365: November 2008

Sunday, November 30, 2008

Stumbles back to blog, whistling and staring at the ceiling and trying to look inconspicious

So.

I haven't kept up this project for at least two weeks now. I'd go into the reasons, but those of you who matter most to me already know about the general goings-on of my life and those of you who don't know...too bad for you!

I don't know if I'm going to pick back up on this project, to be honest.

I took photos for a few days after the last post, but then God picked up the giant room containing all elements of my life, kicked it around for a while, swapped half the contents for Pokemon cards, and set it back down.

So.

Instead, I'm going to write about small nowhere towns and funny they are.

I saw my cousin Mike for the first time in at least a year, today. It's not that he lives far away; it's just that his family and my family...aren't very close. He's in his early twenties and currently works as a pig (sorry, I mean cop) in South Dakota.

Anyway. Today he told me about this little town in SD he once passed through with a few members of his squad. The town welcome sign boasted its motto: "Into the future." Hilariously, the sign also boasted it to be the home of the 1973 state champion girls' swim team. The other features of this small place were dirt roads (zero pavement), a bar which had once been a bank, and a gas station.

Into the future.

Also striking me today is the town of Watson, MN. I have driven through it countless times, going back and forth to my grandparents' town. I always notice the sign you see upon entering and exiting (mind you, once you enter it takes about 20 seconds to exit). "The Goose Capital of the USA", or something similar. Did they get voted the goose capital? Why have I never seen geese there? How many other towns are vying for that title...or already sharing it? Should we take this to court, who is ACTUALLY the goose capital of the country? Does it really matter? Why would a town boast its goose population...mind you again, geese are MIGRATORY, WATER-LOVING birds. Making their permanent home nowhere, but generally chilling near lakes. Watson, as far as I can tell, has no water bodies.

Er...excellent deduction, Watson.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

(90) I'm posting this for Friday, but actually also taken on Thursday...

Thursday was a big day, ok? The skies unfurled blankets and blankets of icy rain for several hours. And around four o'clock...it changed to snow. Huge droplets of juicy, wet snow. The streets and lawns were overwhelmed by several inches within the hour. Driving back and forth to campus and rehearsal, my parents' little Toyota got stuck at intersections and slid around haphazardly on curves. It was so exciting!

I didn't intend for these pictures to go together; they were merely seperately illustrations of how absolutely DRENCHED I became whilst riding my bicycle back to the highschool for afternoon class. Pouring rain. The last time I got that soaked due to the weather was this last July, at the Winnipeg Folk Festival.

(89) Thursday

I have owned this Aeropostale sweatshirt for probably...five years. And while my junior-high self REALLY wanted it...I soon went from being desperate to wear the "cool" brands that the "cool" girls wore, to absolutely loathing these stores' very existence. (Hollister being public enemy number one, followed by Abercrombie & Fitch, American Eagle, and Aeropostale.)

I hated how all of these girls looked THE SAME with their flared jeans, fitted logo-boasting t-shirts, flips flops, lacy camisoles, and highlighted, straightened hair. I went out of my way to NEVER wear anything that could confuse me with these fashionized zombies (or...that's how they seemed at the time.)

Since the turbulent years of 8th-10th grade, I have forgotten about these supposed social barriers that my mind created between the haves and the have nots. I wore this sweatshirt the other day. It was really comfortable. I'm not afraid of being judged anymore; I realize no one is shallow enough or even cares enough to pay attention to trivial things like the brand of my sweatshirt. Not in the real world, at least.

(88) Wednesday-When will the exhaustion end?

Getting home late for some reason I don't even remember (that's the level of utter tired and confusion I've been experiencing as of late.)
Looking like ass.

And it kind of looks like I had been crying. :S I don't remember, honestly. Maybe this wasn't even on Wednesday. If any of you knew my whereabouts this week, fill me in. Because to me it was mostly a blur.

(87) Tuesday: Obama won, but what if...?

And um...please ignore that the video somehow got double-posted.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Excuse

I've been keeping up with pictures this whole history-ridden week. I...just...have been very occupied with writing papers, celebrating, and memorizing lines for the show I'm in. I haven't yet gotten a chance to put the shots up, but I'll hopefully snag a few moments later to get that done.

Isn't that sad? My life has gotten hectic to the point that in order to do anything fun I have to steal time from myself. I'm so busy doing things required of me, that I don't have any time to do what I really want to.

Later, inter-web.

Monday, November 3, 2008

(86) The election sure is exciting and all...

but you know what I'm also really pumped for?

Sunday, November 2, 2008

(85) Can I lay in your bed all day?

Of all the lyrics in the world, that (see title) is the one I most often think of. Today there was no "your"...I just wanted to lay in bed all day. But I didn't. Instead, I got up and pretended to do stuff. And then for some reason my camera was reacting to normal light in such a way that it turned everything blue. And I couldn't decide which of these pictures was sillier. So I used both. And now I'm going to bed again. The end.