i can't get enough

of your voice. How strange it is, because I've heard one similar to it, and yours is so much better. I don't want to go to sleep, or read, because it wouldn't be there any longer. Shucks, complicated.

I had to work tonight, and it was pretty normal, but, as usual, I found myself drawn to those guys that are nice enough to simply have a conversation with me as I'm doing my job. Thank you, and kudo points go out to you people for making work less terrible. Anyone who makes a good joke, or tells a good story, or wears something interesting enough is cool in my book. There was one guy who had a SF Giants hat, which I loved. Definitely commented on that, and told him about going to watch Barry Bonds as a kid. I just love it when people genuinely care.

Oh, and as a side note - cute, blue-eyed trombone player, the answer is definitely yes. Haha, not like you would ever even know me. However, I'm determined to be in the front of P from here on out, and maybe Aaron knows you? That would simply be just awesomely fun. Yeah, so, the football game was yesterday (seeing as it's one o'clock, it was technically two days ago, but whatever) and I had a blast. It was so fantastic to be in the front row, as close as we could be to the field, with a bunch of my friends. It was the first game for a few of them, and I'm glad that I could share that with them. We had a good time, and of course, the 5th quarter came at the perfect time, right after we beat F.S in double overtime. Talk about stressful games to watch, man, that one was exciting. I can't believe I have to miss the Michigan State game, but I guess I'll live. Want to know something that I think is absolutely hilarious? My friends got on the jumbo-tron for painting "Bucky" on their chests, and they were only a little bit down from me. Then the guys on the other side of me were simply ridiculous, and I think they made it on that thing as well. So, guess who thought they saw me? But was wrong? Shoe. Ha, I love that he didn't even know if it was me or not. It probably wasn't. Still funny to me that he might not recognize me? It's not like I ever actually dyed my hair blue or anything. Oh well. Giggles.

Is it weird that I want to best friends with everyone? I think I'm too social for my own good and should take a leaf out of someone else's book and stay in my room more often. I just, I think sometimes that I am spreading myself thin in my attempts to know literally everyone. It's never going to happen, but I still want to know you! I sometimes wonder if people think that I'm faking my enthusiasm or something, but it's legit, I honestly love meeting new people and spending time with others. I should simply do my homework more often. I'll work on that.

The cd is almost over, sadly, but I have to have to HAVE TO read now, so I must turn it off. Goodbye beautiful voice. :(

routine, welcome

It's a new year. Classes started again on Wednesday, and I must say, I'm happy to be back. It's a new start. Even though it is familiar, being a sophomore is peculiar indeed. Transition is still inevitable, change is still definite, yet things are the same. I recognize the faces, the street signs, the desks. I like it this way. I know the lingo and the schedule and the football cheers, but I'm meeting new people, learning new things.

My summer, to sum it up... was hectic. Stressful. Much too short. I'm glad to be back here with people that I know and love, and I'm so very thankful that I actually made it out to the west coast to see some of my friends. I definitely enjoyed myself and all of the time I spent with them. It was sad to add some people to the list of those that I no longer want to stay in contact with, but for the most part, I still love the P-town kids. I ended up driving 16 hours straight from Spokane to Fargo in order to get home Friday before noon, and I am still a little exhausted, but it was worth it.

I wonder though, is it wrong to hold on? I want so badly to have the same relationships I once had. I want for people to not have changed, to still be the people that I knew them to be. Some of the changes were for the better, but others... I no longer have anything in common with a lot of the people that I used to spend so much time with. I hate having to let them go though, because I always wonder "what if" and it drives me crazy.

Moments like these are those in which I praise God for his faithfulness. His constancy. I thank Him for the fellowship and the love of the people around me. As I'm sitting here in my new apartment, I'm listening to music, making plans for lunch dates and looking over my schedule. It amazes me how busy I've become. All of the time is going to school, and Student Impact - related things. I'm so excited for this year. However, I literally have to schedule time for everything. This weekend, my goals are to :

A) make a budget for my money. Calculate rent/food/income/etc
B) make a study schedule, otherwise, I'm swamped
C) re-arrange / finish unpacking all of my things, tidy up
D) go to the football game, and have a grand ole time with my fellow Badgers

do you believe in love?

I do. I have found reason to go back to believing in dreams and knights in shining armor. After this spring and all the drama, I'm so grateful to see that chivalry is alive and well in the world. It makes me really wonder though, about the future. I suppose I'm simply curious. I'm young, and I've most certainly never been in love. Yet, "happily ever after" is definitely something that I daydream about. (According to SRL, your brain thinks of either future or past 70% of the time. I guess we aren't really "here and now" very often). When I daydream about it, it makes me think of the different songs I've heard. All of the things - the poems, the stories, the lyrics - dedicated to love. I think of all of the songs that catch my attention, this one wins hand down at being my favorite as far as cuteness. I love the Beatles. They were (and are for the two still living) brilliant. Bloody brilliant. Someday, it would be nice if someone thought this, in regards to me.

I've just seen a face
I can't forget the time or place
where we just met
she's just the girl for me and
I want all the world to see we've met

Had it been another day
I might have looked the other way
and I'd have never been aware
but as it is I'll dream of her tonight

return to routine

I'm ditching my "travel blog" and coming back to this. It makes sense, because I'm no longer abroad, so I guess that thing will just sit there until I go somewhere else, and there'll be this huge time gap in between the posts. Whatever though.

I was thinking about my plan to go on a roadtrip back to P-town with my brother next week. I must admit, I'm very excited about it. It will be a good chance to hang out with Mich, and I haven't been there for an entire year, and I miss everyone. Or, at least, I miss enough people to make it worth my time to go; I don't miss everyone. That would be ridiculous. When I first decided to go to Turkey, I realized that I would miss out on this roadtrip that we had been planning for a few months, and I was terribly sad about it. Even though I'm home early from Turkey, which was unexpected, I love how perfectly it worked out that we can still go.

Thinking about everyone back on the west coast, it makes me wonder if anyone else thinks of me. It's not that I want to make people think about me, and I don't want to be all "oh my gosh, I'm soo cool, people always think about me" or anything stupid like that. I'm simply just curious. There are days when I'll see a picture of someone, and I spend a significant amount of time wondering what they've been up to for the past few years, and how they are, etc. I guess I'm just curious about how other peoples' minds work and what they think of when they see a picture from years ago or something.

I have a few more days of chilling and doing nothing here in the Midwest until I go halfway cross the country to see people that make me smile. If you are reading this, and you didn't know that I was going to be there and you want to hang out, call me. I'd love to see you. :)

health care

This has nothing to do with Turkey, so I reverted for the moment back to my normal blog. As I was reading the Economist today, I noticed an article on Obama + Health Care. And my absolute favorite part says "He also mentioned taxing the rich more heavily to make up the rest." If you know me at all, you'll realize how extremely sarcastic the italic words are. Seriously, I hate that. People always bitch about things being "fair" but I don't understand how that would ever be fair. Yeah, hey, good idea, let's punish the few smart people who are actually bright enough and determined enough to make something out of themselves. Thanks America. Just one more reason for me to never want to be rich.

"Now, if you happen to be one of those highly motivated souls who wants to “get ahead”, you can only get ahead so far before you run headlong into the Obama wall of class warfare that turns the most apathetic against the the most success driven and are penalized and forced to share that which you had predestined to only be for your kids. I am not speaking of the generosity that we should all express to those around us and far afield. I am pointing out that it has always been your decision to do as you pleased with what was really yours. Now, you have to pull others up who still refuse to walk and insist that you carry them. All of a sudden, it has become evil to get rich."

Well said Mr. Steven Clark Bradley, well said indeed. I agree, wholeheartedly.

On another note, equally rant-y, this really pisses me off - "But if they make a mistake, I don't want them punished with a baby.” Obama, talking about his daughters, and how he wants to repeal the Defense of Marriage Act. He says he wants to teach his young daughters about morals and values... yet he wants them to have a back up plan, you know, just in case they screw around. I'm sorry dude, but if you do it right, I'm 100 percent freaking living proof that the girls won't have to end up pregnant. Maybe you should work on parenting. If they have a baby, there is little chance I feel sorry for them, because having sex was their choice. There doesn't need to be a back up plan if you just realize the consequences of what you're doing. Maybe we should teach kids to accept responsibility instead of run away from it. But I suppose that's simply my opinion, and when I'm against the president... well then, how could I possibly be right? Hah. Yeah. Whatever.

past truths

are now complete lies. Let me clear this up.

I hate small towns.
I loathe country music.

The end.

I simply freaking want my books back.

hey, guess what?

I'm in Turkey. Killer awesome. Things are going well. Technically, I'm only taking care of one kid, however, I end up watching a lot of them. They're cute, so I don't mind. :)