an observation from the couch

You are never as fully aware of someone's presence as when they've drifted off to sleep next to you. Somehing in their utter lack of self-consciousness (they're asleep and not at all aware of limbs, breathing, life) makes he same take on an extra weight with the person who sees it all.

I have seen the moo-cows.

I've also seen plenty of horsies, birds, deer of various forms, and a small crowd of goats just outside Columbia. One night, I swear I heard the lonely sound of a single jackalope singing in the mountains surrounding my brother's city. It's been a good week for wildlife.

It's been, however, a bad week for flora, as I'm currently engulfed in poison ivy. First thing back project for tomorrow: head to Sullivan and see the doctor. Perhaps receive a nice big shot or two. Stop feeling itchy and crawly and all manner of disgusting to mankind. This would be nice if it could happen before Wednesday evening.

Also, I have one fingernail I can't chew off because there's ivy too close and the nail has been doused in medicine. This is legitimately driving me insane. I've never wanted to chew off a fingernail so much in my life. All further proof that I'm nine, I guess. And I was getting so used to being thirteen.

Why must everyone's* phone lines be busy?

Excellent Mongolian lunch of noodles and veggies and all manner of grilled pineapple on top means that I'm actually hungry again now, as anyone (Meredith) who saw me eat a giant pile of food and mention a need for more food twenty minutes after paying the bill can attest. Metabolism fun all around.

If only those carmel brownies were already finished, I could eat about 1/3 of those and be full again.

We leave crazy early for Wyoming tomorrow morning, and I'm tempted to stay up all night posting pictures, messing around, etc. on the computer tonight rather that attempt to fall asleep three-five hours before I actually feel sleepy, just to get a full night in. I guess if I post again, that means it happened. Or I got bored.


*not actually "everyone" everyone

it's for reasons like this that I have a cellphone

This just terribly freshly in: I have a place to live in August, and potentially the entire internship!

(Positive for the rest of you: it's been currently housing four people, so there must be plenty of room for visitors.)

cue The Coasters

I have poison ivy for the first time ever in my life. Yes, dear children, after miraculously coming out un-ivied during the summer I spent gypsy mothing, I've now gained a few spots of ivy from hanging with my mother.

At least I'm lucky enough not to have it anywhere inconvenient. I mean, it's not like I use my left hand for anything.

"It's not a cat, but it's a mean one!"

After a rousing two hours of Catch Phrase with the cousins (and etc.), it's probably time to go to bed. And also apply aloe, because I think I still managed to get burned when I was at the pool and the sun suddenly decided it didn't want to come outside anymore for awhile.

If it wasn't Saturday night and therefore a touch more awkward than trying to call people on non-weekend nights, I'd probably phone all sorts of people and try to sort things out. Nothing in particular, just things.*



(*that's totally Hannah talk for "something, but I feel like being vague")

...

I'm in Iowa, my cousin is waiting for the computer, I haven't seen any cows yet, but I did see some horsies before we left MO and made some detours into Nebraska and elsewhere (apparently - I was quite asleep and therefore off my regular sleep schedule once more). Tomorrow: perhaps cows for finally?

post #1331 - where eventually I'll turn English major

I feel obligated to post again, seeing as I'm once more online and therefore not doing other things, such as calling people who apparently miss me. Such is apparently what I'll do this afternoon.

I've finished my college scrapbook, which means I should move on to Euro Adventure. I've found better photo hosting online (yeah, no monthly post limit!), so I'll soon have all the Euro Adventure pictures up ... or, would if I was going to continue being at the library all the time. I have to repost everything I've done so far, and I want to take the captions with me. Since I'm spending next week in Iowa, though, I imagine life will feature more cows and corn, less internet and picture CDs. (Life will also feature more cousins, fireworks, food, shopping, family stories, long road hours, and perhaps some Pirates, but everyone always wants to hear about the cows.)

The library is offering free hot dogs (there was a special event yesterday and apparently they have overstock), and I'm hungry. I'm going to celebrate the palindrone post with pig. (Then I get in alliteration, also. Awesome!)

maybe I'll just say "screw it" and stay here

Less than ten minutes in, and I'm already tired of trying to find an apartment. I want to be able to go look at them and not simply rely on pictures. I want a roommate situation to be actually settled before I get my heart set on anything. There are times when I don't even want to go, just for a flash, until I remember that I really really really want this job AND my parents would kill me if I stayed, instantly cancelling out my staying. Plus, I'm not a fan of death.

July is going to go past so quickly, even without all the traveling we'll pull for the month, so sooner is better in this hunt. But, bleck.

It's through my would-be boyfriend, IMDB, that I now know the uncle from "Napolean Dynamite" is also Broots from "The Pretender."

I've been online three days in a row: do I think I'm back at college or something?

Anyway, July scheduling is finally falling together, until it comes streaming apart once more [sometime this afternoon, perhaps]. How things currently stand:

* AIDA tonight at the Muny

* mini road trip tomorrow to Columbia which, through my appearance on the trip, will now include mini golf

* somehow appear in St. Charles on Saturday for Meredith's party, followed by

* annual Sunday school picnic in Sullivan (after ducking out of JC Sunday morning service early)

* journeying around Iowa, starting Monday, and ending with a family reunion at the end of the week

* briefly home again until the 13th, then a quick (leave there the 17th) trip to Wyoming

* maybe see Huey's show the 21st?

Then it's just a matter of moving down to Texas, which might turn into a "family trip" now that Wyoming involves a smaller group of travelers. The fun never stops around here.

Choose!

On personal experience alone, I'm gonna have to go with duct tape. It's nothing against her, I just haven't seen Meryl Streep do anything amazing for me lately.

Life is pretty good, and I'm even in a skirt. Today I almost picked out accessories and everything. Wednesdays are nice.

I've forgotten everything I wanted to write.

* I'm officially due in Texas on August 1st, so perhaps I should be visiting some people?

* I've recently fallen in love with the first ring of the telephone, which is done in triplicate (for each single phone) before they join together in chorus on ring #2. That was slightly complicated for an irrational love.

* I'm sorry that I hardly post anymore.

* On the plus side, I'm almostly completely through scrapbooking my college years and can then focus back on that tiny trip. Yikes.

* If anyone would like to sell me a car, that'd be grand.

* There's a post I'm trying to put together about Gershwin and thunderstorms, but it won't come out right. Yet.

to quote: "I recognize my flabby arms."

I thought she was quite crazy, but that does indeed seem to be our group of people waiting to sit inside and wait in the Muny free seats.

Mid picture, right after the light in the dirt patch, starting with the lady in dark red and her now quote-worthy "flabby arms."

I like how I only offer real news occassionally anymore.

Unlike at school, I'm never concerned with the shower curtain. The zombies are much too picky to try and set up shop in the apartment.

The thought that I might move by August 1 saddens me if only because that'll lessen the chances I see "Snakes on a Plane" with people who will appreciate it the same way I will.

(this morning) MOM: Are you ever going to blog about your trip?
ME: Huh, I guess I'll eat a popsicle afterall.

Anyway, some messing around and a new knowledge of foreign QWERTY settings (mainly, @ and " switching locations) leads me to the grand conclusion that Toulouse is actually European. Guess it's good I named him such instead of "Bob" or whatever.

everyone might as well give up on hearing anything else about the trip

Spreading it throughout my various web locales, and about to send out the mass email, but hear it is: I got the job. I'm the next stage management intern for the A.D. Players and I'll move to Houston, Texas at the end of the summer. And, apparently, a bunch of people plan on road tripping to see me (already!), so maybe y'all can all carpool together. Feel free to work out a plan.

I've cleared out my TruView, apparently the final step of any Truman graduate. There's something unspeakably depressing about clearing out four years of your life in under half the time granted by the library's computer sharing system. I'll actually be even more so upset if they finally grant everyone to keep their Truman account (which I know the alumni associate is looking into as it's a more convenient way for them to ask us for money) and I deleted things.

Anyway, on the positive side, I've probably stalled enough that they've finally reshelved the movie I was after upstairs. Yay, Serenity!

further ignoring the time plan and pre-written posts

I'm in Missouri AND Jeff City, so I'm officially Done With This Trip. Perhaps there should be italics too, as in Done With This Trip, but that's probably pushing it.

Also, I'm still jetlagged. But it's more like jetlagged.

Hee hee, fonts are fun.


Anyway, back in the realm of normal thought: I'm sad the trip is over, yet happy that I'm no longer jetting around foreign countries and eating fancy meals in-between scouting out historical and vaguely-historical locations. Like, in a non-sarcastic way. My last cash drop for this trip will be paying for film developing, and if anyone wants to bet on how much it costs to develop fourteen rolls of film (plus CD and some with doubles), I'd hate to hear such things in advance. I'll post the final count, and someone can let me know who wins the pot so I know who to hit up for the 10% commission. This will help pay my credit card bill when it arrives.

Pictures will be forthcoming. Stories will spill out randomly as they spew from my mind, unattached to any other thought process.

breaking the carefully constructed order

It's the same day the post (should) say it is, May 27th, though my watch and the computer agree about the "just after nine" status you Midwesterners won't see for, oh, six hours. Anyway. I simply, and in short for time constraints terms, must crow about my real life Bono miracle of seeing the U2 frontman in Temple Bar yesterday evening after realizing the tourism camera/cellphone frenzy must mean something more than the weird guy with the guitar was back. He was enjoying a pint, he was enjoying the attention, he was wearing the sunglasses.

Then we left and saw "Brick" at the Irish Film Institute, which I think should be seen by anyone who has even the most basic knowledge of film noir. It's as fabulous as people say it is. I just ended a sentence with a preposition.

We jet out of the city tomorrow for small town Ireland, Wexford, followed by "Church Day, Pub Night" on Tuesday. I love theming.

have I mentioned how hard it is to get to a computer?

A love letter

5-20-06, 12:46 a.m.

I realize we haven't known each other for long, and I'm not the type of girl who normally does such things--talk to, well, anyone--but we don't have much time and....Really, the point is, I love you. There, I said it. I love all of you, London, from your freezing, rainy mornings with everyone's umbrella raised as they dodge traffic to the hole-in-the-wall restaurants so fab they'd be bustling with diners anywhere smaller. It might be that vastness I love best--how you cover everything from the deeply historical (your serious, brainy side) to they kitschy and lights factor (the playful part I already inhabit so well.)

"Where did this come from?" I hear you ponder, "What was the grand breaking point?" \truly, it happened this evening, dodging traffic and pedestrians in Piccadilly. We'd finished The Crucible (where--don't be jealous--I also fell for the set's lift-the-flap type workings) and poured out into a slight rain, just enouch for slower walkers to pull out umbrellas. The lights, the night, the heaping plate of noodles resting in my tummy met in a cosmic event and the abiding joy within me meant one thing. I never want to leave.

So, what do you say? BF/GF?