Archive for May, 2010

Some of my best friends are books.

It’s that time again–school is over for the semester and therefore I have more time to let my mind wander aimlessly and we all know how dangerous that can be. Now that I’m not constantly reading and writing for class or perfecting my German comprehension and speaking skills, I’m not quite sure what to do with myself. There are only so many miles I can run in a day, so many walks on I go on with my bf Dottie and our roommate Bowie, so many hours I can fulfill dancing around the house or reading or sewing. And so my mind wanders…

Without the distraction of school, I suddenly remember where I am and sometimes, it’s not a pretty realization. I try and dive into books and get lost for a while, but that only lasts for so long before my mind takes off in another direction. I get wanderlust so easily when I’m not focused. I keep waiting for that magical moment my mom always cautions me about, when I’ll suddenly want to “settle down” or “decide have children”–as if there’s a switch in my brain that suddenly turns on and I automatically become domesticated and decide to stay in one place. Instead I have these moments where I start dreaming about all of the things I want to accomplish, all of the places I want to go and I start to feel anxious; not because I need to settle down, but because I feel as if I’m running out of time to do everything that I want. The thought is overwhelming–almost explosive. I want to go in a million different directions at once, at the speed of light. Instead I’m here, slowly and carefully making my way.

I just want to take off; wind in my hair, sun on my face and music in my ears. Even if it’s just temporarily. Who’s down for an adventure?

Happy National Tap Dance Day!

Oh yeah.

And Happy Birthday to the late Bill “Bojangles” Robinson.

I consider sleep a hobby.

I want Alison Sudol’s hair. I’m determined to grow mine out and I’m using hers as an inspiration. I want long hair now! Ugh.

American Mary

I dedicate this song to a good friend of mine. When I first heard it, I thought of her (and then myself). It’s beautiful. And while you’re at it, if you don’t know The National, you should definitely check them out. A friend of mine turned me on to them a couple of years ago. The new album is fantastic. I suggest listening to the whole album uninterrupted. And then doing it again. And again.

It was physically excrutiating…

Aber ich tat es! Ich loggte in sechzehn Stunden und acht Minuten im Sprachlabor. Das ist eine ganze acht Minuten über die erforderlichen sechzehn Stunden die ich brauchte. Ich meistens bis zum Ende, wenn alle gehasst habe war ich ziemlich awesome deutscher Filme gesehen. Wie ist das für Widmung!? Und merken, wie meine deutschen fortgeschrittenen geworden! Ich fühle mich ganz erreicht. (Zumal ich nur drei Stunden legte im letzten Semester. Ha ha.)

How’s that for a mouth full?

Life is a dance, from one stage to the next.

I had my first dance show since I was in elementary school over the weekend–Friday, Saturday and Sunday. It was terrifying and exciting and exhausting all at the same time. All in all, I’d say it was a success and I think I’ll do it again. I had a lot of fun and got to know some pretty cool people all while doing one of my most favorite things–dancing.

There’s got to be something better than in the middle.

Does anyone remember this band? And more importantly, does anyone remember how hot Jakob Dylan is (/was)?!

I had Bringing Down the Horse long ago and accidentally left it in a rental car in Minnesota. Poop on a stick! (As my comrade Stacey would say.)

Love it.

Nuttiness in NoCo II

After wandering around the (horribly over-crowded) Carlsbad Street Fair, one of the besties and I made our way back to Vista for some froyo. We stopped at Fruttos Yogurt  on Vista Village Dr. and walked into the establishment to find a guy and his girlfriend (maybe wife?) sitting at a table, each gabbing away on their separate cell phones with a cat on a leash. YES! I said, CAT ON A LEASH. In Vista. It just sat there, totally cool as if it does that sort of thing on the daily (and it must, right?).  So good. And here I thought that kind of thing only happened in San Francisco.