70 degrees and blazing sunshine have to be a sign of good things to come, right? Plus, seeing the mountain in all her ridiculous glory, explosive and demanding in the sky was enough. If nothing else, having that image in my head forever is enough.
Who am I kidding.
I want adventure! I have absolutely no idea what to expect this summer, but my hopes are high. There are still a lot of kinks in the works, but things have been working out smoothly, so I expect nothing less for the months to come. This is the time to be free, right? The time to be young and happy and run wild, buck naked through the frozen tundra...
Wait.
Maybe with boots.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Jense.
I realize that I leave in less than a week and all the work I have to do is starting to overwhelm. I've got it under control, naturally, but sleeping is something I've become fond of, as opposed to this non-sleeping, extra working shenanigan I'm playing at.
I really do love change (or at least, most of the time). I love moving, doing new things, meeting new people, you know. That doesn't mean I don't miss the things I've left behind, however, like people and bomb sushi restaurants. When I left Santa Cruz this last time I shed a little tear. Not seeing my best friends for six months is a little bit sad...let's be honest here. I realize it's only half a year, and that time will fly by faster than Lindsay's Jensen's integrity, but still, when you're used to seeing someone often, or at least being able to drive to them when you really need a shoulder or a good word, it's hard to rip yourself out of that.
So, here's to Santa Cruz. To Pink Godzilla, Pac Thai, Scotts Valley Market, Erik's Deli, Tac V, the ocean and the sun. And to my friends, who had better the hell miss me cause I know you're nothing without this piece of fabulousawesome! Hug a redwood, listen to a sea lion, flash a peace sign at Robert (the Pink Lady) and then lock yourself up in a hole until I return. You're not necessarily capable of much more...in fact, do you think you can handle all of that? Maybe you should forego the tree hugging. It can be a complicated process, what with the coordinating of the arms and the wrapping all at once.
:)
I really do love change (or at least, most of the time). I love moving, doing new things, meeting new people, you know. That doesn't mean I don't miss the things I've left behind, however, like people and bomb sushi restaurants. When I left Santa Cruz this last time I shed a little tear. Not seeing my best friends for six months is a little bit sad...let's be honest here. I realize it's only half a year, and that time will fly by faster than Lindsay's Jensen's integrity, but still, when you're used to seeing someone often, or at least being able to drive to them when you really need a shoulder or a good word, it's hard to rip yourself out of that.
So, here's to Santa Cruz. To Pink Godzilla, Pac Thai, Scotts Valley Market, Erik's Deli, Tac V, the ocean and the sun. And to my friends, who had better the hell miss me cause I know you're nothing without this piece of fabulousawesome! Hug a redwood, listen to a sea lion, flash a peace sign at Robert (the Pink Lady) and then lock yourself up in a hole until I return. You're not necessarily capable of much more...in fact, do you think you can handle all of that? Maybe you should forego the tree hugging. It can be a complicated process, what with the coordinating of the arms and the wrapping all at once.
:)
Santa's Death Rocks the North Pole, Twitter, and the World
New reports from the North Pole reveal Santa suffered from chronic toothaches, leading elves to give a crap.
Elves found boys' behavior improved by 117% when given last year's game system and the girly game they won't get caught dead playing.
Elves discovered they could save money and better encourage kids to behave throughout the year by replacing coal with old PCs.
The North Pole's annual Christmas in July celebration has been replaced with Get Your Own Gift in honor of Santa's last wishes.
Wee People reports Candystack, head elf, has been sent to a rehab facility after being found tossed on mint cookies on Tim Allen's doorstep.
Santa's death has yet to settle down in the North. Scar, of Pridelands, Africa, denies any involvement, but Donner insists provocation.
Desperate to keep the North Pole out of economic collapse after Santa's death, Christmas elves have added a "red light district" to downtown.
Caribou herds have lost their life's purpose tonight with the death of Santa Claus, causing a series of animal suicides and forest fires.
With global warming taking over the North Pole, elves suggest, screw sentiment. We can make toys in California.
With the economy still at a desperate low, north pole elves ask the question: why do these idiot kids still want ipods?
Friday, April 10, 2009
To Twitter, or Not to Twitter
There are all these verbs now for Twitter. Tweet. Tweeted. Twitting. But "twatting" has to stop.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Armpit April
Week One: Complete.
To be totally honest, I don't shave often enough these days for Armpit April to have the same effect it has in years past. Maybe it's time to take this to the next level. Maybe it's time to venture into Armpit Summer or Armpit 2009.
I suppose those are bridges I'll have to cross come the 30th and I still can't make braids long enough to bead.
To be totally honest, I don't shave often enough these days for Armpit April to have the same effect it has in years past. Maybe it's time to take this to the next level. Maybe it's time to venture into Armpit Summer or Armpit 2009.
I suppose those are bridges I'll have to cross come the 30th and I still can't make braids long enough to bead.
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