watching one tree hill. eating microwave mac and cheese. finishing it off with some peanut butter and chocolate ice cream. the kind with the big chunky peanut butter ripples in it. happy.
the kids at my school had to make "what i'm thankful for" lists and read them at our thanksgiving celebration today. so the other day during their homework period i decided to make one, too. caution: this is an exhaustive list. well, the most exhaustive list i could make in about 20 minutes.
doing scary things. witty banter. turrets. God. concerts. the red line. the T. prayer. kissing. sky. movies. the kids at castle. the boston skyline over the charles. my family. books. loki, the castle dog. BJ, my dog at home. sammy, socks, and lucy, my cats at home. merlin, matt's cat at home. babies. harry potter. toddlers. beanies. puppies. dogs. brian. shopping. kittens. cats. matt. sleeping. chameleons. geneva. my bed. porsches. driving fast with a manual. matea. my roomates. VWs. the dixons. kemi. volvos. the cummings'. thiessens/diekers/wolffs. denice. kari. old friends. new friends. old people. mcminnville. my middle name (irene). artistic talent. mindless tv. the cameo. art. zoolander. God providing. writing. writing. my blog. worship. words. flickr. guitar. humor. photography. grace. cynical-ness. my cameras. freedom from worry and anxiety. music. my car. drumming. my job. psychology. singing. my new home in boston. proofreading. tim. paper. prismacolors. paint. pens. 6B drawing pencils. singing in the car. random moments. tall fun socks. anything tiny. mike's hard cranberry lemonade. washington apples. bailey's irish cream. kahlua. albums. album covers. old record players. oregon. new york city. massachusetts. growth. the road trip. challenge. pain. love. memories. rowdy competitive sports. college. labeling. organization. decorating my room. last year on my own, in mac. public transportation. the internet (sometimes). my life. i'm healthy. airbags. my life. ikea. learning the hard way. movie quotes. taking a chance with a guy. inside jokes. man arms. jackets. spontaneity. my body. shoes. purses. boundaries. thrift stores. fashion. support systems. traditions. vintage. antiques. nostalgia. crossing the line. treasures. cheese. garage sales. collage. mr. moon. chocolate. sex and the city. clouds. italian food. silliness. dancing. tight hugs. dancing. yummy food. scarves. black papermate pens.
you think your days are ordinary and no one ever thinks about you but we're all the same and she can hardly breathe without you keane
11.23.2005
11.18.2005
caution: abundant run-ons
sorry it has been so long. i am alive and well, quite well, actually. i know many of you have been wondering what possibly offensive comments i have been deleting off of my blog, and, sorry to disappoint you, but it's just not that interesting. they are spam comments, people! for example: you've got a great blog here. check out my site at hotatlantaescorts.com. you get the idea. it's lame.
i am just sitting here in my boyfriend's apartment using his internet, which is one of the many things he is useful for. hee hee. last night we went and saw the midnight show of the new harry potter movie, and it was pretty good. all of my male friends (including the bf) seem to have crushes on hermoine, and i have to admit, i kind of have one on her, too. she's getting hot!
okay, i wrote that stuff the other day and just couldn't drudge up the motivation to finish, so i am back. something terribly tragic happened to me this evening...we are having this big thanksgiving celebration at my work, and i signed up to make pumpkin cream cheese bread, which my mom makes every year and i love, love, love. so tonight at work i made a giant double batch of it, carefully measuring out the ingredients with the mish mash of cooking utensils in the school kitchen drawers, making a huge mess just like i do every time i bake, spraying pumpkin batter all over the walls and on a few stray students. after an hour, my toil was complete and it was time to put the bread in our ghetto oven to cook. i checked on it diligently and even called my mom to make sure i knew how to tell when it was done. then we started watching a movie, a very scary movie, a movie called the grudge. i don't know if you've seen it, but it's freaking horrifying mostly because it involves a freaky little asian boy with lots of eyeliner, and we all know little kids are the creepiest thing ever in scary movies, and he won for the freakiest creepy kid i've ever seen on screen. so i'm watching the movie, screaming occasionally, peeking through my fingers which are clasped to my agonized face, figuring that i'll just have to suffer through the whole thing in the hopes that in the end it will be explained and i'll be able to sleep tonight. that's when my fellow staff member asked the ever important question: did you take your bread out of the oven? i think you know the answer to that one. as i stood over the stove, looking down at my poor, petrified bread, the kids throwing jokes at me about nerf football bread loaves and the like, i kind of wanted to cry, but i didn't. i held it in. and tomorrow, i'm going to make some more damn bread. why? because i'm a professional, damn it.
in case you're wondering, the middle was still good. and after the kids were asleep, i tore those poor loaves apart, helped myself to the warm delicious goodness in the middle, and felt my anger and sadness melt away. coping skills, people. it's all about coping skills.
sometimes i have mixed feelings about being here in boston without my oregon peops, and then i'm walking through the amazing city of cambridge and i see a guy on a bike with an accordian strapped to his back, and i know everything is going to be okay.
i am just sitting here in my boyfriend's apartment using his internet, which is one of the many things he is useful for. hee hee. last night we went and saw the midnight show of the new harry potter movie, and it was pretty good. all of my male friends (including the bf) seem to have crushes on hermoine, and i have to admit, i kind of have one on her, too. she's getting hot!
okay, i wrote that stuff the other day and just couldn't drudge up the motivation to finish, so i am back. something terribly tragic happened to me this evening...we are having this big thanksgiving celebration at my work, and i signed up to make pumpkin cream cheese bread, which my mom makes every year and i love, love, love. so tonight at work i made a giant double batch of it, carefully measuring out the ingredients with the mish mash of cooking utensils in the school kitchen drawers, making a huge mess just like i do every time i bake, spraying pumpkin batter all over the walls and on a few stray students. after an hour, my toil was complete and it was time to put the bread in our ghetto oven to cook. i checked on it diligently and even called my mom to make sure i knew how to tell when it was done. then we started watching a movie, a very scary movie, a movie called the grudge. i don't know if you've seen it, but it's freaking horrifying mostly because it involves a freaky little asian boy with lots of eyeliner, and we all know little kids are the creepiest thing ever in scary movies, and he won for the freakiest creepy kid i've ever seen on screen. so i'm watching the movie, screaming occasionally, peeking through my fingers which are clasped to my agonized face, figuring that i'll just have to suffer through the whole thing in the hopes that in the end it will be explained and i'll be able to sleep tonight. that's when my fellow staff member asked the ever important question: did you take your bread out of the oven? i think you know the answer to that one. as i stood over the stove, looking down at my poor, petrified bread, the kids throwing jokes at me about nerf football bread loaves and the like, i kind of wanted to cry, but i didn't. i held it in. and tomorrow, i'm going to make some more damn bread. why? because i'm a professional, damn it.
in case you're wondering, the middle was still good. and after the kids were asleep, i tore those poor loaves apart, helped myself to the warm delicious goodness in the middle, and felt my anger and sadness melt away. coping skills, people. it's all about coping skills.
sometimes i have mixed feelings about being here in boston without my oregon peops, and then i'm walking through the amazing city of cambridge and i see a guy on a bike with an accordian strapped to his back, and i know everything is going to be okay.
11.06.2005
dreaming of yiz
so two months is apparently how long i can go without being significantly homesick. i was talking to shanna tonight and she described it so well...you might be living somewhere (say, oregon) and feel like some of your needs aren't getting met there, so you move somewhere else (say, boston) and bam! you get those needs met, or at least start to. but the needs you where getting met in oregon aren't getting met now in boston, so, in a way, you're back to square one. it's just a different square one then before.
dont get me wrong. as much as i might express homesickness, i really do love it here. and i still think i'm in the right place, which is highly comforting. i just wish i could have my family and oregon friends and especially oregon babies (geneva and matea and their soon-to-be-born baby brothers!!) here with me in my new life. i suppose in this life you can never have all of your needs met all at once. but it would be nice.
shanna told me that she was driving with geneva the other day and out of the blue, geneva said "i'm dreaming about yiz." (that's what she calls me). how cute is that? then she said, "i want her to come home now." i want to come, home, too, geneves! i can't wait to see her at christmas. i swear that girl is the love of my life! no offense, anyone else.
dont get me wrong. as much as i might express homesickness, i really do love it here. and i still think i'm in the right place, which is highly comforting. i just wish i could have my family and oregon friends and especially oregon babies (geneva and matea and their soon-to-be-born baby brothers!!) here with me in my new life. i suppose in this life you can never have all of your needs met all at once. but it would be nice.
shanna told me that she was driving with geneva the other day and out of the blue, geneva said "i'm dreaming about yiz." (that's what she calls me). how cute is that? then she said, "i want her to come home now." i want to come, home, too, geneves! i can't wait to see her at christmas. i swear that girl is the love of my life! no offense, anyone else.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
