Alright, So

that last post was only about how I'd worked out with Martha in the morning/afternoon which...um...doesn't happen (start counting down the days to the apocolypse por favor), and then went to play yet another great game of ultimate (in which my team won because we're awesome!) in the extremely way-too-hot-why-do-we-always-pick-the-hottest-part-of-the-day-to-play weather. It was a good day, and taking an ice cold shower after it was all over felt amazing.
THE REST OF THAT DAY WAS SPENT BUYING HP TICKETS IN ADVANCE. Because we're all so cool and desperate for our yearly dose of Harry Potter.

Hmm what else has happened that I haven't written about? I had probably the best fourth of July that I've had in years. Completely set with an abandoned part of Dry River, 120 or so bottle rockets which we figured out blow up under water, roasting hot dogs over a grill on a rock, and fireworks which completely surprised us at how amazing they were at the price we got em for. It may have rained at the end, but hell, that was a great night. We plan on doing that way more often. In fact, I think it's about time we went ahead and did it again, just because. :)
I've become a postcard fiend because for some reason I never before realized how freakishly silly some postcards are. I love love love that bookstore downtown that sells them for ultra cheap and I got a dozen last time. BE PREPARED FOR INCOMING SNAILMAIL. My favorite that I've bought so far has been the "Piece Keeper" one. Be prepared, Daph :P Sara, you'll be getting one too, I just have to get the stupid stamp to send it to you hahaa. An extra 29 cents! Woo.
I'm feeling Martha withdrawl. Dear Martha, we should plan something to do. Soon-ish. Love, me.

Time for a downer. For some reason, for the past long time, the thought of dying has just been looming over me. It's strange. It's not something I think about, in fact, it's one thing I like to avoid thinking about all together. Watching all these celebrities die, hearing about someone's parent who is sick, my grandma falling and having to go to the hospital...all of it happening within the same three or four weeks. Then, for some reason, and it's gone away now, but the subject of cancer used to keep coming up in conversation. Not as a serious thing, either, but it was always there. And it made me feel weird and think about it all the time. I didn't want to, but my mind doesn't always do what I want it to do. The first time I ever thought about death as a real thing was years and years ago when I still lived in my old room. I remember thinking that I wasn't going to exist one day and it made me feel awful and I had this depression spell for weeks. Since then I've tried not to give it a second thought. I've gotten stronger in the my spirit will go on belief, and it's a nice comfort. I like it.

ANYWAY. I was going to go to DC today, but it seems as though my plans have changed...rawr.

I ended on a weird note...I don't feel weird right now, I feel really, really happy. The kind of happy that makes me lose my breath when I'm singing along to Love Song in my car...the kind of happy that makes this summer air absolutely perfect and spinny and polka dotted...the kind of happy that makes everything seem...vintage.

Never

has a cold shower felt so refreshing.
More on this later.

Mr. Roboto (Hamster)!

I never really put up videos to make my singing sound good, it's mostly only for guitar purposes...but hey, the people who commented (which wasn't a lot, I'm not letting it go to my head) seemed to like my singing over anything else. And it's a self esteem booster. Until people make dumb comments that have nothing to do with my singing or guitaring.

But hey, that's just my opinion. Not that important.

So I've got this new CD from Chloe and it makes me happppppeh because yeah. I love that Ting Ting's song, That's Not My Name. I really like the video for it more than anything else. Not sure why, I just do.

Ramble Ramble Ramble.

I got so many postcards from Daphne...I've only sent one (which I hope got to her...?) and I'll send more soon. Once I buy some more :)

Randommmmm.....bumbumbeedumbumbumbeedumdum....

Hmmmm OH I went to petco today. Saw pretty much the most adorable thing I'll ever see in my life (which isn't true but I'm dramatizing because I was just shocked by how cute it was)...a ROBO HAMSTER. These ROBO HAMSTERs are about the length of my thumb and really chubby and made me literally whine at Matt (who was with me at the time cuz we went and ate food) that I wanted one. Then he got annoyed with me and gawked at ferrets for a while. I just couldn't stop looking at the ROBO HAMSTER.

LOOK HOW ADORABLE. I waaaaaaaaaaaant one. But then I'm always afraid little rodents like that are going to bite me. Then I feel like I wouldn't feel a bite from that...ahaha. It's so friggin cute man. I think when I move into my dorm, if petco still has them, I'm totally getting one :D

Society, You're a Crazy Breed

I wish I could put everything I think of up here, every single little thought so that everyone could read it and understand everything.
There's a vague comment. I hate vague comments, see? But you have to be vague unless you want the entire world on your shoulders, bugging you, staring at you, or even hating you.
We have a greed with which we have agreed, you think you have to want more than you need
Lalaaaaaa, if you were to describe my thought process over this summer, you'd be surprised to find the amount of roller coaster-ness that keeps coming along. I wasn't really expecting any of it. Going from just as it started to this very moment. From this cruising speed to a weird annoyed angry twister speed to cruising again. From cruising to worried, from worried to content, from content to shock, from shock to inexplicable happiness to content to allllll this stuff. Boiled into this big witch's couldren waiting to be fed to some poor innocent kid thinking their summer's not going to be all that exciting.
Society, you're a crazy breed...
It's funny to think that I'm keeping up with myself at all, and then keeping up with everyone else too, as much as I possibly can with the resources I even have. A phone, a few postcards, facebook, blogger...I never realized how useful they all were. With out one of them I could lose complete and total knowledge about even one of my friends. Creepy. And then I have a job and I'm constantly dogsitting and the friends at home always seem to want to do something new today (which isn't a bad thing, I assure you). It's all getting jumbled and weird...but now that my head seems to be completely submerged into the clouds, I feel like it's all even less of a stress.
I hope you're not lonely without me.
This post...just seems so vague when I compare it to the actual thoughts I have tumbling around in my head. I'm glad I have Eddie Vedder to listen to and keep me calm. I mean, last time I wasn't calm, I annoyed the dog I'm dogsitting, Mac, by jumping up and down and hugging him and...yeaaaah. He looked extremely perplexed and adorable like he doooo.
Society, have mercy on me...
I wish I could say absolutely everything I think to all of you. I wish I could do it without hurting someone's feelings, being taken seriosuly when I mean to joke or vice-versa. If I were, hypothetically, the happiest I have been in a really long time, I wish I could letcha know why and how and stuff, but then everyone would still bug me for those small pinpoint details and I'd get annoyed. Tis my nature, hahaa. If I were more furious at someone than I had ever been in my life, I couldn't write why here, because they'd find it and be hurt. If I were more depressed than I had ever been, I'd give this vague description of how I was, because if I told the whole story, someone would be bothered by it, or I'd mention a name or...something.
I just hate how vague people have to be, and even if you say it's ok not to be vague because you'll, "understand and not judge," you totally will not and totally will so.


I hope you're not angry if I disagree.

More Than A Feelin'

Yeeeeeeeeeeeah.


Yeah. *dancedance*

Sunburned, Achey, and Lightheaded

I. Love. Ultimate. Frisbee.



The end. <3

Decoding

some people's handwriting is especially frustrating. Take, for instance, my grandmother. She was a teacher, has beautiful, graceful handwriting, and yet you would never be able to tell whether she wrote a 4 or a Y for something. Honestly. It took me a half hour of typing in what I believed to be a Y in the password for this damned machine before I realized it must NOT be a Y.
Then there are those who have those illeged signatures. Which actually isn't that bad, seeing as a more illegeable signature is more easily copied than a neat fancy one.
Now you're all thinking that I've forged signatures or something.
And I have, but I also had permission from the person to do it, so it's ok. His signature is especially easy, too, because it's just knowing which letters to make bigger than the rest.
All I'm saying here is that I hate it when you can't read something because of the way it's written. I'm such a hypocrite about that....hahaha anyone who has ever read my handwriting has gotten so confused because I always accidentally connect my r's and i's if they're next to each other, which makes it look like there's an 'n' in the middle of "Aristocrat" or something like that. It becomes "Anstocrat" and...wtf is that?

Something else which some people find hard to decode are text messages. Rachel told me once that I'm good at having texting conversations because I..."convey emotion through [my] texts" or something like that. Some other people find it hard to get what I'm trying to convey, though. But I guess if some people get it and some people don't, then that's that. I've never been in the situation where decoding REALLY needed to take place, I think.

I don't know.
It's almost 1am and I'm hungry...what is there to eat here at 1am when everyone's gone to bed and I need to make virtually no noise? Uhhh..............tobecontinued.