One Day the World will Hug Us Back.
And tears will be wiped by the sands
from our porch welcome mats
and the arms of supermarkets and
Parking tickets will reach out
and hold our hands instead of
crushing them.
One day the World will Hug Us Back.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Thursday, January 6, 2011
New
So, I am now going to University of Tulsa.
So far so good right?
Im excited to be starting new again, but I am also sad to know I am leaving behind good friends. Ana was my roomate at OU and I have grown to love her so much. She was my best friend down there and god, it makes me so sad that I wont finish the year with her. She helped me stay sane. well.. as sane as possible I guess.
I saw my room today... it definately needs some of my things in there to make it feel more like home. I hope my new roomate will work out. Im only used to Ana and her firey hispanic attidude : )
I have my classes picked out as well : D
Im taking
Chinese II
China/Japan since 1800 ( four 400 page books to devour...OH MY)
Statistics
Business Technology ( 101 for Spread Sheets and Filing..)
Plants and Society (background for my future tea business!)
There you go.. My life till May 7th, see you then.I really wanted to take another poetry class, there was one available, Russian Poetry, which I wanted REALLY badly...
I cant take it becuase I am in the College of Business... its only for people in Arts and Sciences. poop.
Well, I have nothing really deep to say today. Ive been on edge and I am not ready to confront that yet.
So far so good right?
Im excited to be starting new again, but I am also sad to know I am leaving behind good friends. Ana was my roomate at OU and I have grown to love her so much. She was my best friend down there and god, it makes me so sad that I wont finish the year with her. She helped me stay sane. well.. as sane as possible I guess.
I saw my room today... it definately needs some of my things in there to make it feel more like home. I hope my new roomate will work out. Im only used to Ana and her firey hispanic attidude : )
I have my classes picked out as well : D
Im taking
Chinese II
China/Japan since 1800 ( four 400 page books to devour...OH MY)
Statistics
Business Technology ( 101 for Spread Sheets and Filing..)
Plants and Society (background for my future tea business!)
There you go.. My life till May 7th, see you then.I really wanted to take another poetry class, there was one available, Russian Poetry, which I wanted REALLY badly...
I cant take it becuase I am in the College of Business... its only for people in Arts and Sciences. poop.
Well, I have nothing really deep to say today. Ive been on edge and I am not ready to confront that yet.
Monday, January 3, 2011
Dear confused audience, I can explain.
Didnt turn my right blinker on
but at least I used the right lane.
I tie myself in ties and ties
and I really cant explain.
Understanding the understanding
is okay with me
but, what do I do when
there is no understanding me?
Find myself and find myself
looking at airplanes,
and skies and clouds
and meaningless things.
I try to stop the cigarette breathe
from reaching my brain,
but it takes those five minute breaks,
and I make no change.
Im as lady like as a lumberjack
with shaved legs; Im graceful
like a damn turtle race.
the one thing good, the one thing
that I could only hope for
is the people who love me anyways.
but at least I used the right lane.
I tie myself in ties and ties
and I really cant explain.
Understanding the understanding
is okay with me
but, what do I do when
there is no understanding me?
Find myself and find myself
looking at airplanes,
and skies and clouds
and meaningless things.
I try to stop the cigarette breathe
from reaching my brain,
but it takes those five minute breaks,
and I make no change.
Im as lady like as a lumberjack
with shaved legs; Im graceful
like a damn turtle race.
the one thing good, the one thing
that I could only hope for
is the people who love me anyways.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Pocahontas told me to do it.
Well... its 2011. I know its redundant to say because who wouldnt know. Everyone knows as of today, the second day of the new year, and to top it off its a Sunday. Sunday's are the worst for me. Always. Its not a choice for me, its a garauntee. I sound like a Sunday miser, after all it has sun in the name... yet it seems to always show the opposite to me. I dont really cause it or look for trouble on this particular day. Trouble and grief always finds me. (points for cliche statement).
So, this first important few days of the new year alows people to step into retrospect of their past one. Examine, regret, marvel, etc. I jumped into the band wagon as well and looked back. All my previous posts were from 2010 and I must say most of them are depressing. I find myself blogging most times when I am sad, angry, contemplative and cynical. However, today I am almost emotionless. Its as if the new year granted my wish and said, "Here Erika, smoke some cigarettes, look back, and thank god you dont feel anything today." Im not really numb as I would hope to describe this emotion, its with out color... but it isnt numb. Maybe objective nostalgic, if those adjectives even make sense. Im so glad its a new year, hoping for new things. Yes yes. Last year... 2010... was a very calculated lesson for me from some higher power I believe, what ever that that power is. Or like Pocahontas, the wind taught me and mother tree delivered with great enthusiasm. 2010 was like chapters of a thriller kids book. Started out scary, frightening and made me grow from three foot tall to five foot tall with a sports bra. Then tragically sad, with only ham to feed me and wonderful friends to support my ongoing journey. Summer kissed my skin and was really the only kiss I got. August jump started my heart and made me feel loved again and as all kid stories go, it ended with a happy ending to chicago and alchohol poisoning.
To patrick: I love you so so so much. I want nothing but happiness for you and I am so lucky to share our lives together. You are my best friend and lover.
Ive written alot, but for some reason i feel really shy in sharing it. Maybe Ive made it wayy to personal, but maybe something light hearted will come to me soon. Something that has nothing to do with me.
Things I am not resolution-ing about but just want to do for this year list
Mandolin fixed and play
More and more dresses
work hard on finding an internship for tea
write alot more
quit snoring after I drink
sneeze more, because i like it
visit a beach
read some classics
adventures
So, this first important few days of the new year alows people to step into retrospect of their past one. Examine, regret, marvel, etc. I jumped into the band wagon as well and looked back. All my previous posts were from 2010 and I must say most of them are depressing. I find myself blogging most times when I am sad, angry, contemplative and cynical. However, today I am almost emotionless. Its as if the new year granted my wish and said, "Here Erika, smoke some cigarettes, look back, and thank god you dont feel anything today." Im not really numb as I would hope to describe this emotion, its with out color... but it isnt numb. Maybe objective nostalgic, if those adjectives even make sense. Im so glad its a new year, hoping for new things. Yes yes. Last year... 2010... was a very calculated lesson for me from some higher power I believe, what ever that that power is. Or like Pocahontas, the wind taught me and mother tree delivered with great enthusiasm. 2010 was like chapters of a thriller kids book. Started out scary, frightening and made me grow from three foot tall to five foot tall with a sports bra. Then tragically sad, with only ham to feed me and wonderful friends to support my ongoing journey. Summer kissed my skin and was really the only kiss I got. August jump started my heart and made me feel loved again and as all kid stories go, it ended with a happy ending to chicago and alchohol poisoning.
To patrick: I love you so so so much. I want nothing but happiness for you and I am so lucky to share our lives together. You are my best friend and lover.
Ive written alot, but for some reason i feel really shy in sharing it. Maybe Ive made it wayy to personal, but maybe something light hearted will come to me soon. Something that has nothing to do with me.
Things I am not resolution-ing about but just want to do for this year list
Mandolin fixed and play
More and more dresses
work hard on finding an internship for tea
write alot more
quit snoring after I drink
sneeze more, because i like it
visit a beach
read some classics
adventures
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