"I arose in the morning to the sweet sound of my alarm clock" is how no good novel, story, or other piece of literature has ever started. But waking up to precisely that (minus the sweet sound) was what I did today, to get an early start on my Toosdee (Tuesday, for those who need a translation).
The most fulfilling accomplishment was my attack on my room, and I don't mean that in a sarcastic way - it was thoroughly gratifying. I kid thee not, I ended up recycling 13 and a half pounds of paper from under my bed! Yes, I weighed it all. What a tremendous help I've done the environment! Trees, it's the least I can do for the oxygen you provide me with!
The other great thing that happened was that I became a firm believer in a divine truth - the unders of our beds are homes to the most fantastic treasures. I uncovered a box of my old writing and another box of my collection of Founds (drawings, pictures, written jewels, etc. I sometimes find laying around in public places and then keep - I should display them here one day!).
I also unearthed a folder that spilled forth torn envelopes and folded sheets of paper and other paper-goody things people have given me. In this folder was every letter that anyone's ever sent me, every card I've ever been given (well, since I can remember), every note that's ever been passed to me in class (well, since junior high). This got the wheels in my noggin a-turning, and now I really want to put together a Nostalgia Box! Project for tomorrow or Thursday, I think!
What I have in store for tonight, however, is sip-sip-sippin' on the most delectable thing my taste buds have ever introduced themselves to and re-watching one of my favorite movies, Big Fish. It's strange - throughout the day, I have monumental and life-changing thoughts, then when I sit down here to write them, they just up and run away from me!
Anyways, time to move on now to bigger and better things... come to mama, Ewan McGregor!
Adieu for the time being!
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Monday, August 27, 2012
Hey! Where did my days go?
These past blah-blah-however-many-days have consisted of me waking up, me eating breakfast, me showering, me taking half an hour's nap, me eating some sort of quick sandwich, and then me going to work and getting home late in the evening and not even ingesting a proper dinner and having no time at all for the stuff people usually wanna do for fun. I get so delirious and crazy tired that I even begin thinking it's okay to write run-on sentences! (who else thinks that run-on sentence was a big pile of nasty goo?)
So anyways, let me introduce some order and make a list of things I need to squeeze in and get done soon:
Oh yeah, doing my small part to help fund his project is another thing I need to put on my to-do list!
Tuesday is my free day, and you can bet your sweet, sweet bippy I'll make the most of this freedom!
The rest of you's... continue to have wonderful days, until I see you next. :)
So anyways, let me introduce some order and make a list of things I need to squeeze in and get done soon:
- mail Vova's letter to Russia
- make banana nut bread
- get my passport stuff done
- schedule an (overdue) appointment with my dentist and optometrist (all in favor of my eyes not getting worse, say aye!)
- compile the greatest playlists ever made
Oh yeah, doing my small part to help fund his project is another thing I need to put on my to-do list!
Tuesday is my free day, and you can bet your sweet, sweet bippy I'll make the most of this freedom!
The rest of you's... continue to have wonderful days, until I see you next. :)
Thursday, August 23, 2012
“Sometimes, only one person is missing, and the whole world seems depopulated.”
-Alphonse de Lamartine
No other statement could so specifically capture my recent emotions. Tomorrow marks the day when two of the most beautiful, intelligent, inspirational, and, in other words, perfect people I have ever met pack up their bags and leave for university. That puts four hours and 200 miles between us.
That's what I'm finding stinks the most about this gap year I've got in my hands; all the people I've gone to school with and befriended and just gushed, gushed, gushed over are leaving to so many different places, while I stay here and look on. It feels an awful lot like those scenes in movies where a character's standing still and everything else around them is this fast, ceaseless motion of blurs. And we ain't even touched on how much I'll be missing these people!
I've cried my eyes all puffy and my nose all red (and runny), and boy, oh boy! will my heart continue to pine for those I've fallen for! However, it is selfish to want to keep your great friends in a strong grip when you know they're practically bursting with potential. But even knowing that, the situation sucks, and the only way it could suck more is if the situation were a vacuum cleaner or a black hole. See? It's even causing me to make bad jokes!
In other news of the day, I've been reading Wuthering Heights and just now I realized that I haven't had any dinner yet. I sound like Debby Downer's cousin, Bummed-Out Betty, but I promise I won't be in this rut forever, you guys and gals!
As a departing note, I wonder if quilting is a hobby an amateur can take up. I really want to make a quilt this year, but I've never picked up a needle and thread in my life, save for fixing buttons back onto jackets and things like that. Oh gosh... I'm already turning into a grandma in a rocking chair!
No other statement could so specifically capture my recent emotions. Tomorrow marks the day when two of the most beautiful, intelligent, inspirational, and, in other words, perfect people I have ever met pack up their bags and leave for university. That puts four hours and 200 miles between us.
That's what I'm finding stinks the most about this gap year I've got in my hands; all the people I've gone to school with and befriended and just gushed, gushed, gushed over are leaving to so many different places, while I stay here and look on. It feels an awful lot like those scenes in movies where a character's standing still and everything else around them is this fast, ceaseless motion of blurs. And we ain't even touched on how much I'll be missing these people!
I've cried my eyes all puffy and my nose all red (and runny), and boy, oh boy! will my heart continue to pine for those I've fallen for! However, it is selfish to want to keep your great friends in a strong grip when you know they're practically bursting with potential. But even knowing that, the situation sucks, and the only way it could suck more is if the situation were a vacuum cleaner or a black hole. See? It's even causing me to make bad jokes!
In other news of the day, I've been reading Wuthering Heights and just now I realized that I haven't had any dinner yet. I sound like Debby Downer's cousin, Bummed-Out Betty, but I promise I won't be in this rut forever, you guys and gals!
As a departing note, I wonder if quilting is a hobby an amateur can take up. I really want to make a quilt this year, but I've never picked up a needle and thread in my life, save for fixing buttons back onto jackets and things like that. Oh gosh... I'm already turning into a grandma in a rocking chair!
An Introduction
My first post - and hopefully, the first of many! What better way to start things off with than an introduction of yours truly and why she's undertaking the chronicling of her (perhaps boring and not very adventurous) adventures?
As it stands today, on the 23rd of August, I am 18 years old. Oh yeah, my name is sort of important - it's Aya, as in Aya Papaya. I reside in Texas with my family and a Holland lop rabbit, Mochi. I really want a Russian blue cat and name him/her after a great historical figure, but until then, I guess the fur ball bun-bun will have to do. I tend to like pretty things, and I undergo multiple identity crises within the span of a day.
Here's a crappy webcam-quality visual of the girl on the other side of your screen, for all you visual folks:
"Hey Aya, why start your blog now?" you inquire very curiously. Well, thanks for asking, Inquisitive Ingrid/Ignacio!
Due to a series of neither fortunate nor unfortunate events, I ended up taking a year off from school. Today would be my first day of university if I were attending. Since I'm not going, it marks the beginning of the 365 days I'll have to experience the heck out of. Given my history, I'll probably end up turning into a grandma and taking up knitting projects in a rocking chair, but I'm hoping things will be more exciting.
The original intent of this blog is to chronicle what I make of this year and how I grow as a person. I'm thinkin' I'll be posting music I find, movies that really get me, books that make me go "hoopla!", and bloggin' about the things I do. I feel (mostly) optimistic about it all, so I'm excited to see where the change of the seasons will take me. I look forward to making this a year found, instead of a year lost!
It'll be cool if you wanna hop in my wagon and hitch along for the ride, but if you have funner things to do, then whatever, you can go do them instead! But um, please consider inviting me.
As it stands today, on the 23rd of August, I am 18 years old. Oh yeah, my name is sort of important - it's Aya, as in Aya Papaya. I reside in Texas with my family and a Holland lop rabbit, Mochi. I really want a Russian blue cat and name him/her after a great historical figure, but until then, I guess the fur ball bun-bun will have to do. I tend to like pretty things, and I undergo multiple identity crises within the span of a day.
Here's a crappy webcam-quality visual of the girl on the other side of your screen, for all you visual folks:
Due to a series of neither fortunate nor unfortunate events, I ended up taking a year off from school. Today would be my first day of university if I were attending. Since I'm not going, it marks the beginning of the 365 days I'll have to experience the heck out of. Given my history, I'll probably end up turning into a grandma and taking up knitting projects in a rocking chair, but I'm hoping things will be more exciting.
The original intent of this blog is to chronicle what I make of this year and how I grow as a person. I'm thinkin' I'll be posting music I find, movies that really get me, books that make me go "hoopla!", and bloggin' about the things I do. I feel (mostly) optimistic about it all, so I'm excited to see where the change of the seasons will take me. I look forward to making this a year found, instead of a year lost!
It'll be cool if you wanna hop in my wagon and hitch along for the ride, but if you have funner things to do, then whatever, you can go do them instead! But um, please consider inviting me.
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