M.Ward ft. Zooey Dechanel - Rave On

So my life has been pretty fucking fantastic. I have a great job, interesting classes, a beautiful apartment and the best roommates I could have asked for. I'm joining the Photography Club, Psi Chi (Honors Society for Psychology), and the Arizona Outing Club this year. And what makes it all even better is the fact that I can afford it. Also, this weekend was one of the best that I've had since entering college. I also have a pretty sweet boyfriend who is so damn talented that everytime someone mentions art of any kind, I can't help but mention something Joe has done that relates. I'm in love with everything.


For two nights in a row, Kristin was a BLOOD.








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"We do not inhibit this land from our ancestors, we borrow it from our children" - Haida Indian saying.

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Damian Marley - Jamrock

Some K1000 pictures.

CVS

Salvation Army

South Mountain

Nutley

Nutley (such a nice bike ride through that park, you should go)

Brookdale Park, soccer field, Balloon Release Project

Fabric store in Tucson

Saguaro National Park

I'm in my new place and I love it very much. I'll try to put up a picture so that I can look back on it when I'm 75 and don't remember anything. Because the internet will always be around.

O.K. Go - Get Over It

Craig Shoemaker - The Lovemaster

you go to school with me you'll graduate magna cum laude

Kut - Whose Panties

Today is full of packing and anticipating Friday's arrival. I for sure have on interview for an assistant job and hopefully I'll have another one after then too. I'm moving into...

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I've been pretty obsessed with this amazingly beautiful and talented lady for quite some time now, maybe 3 months so far. If you don't know, it's Hilarie Burton. Anyway, once my hair gets maybe an inch longer, I plan on getting a loose perm to resemble this. I know it's corny, but I can't go to a hair salon without bringing a picture. So if you hate the idea, say something to stop me!

Mozella - Can't Stop

I've been listening to this chick a bunch lately. You should too.

Her voice is so deep and rich and mysterious and passionate.

Joshua Radin - The Bring Me To You

I wrote this February 13, 2006 and I am incredibly in love with it all over again:

i wish i was a piece of paper on the floor. so someone could pickmeup&crumplemeup into a ball. squeeze it tight. so i could be put into the smallest form. i would be the most fragile. but i would be full of sharp edges. the kind that look harmless but can cut you whenever i damn well please. i'd be a tiny ball & i wouldn't be able to move. suppose i did. i'd be torn. but your grasp would keep in place. i want to see everything from the perspective from inside your palm. i want to be minute. i just want to be carried from off the floor. and if i was colorful, the eyes would see me. but suppose i was a plain piece of paper. white and flawless, but then again boring. i wouldn't mind being thrown into the garbage. so more things could be thrown on top of me. and then i'd be surrounded by my kind and then eventually wrapped&tied. but no one would talk and no one would care&thats how it would go for centuries on end. there would be no hate or jealousy. because we're all the same tiny forms of crumpled paper just waiting in a bucket for someone to pickusup&showustheworld. &maybe they'd see our beauty in just being natural. or maybe they'd see our honesty &turn us into something exquisite. they'd draw on us or paint on us. whichever they prefer. and we'd never lie to their face. we'd just be there for their enjoyment & we'd be content with that. oh, to live the life of white trash.

LL Cool J - Going Back To Cali

So last night I finished reading The Shack by WM. Paul Young (aka "Willie"). My mom suggested it to me and I liked the storyline and the message, but in the foreword he says it is actually based on a true story about his friend, Mack, and it's his friend's story, just told my Willie. I guess you would have to read it to see why it's uncomfortable to know that it's based on someone's experience (if that actually is true). A part of me really wants to believe that there is a God and he/she does work in mysterious ways, all of them being good, but it's hard to grasp. What I loved about it was it totally criticized the things about religion that are man-made and institutionalized. I guess it helped me answer questions of my own about why things turn out the way the do and if there really is a God, why is there so much evil, etc. etc. Anyway, I suggest reading it so you can decide for yourself.

Some great quotes from this book:
"There is something joyful about storms that interrupt routine. Snow or freezing rain suddenly releases you from expectations, performance demands, and the tyranny of appointments and schedules. And unlike illness, it is largely a corporate rather than individual experience. One can almost hear a unified sigh rise from the nearby city and surrounding countryside where Nature has intervened to give respite to the weary humans slogging it out within her purview. All those affected this way are unified by a mutual excuse, and the heart is suddenly and unexpectedly a little giddy. There will be no apologies needed for not showing up to some commitment or other. Everyone understands and shares in this singular jurisdiction, and the sudden alleviation of the pressure to produce makes the heart merry."

Some great quotes put into the book, written by others:
"The soul is healed by being with children." - Fyodor Dostoyesky
"Whoever undertakes to set himself up as a judge of Truth and Knowledge is shipwrecked by the laughter of the gods." - Albert Einstein
"Falsehood has an infinity of combinations, but truth has only one mode of being." - Jean-Jacques Rousseau
"God is a verb." - Buckminister Fuller
"You can kiss your family and friends good-bye and put miles between you, but at the same time you carry them with you in your heart, your mind, your stomach, because you do not just live in a world but a world lives in you." - Frederick Buechner

I am especially fond of you.

Bob Seger - Roll Me Away

"Just then I saw a young hawk flyin' and my soul began to rise. And pretty soon my heart was singin'"

-Bob Seger

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Sometimes I wonder if things are really in black and white. My best friends today are Lucas, Peyton, Nathan, Haley, Mouth and Rachel. My words aren't poetic anymore. I found this piece of paper in Joe's desk drawer that I wrote some thoughts on and it was really interesting. It just reminded me of how I used to be. Was that person normal or what, because I actually don't remember how I was in middle school. Even before then. I have all these great memories of elementary school but I have no idea what my personality was like or how I could ever yell at Janine's friends for being bad friends (yeah, apparently I did that). I just can't remember, more can't think of myself starting a confrontation or attracting attention to myself. I mean, I'm outgoing and I have a bunch of friends, but I just don't know where that girl went. I was the salutatorian of my kindergarten class and I was Brookdale's first President. I feel like I know who changed me but I can't put the blame on anyone, what would it do? It certainly wouldn't change anything, affect that person, or make me feel any better. I lost the power to stand up for myself, instead I gained a great amount of patience. I tolerate just about anything. Sometimes that's a good thing, but when someone is hurting you, mentally, physically, emotionally, whatever it is, it's bad. I like to dance, I like cliff jumping, I like having friends surrounding me, I like working, I like being in love, I like driving in a car with no destination with my dog at my side - but where is that person when I'm here? All of those things are still in me, so why can't I just let them out? Am I really that scared that someone won't think I'm funny or smart or friendly? And what do I care if they think that? I need to embarrass myself. I need to let people see the real me, my thoughts, who I am, how I became who I am, and I need to stop being afraid of the past. I am still that little girl who stood up for myself and I'm tired of being nice.

Dateline NBC - Back To Woodstock

The latest pictures from my Pentax. I can't believe some of them go back to winter break. I also can't believe how many cemetery pictures there are. Enjoyyy.

My Morning Jacket - One Big Holiday

So we have this channel at my house called HDNet and it's just a continuous stream of concerts and musical performances. I just watched Bonnaroo 2004 and I saw My Morning Jacket perform this song and my dad and I really enjoyed it, I hope you do too.

Cornelius Brothers - Too Late To Turn Back Now

So...Arizona...we meet again. You are still lame.

A couple nights ago me, Joe, Nick and Mark saw a pretty awesome National Geographic scene outside Mark's house. First there was a skunk dangerously close to Joe's car and then a curious cat came out of nowhere and started chasing/following the skunk. It was very cool. 

I can't believe this niggah was found with cocaine in his system! Actually, I'm not surprised.

Well, I wanted to write more since this is my first post outside of NJ, but now I can't seem to find anything worth writing about. My mind is too consumed with iChat and Joe.

Hall and Oates - You Make My Dreams Come True

The Postal Service - Natural Anthem

Pictures from Joe's birthday. We went to the Meadowlands Flea Market in the morning (hence the picture of figurines), then everyone came to his house for a nice BBQ and Waldo-finding, then off to Sayreville for a nice skate sesh. I think Joe had a happy birthday, and the sunset wasn't that bad either.