Weblog

Wednesday, 14 January 2009

  • Mini-update

    Hello all, I am back at school and feeling great.

    I have just finished my first day of classes in 2009. Things are going well, except for the alarming lack of text books and the even more alarming lack of money with which to purchase said books. But that will get taken care of, these things always do.

    On to better things. My Spanish and Calc professors are both mad every which way but Norway, and I adore them both so far. I even woke up early for my 9:30 class, early enough for a shower, enough time to get dressed and even eat breakfast. That was great, and so I was out and about into a frezing world. (My hair froze, it does that sometimes.)

    Then on to girls brunch (lovely) and my American Indian writers class, which is, so far, enjoyable insofar as it is going to rile me up like none other.

    I am excited, and wary, and shy because I am one of two freshmen in the entire class, but the professor seems nice enough.

    Tomorrow, on to Lang & culture and Psych (yay)

    It is so nice being back on campus, I missed everyone dearly.

    I spent most of yesterday's waking hours with Alex, which was very nice indeed. (I missed him, children)

    I am scheming for summer already (dreams are nice, now to make them a reality). I just...need this.

    I was walking earlier, to the library for the second part of my AI class, that I was smoldering through the cold january air. I was shaking from the cold and something else. Icy fire in my veins, I was breathing ice and steam and was a creature of my own nature.

    It's that damn imagination, I say, it's that damn thing.

    Okay, got to go, better stuff to do than sit and talk to you. Just kidding, I love you all.

Thursday, 01 January 2009

  • The first of many

    Happy New Year, world.

    These markers of time are always times of introspection for me. Birthdays, holidays, the turning of seasons and years. I think of where I was this time last year. My entire world has shifted, in many ways, some things never really do.

    This year gone, I finished my stint at Dana, spoke at graduation, saw a few worlds crumble.
    I fought and loved, I raged and I dreamt.
    I saw things end and things begin, it was been quite the year.

    As always, I never could have imagined my life now this time last year. And, a little less usual, I have been wonderfully surprised.

    I proved to myself that I could do what I thought I might never be able to. I returned to Boston after a summer spent spinning an sleeping uneasy under a windowsill often visited by afternoon thunderstorms. I started the college era of my life and so far it has been amazing. After getting mixed up in other's lives back home, after crashing into Ash, after looping back to a past that I would be wise to walk away from, after being tied to family and the months, days, years before all of this, after letting many things go in my days and in my mind, I am here. I have met some incredible people. My friends at school give me hope. For a long time, since I was a kid and very strongly at Dana, I was an outsider in many ways, always a little off and always a little lame. I would never consider myself conventionally cool and I am glad of it. These few months have shown me that there are others out there who feel the same, who enjoy being smart and learning what they can, kids who like climbing trees and video games and more than anything, have the kind of curious, creative and wonderful spirits that I have been looking for.

    If you had described my life now to me last year, I probably would have laughed and tried not to get my hopes up.

    Right now, I am in the process of getting to know some pretty great people. I am in a great environment and i am excited about where my life is going, wherever that might be, without the characteristic, neurotic fear that I usually experience towards the future.

    At the dawn of this year, I am hopeful. The world is out there and I have my eyes open. I want to reach out and touch the world, I am hoping for spring soon. Right now I am awaiting stories and adventures with people I enjoy, I am curious and happy, my favorite versions of me.

    I won't say that I have completely shrugged off the aspects of my past that continue to shape my mind, but I am getting there.

    There are just so many things that I am looking forward to this year. I am proud of myself for this year. As usual, there are always things that we would do different, but for the most part, I am at a very good place in my life right now, I think that I am doing alright for myself.

    I did well the first semester, surprised myself with grades. I've held down a part-part-time job, I am on okay grounds with both my mom and my dad, I am stabilizing in some ways, I surprised myself with my affections, I am feeling free. I feel like I broke away from external things I couldn't agree with. I am free, in many ways. I am free to think, to love, to adventure and form a life for myself.

    Things I learned this year: Destruction and creation are the same things. Sometimes, things take you were you need to be, even though it may not seem to be the case. The subway system is not that hard to figure out. I can actually do college work. Never underestimate yourself or those around you, especially based on understanding life in general. Hamberguesa (hah). Love, affection, lust, companionship, happiness, all of these are independent of gender/race/other stuff in my mind. Pizza days pizza is actually amazing at three am. Boredom is epidemic.

    I have learned so many things this year.

    I will see you this time next year, I wonder how it will be?

    I couldn't believe you anyway.   

Wednesday, 10 December 2008

  • papers, freaking out, wonderful dilemmas

    camped out in starbucks, trying to finish my soc final, I'm going to be sitting so pretty when this thing is done, I am going to sleep and not worry and then start studying for spanish.

    Today has been lovely. It was raining, but mostly warm, the kind of day in which I decide to walk out in the rain, regardless of the practical choice of going inside.

    Kind of day for walking about and having tea and listening to wonderful musics, lovely.
    Guitar strumming about, open mike night and all, you know how it goes.

    "We're two halves of a palindrome..."

    i like that alot, some nice gentlemany type person sung that earlier tonight, perfect man for the Lisa-bits.

    Okay, should probably go back and write some more, don't really want to, would much rather be wandrin' about and lovely things like that.

    Ohh, great song, loves it...

    hmmm.... wish me luck, children.

Monday, 08 December 2008

  • First snow of the year

    and I am glowing in a dark room.

    Sometimes the present is a crash. A collision between the past and tomorrow. Sometimes it is something of it's very own.

    A moment is on repeat in my mind. Don't mind my corners, the angles that confuse sometimes.

    Ahh... I love this song.

    "Today is the first day of my life..."

    That is a little of how I am right now. Things seem new, new family members, new snow, new song for an old day.

    Hopeful, it's nice.

    "These things take forever, I especially am slow."

    "And I wondered if I could come home."

    does it feel like we are getting another chance? As if we were all just waking up.

    I look around, and there you all.

    "I could go any where with you, and I'd probably be happy"

    "So if you want to be with me, with these things there's no telling, so we'll just wait and see."

    ahh, bright eyes, keeping me company tonight.

    I know where I would rather be.

    so. I am happy.

    I am a little scared, I usually am, but I am happy.

    "Your's is the first face that I saw"

    I want to go driving and watch the sun come up somewhere, I want to sleep for a few days, I just want to lay here and listen to that song again and be near you, I just want to listen to the radio and the guitar and heartbeats.

    I am. Strangly optimistic. Uncharectaristically content, I am happy here, I think.

    I keep wanting to write, here and there, I keep wanting to say all of the things floating around my head, I think things and they get filed away.

    Even my dreams are calm, they don't chase me as they usually do.

    "Am I loud and clear, or am I breaking up?"

    A little Rise Against for your soul.

    I do not feel like bad luck, or a bad memory. I feel like a person, like me, like something living and real.

    I feel real. It's weird, but I do and I don't usually.

    I am tired, but I wake up and I want to see people, I want to go outside and stay inside and sleep and drive and drink too much coffee and I want to kiss hard and dance slow and dream in three dimensions and I can't wait to hear the next story.

    the wind is pacing outside, as if it forgot something and now can't sleep.

    I don't feel lonely anymore.

    I am going home (one of them) for the break.

    The world, life, everything. It's right here.

    I think I feel a sleep comin on.

    G'night kids

Monday, 01 December 2008

  • Atomic Age Heart Throb

    you bet, kiddos, that's me.

    The kids are home, I am happy. I was decompressing pretty exploding-ly earlier, as I am prone to do.

    SciFi paper is.. .going well. Lots of really great research and I'm working now on organizing it into something beautiful. I have this crazy notion that if I take all of my information and lay it all out in front of me that I will see the pattern and make the connections I need. Then I think maybe I am working too hard to see something there, all I really want to do is keep reading and thinking and solidifying ideas. I just feel like there is a way to present all of this that is 'right" and I know that's dumb, but it always feels like there is a better way to do it. I guess what I really need to do is just sit down and write it. (Man, I'm going to feel great when this thing is done)

    If I could just keep doing the research thing, that would be okay with me.

    As it is, I have about a million scifi movies from the last century to catch up on. (not for my paper, but just for my own general education)

    trying to decide if I am going to stay up and work on it more... I think I might just go to bed, stuff to do tomorrow and all that jazz.

    I think I can here the clouds comin'. Do we all hide inside or stand in front of our doors and wait for them to find us here?

    Does it matter if I'm standing under a streetlight?

    mah... I think stress is trying to turn me inside out and I don't know what to do....

conspiracy_theory2002

  • Visit conspiracy_theory2002's Xanga Site
    • Name: Jo weye'
    • Country: United States
    • State: Massachusetts
    • Birthday: 3/25/1990
    • Gender: Female
    • Member Since: 3/11/2004

About Me

  • If we all go dance in the street, where will they sell the icecream? hmmm... about me... I am a sixteen foot tall yelow mackeral and I like salsa music. I also do not have the firmest grasp on the reality of my own life.

Pulse

Chatboard (6)

  • MystIcAl_MysTerY_giRl2004
    Hello? Is this the pizza palace?
  • MidoriSeki
    You have forgotten us!
  • annahasian
    oh and p.s. i made a xanga account for the sole reason of posting the above comment.
  • annahasian
    i love how one of your chatboards is named "i ate annah's shoe" i hope u didn't.. they're mainly leather and might be tough going down. Annah
  • conspiracy_theory2002
    I ATE ANNAH'S SHOE!!!!
  • conspiracy_theory2002
    chat my friends, chat away