autograph. He was the only player who was giving autographs and about 6 of us were lucky enough to get it.
Side note: I was at Ireland's Four Courts pub before the game and the middle aged man sitting next to me at the bar and I started talking. Turns out he went to VCU and lived in my exact apartment complex in the room right above me in the 80's. He wasn't lying because he brought up all these things on his own. We geeked out for an hour, comparing stories and appreciating the similarities. What an oddly small world.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Spring Break '08
Aaaah, a sigh of pure satisfaction. I thought this spring break was going to be lonely and boring because I had nothing to do, but instead of sitting on my ass I actually went and did some fun stuff. At the drop of a hat, and in a nice little nutshell, I travelled to Arlington, DC, VA Beach...oh and I went to a strip club. I am pretty satisfied with how much fun I managed to have. My only regret is not getting to hang out with Taryn more often this past week.
I have girlfriends from high school in northern virginia...they've all graduated college from schools around the states, but somehow managed to always find their way back home afterwards. It is so great to see them and to really talk and reminisce about our old days. One girl in particular had been a very close friend to me in 9th grade, and as we lost touch I felt this yearning to always hope someday for a reunion. Luckily she is friends with most of my friends still and I finally got to talk with her while up there. It was one of those hungover lazy sunday, wear your pjs until 4pm, be a vegetable on the couch kind of days. I enjoyed talking to her; I think it brought us closer. We had seen each other before plenty of times but usually it was in a bar or a drunken state of song-singing and an unnecessary amount of hugging.
I watched this past week as Taryn and a few of her friend's proverbial strip club virginity was lost...I only wish I could take her to a better one so she can see the real deal. I will not stand for medeocrity at my strip clubs. If you're looking for suggestions, the Candy Bar is great, and I think Paper Moon is decent too. All in all it was funny as hell and Taryn's got some great friends that I really want to start chilling with on the reg.
Oh god, so where do I start...basically Friday night my friend who has a house in VA Beach drunk dialed me and Danny and begged us to drive down there at that very moment...
And that is what we did! I loooove spontaneity. It makes life worth living and I wish more people were cool with it and did it more often. So we kill a 12 pack of PBR on the way down (shhh) and start drinking the second we get there. It was kind of like a little mini beach week haha. Our friend's house was AH-MAZING...he obviously is rich but I ate up every minute of it. They had a full bar, full fridge, and the house was right on the edge of the Chesapeake. We chilled on the beach until the wee hours of the morning and prepared for the next day.
Virginia Beach has the 3rd largest St. Patty's Day celebration in America. I shit you not. And John Paul (my friend who's house we were staying at) and his family pretty much run the show. It's a parade that starts at 9am with an average 190 floats, so it's just miles and miles of closed off road with people getting wasted and waving to fat chicks in belly dancer outfits and crazy floats of all kinds. After that ends, everyone shuffles to this huge parking lot where there's bands playing, Bud Light flowing from the heavens, and WASTED ass white trash everywhere. I'm serious when I say I have never seen so many mullets and rotted teeth in my life. Oh god it was incredible. We started drinking at 10am. THEN after 4pm it shuts down and everyone bombards the streets and walked to an ocean front bar called Greenies. By this time every fucking person you look at has a glare in their eyes worse than a setting sun on the ocean water. Everyone loves everyone, except when you're in line to go to the bathroom and someone cuts infront of you. I almost saw a couple of fights because of that. I don't know how many Irish Car Bombs and Bud Lights I drank through the course of the day, but I made matters worse by stopping at a Taco Bell/KFC and ate some chicken poppers. UGH bad move. We kept looking at our watches throughout the day and I swear I can't handle the fact that it was 3pm and I was shithoused. There were so many weirdos, jesus freaks, passed out girls on the ground, wasted asshole frat boys and the random assortment of old old old people who make you think "Why the fuck are you here!?" I loved every minute of it. AND I held my own and didn't barf. It was a great experience and I probably won't drink for a month.
Now I have to go back to school with what little brain cells I have left after this week. Man I didn't know I could drink that much.
I have girlfriends from high school in northern virginia...they've all graduated college from schools around the states, but somehow managed to always find their way back home afterwards. It is so great to see them and to really talk and reminisce about our old days. One girl in particular had been a very close friend to me in 9th grade, and as we lost touch I felt this yearning to always hope someday for a reunion. Luckily she is friends with most of my friends still and I finally got to talk with her while up there. It was one of those hungover lazy sunday, wear your pjs until 4pm, be a vegetable on the couch kind of days. I enjoyed talking to her; I think it brought us closer. We had seen each other before plenty of times but usually it was in a bar or a drunken state of song-singing and an unnecessary amount of hugging.
I watched this past week as Taryn and a few of her friend's proverbial strip club virginity was lost...I only wish I could take her to a better one so she can see the real deal. I will not stand for medeocrity at my strip clubs. If you're looking for suggestions, the Candy Bar is great, and I think Paper Moon is decent too. All in all it was funny as hell and Taryn's got some great friends that I really want to start chilling with on the reg.
Oh god, so where do I start...basically Friday night my friend who has a house in VA Beach drunk dialed me and Danny and begged us to drive down there at that very moment...
And that is what we did! I loooove spontaneity. It makes life worth living and I wish more people were cool with it and did it more often. So we kill a 12 pack of PBR on the way down (shhh) and start drinking the second we get there. It was kind of like a little mini beach week haha. Our friend's house was AH-MAZING...he obviously is rich but I ate up every minute of it. They had a full bar, full fridge, and the house was right on the edge of the Chesapeake. We chilled on the beach until the wee hours of the morning and prepared for the next day.
Virginia Beach has the 3rd largest St. Patty's Day celebration in America. I shit you not. And John Paul (my friend who's house we were staying at) and his family pretty much run the show. It's a parade that starts at 9am with an average 190 floats, so it's just miles and miles of closed off road with people getting wasted and waving to fat chicks in belly dancer outfits and crazy floats of all kinds. After that ends, everyone shuffles to this huge parking lot where there's bands playing, Bud Light flowing from the heavens, and WASTED ass white trash everywhere. I'm serious when I say I have never seen so many mullets and rotted teeth in my life. Oh god it was incredible. We started drinking at 10am. THEN after 4pm it shuts down and everyone bombards the streets and walked to an ocean front bar called Greenies. By this time every fucking person you look at has a glare in their eyes worse than a setting sun on the ocean water. Everyone loves everyone, except when you're in line to go to the bathroom and someone cuts infront of you. I almost saw a couple of fights because of that. I don't know how many Irish Car Bombs and Bud Lights I drank through the course of the day, but I made matters worse by stopping at a Taco Bell/KFC and ate some chicken poppers. UGH bad move. We kept looking at our watches throughout the day and I swear I can't handle the fact that it was 3pm and I was shithoused. There were so many weirdos, jesus freaks, passed out girls on the ground, wasted asshole frat boys and the random assortment of old old old people who make you think "Why the fuck are you here!?" I loved every minute of it. AND I held my own and didn't barf. It was a great experience and I probably won't drink for a month.
Now I have to go back to school with what little brain cells I have left after this week. Man I didn't know I could drink that much.
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