There are so many things that this blog wants to say that I don’t plan on letting it. So, if I seem a little cooky and like I’m covering four thousand things in one thing, that is why. Also, I have a very nasty cold and currently have a tissue shoved up into one of my nostrils to block the drippage. There may or may not be a headache with a heartbeat in my brain and I have refused to change underwear and/or clothes all day because I’m waiting for that glorious shower moment when all the mucas in my nose can finally escape into its rightful home in the drain. Grossed out yet?
Yesterday, I went on a lovely little adventure with my friend Nat. I won’t put her last name because then this blog will forever come up when you google her and her future employers will see her faded red sneakers sticking out from beneath a wigwam in the photos and possibly judge her for never throwing them in a washing machine…because people do that, oddly enough. I always love going on adventures with my camera, so if you’d like to come along I’m sure we’ll all make discoveries about ourselves and the nature around us while doing so. But, I especially love going on adventures with Nat because we are on similar brain waves in life (ish) and because she likes taking pictures with the same amount of zumph (maybe?) as me.
We went to the NC Botanical Gardens, which was of course…dead, with it being winter and all. But, lesson for the loved ones: you have to find the beauty in death in order to….(finish the phrase on your own). Nat went around and told me how lush everything looked when it was actually alive, while I simultaneously poked at the frozen ice on top of the lily pad ponds and stepped onto the browned and crunchy leaves. (I like that crunchy has the connotation of eating, but then there’s that lovely little sound that comes from crunching and you can’t help but use it for other things too, like leaves and frozen grass. I prefer the sound of frozen grass, actually).
I’m getting really off topic. It was hot yesterday, well I could wear a tank-top and jeans (and a sweater) in January, that’s pretty good…like 64 degrees is what the radio said.
BAH! I was going to write “This blog was brought to you by the sweet tunes of _______” but I can’t think with this music on. You know when you listen to a certain song, even though you don’t mean to, you’re just on shuffle and it comes on. For instance, I like to walk/run occasionally (and by occasionally I mean hardly ever) around my neighborhood and I hate when my ipod is on shuffle and a song with historical, memorical (this is my new word I just made up for memory-inducing) song comes through and you distinctly remember going for a cry&drive while listening to this song blast through your open, winter windows and you want to cry, again, for that moment or just because you’re still upset. That’s what shuffle seems to want to do to me today, and I’m not upset, I just feel like listening to mellow music that doesn’t have memorical connections. Maybe I should buy those cd’s they play in the card section of Target that say things like “Whimsical Sounds of Nature” and “Rushing Vibrations of Water.” Also, I’m a firm believer that the cosmic universe tries to tell you all kinds of weird things throughout your day and so its’ music choices while you’re on shuffle (even though at one point you chose all those songs) is the universe’s way of telling you to think about these memories. And thus why this blog is just ridiculously frustrating.
Moving on, accept the loss. (That was my mantra when I redecorated my room a few days ago. ACCEPT THE LOSS. If you have a loss you need to accept, write it on a piece of paper and burn that thing in a large, industrial, possibly nuclear fire and ACCEPT THE LOSS).
I’m glad I warned everyone that this was going to be a train wreck of a blog.
Let me just tell you about my adventure and put a few pictures, maybe a link to Lindsey Lee’s music that gets me every time and be on my way. This wasn’t the blog I started out writing. I should probably outline these things before I ever, ever distribute them to the masses. I also feel a strong need of wanting to go to church soon. I often get that way after I watch Catholic demon movies though, so that’s probably because I just saw The Rite with Anthony Hopkins. I should probably ignore this guilt-response my body conjures up, but then I wouldn’t be Catholic.
- “…because he had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, keep rolling under the stars…” — Jack Kerouac
- “I will not let anyone walk through my mind with their dirty feet.” — Mahatma Gandhi
- “Your feet will bring you to where your heart is.” — Old Scots Saying
- “Let us step into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure.” — J.K. Rowling
- “I can’t go back to yesterday because I was a different person then. ”
— Lewis Carroll
- “Have your adventures, make your mistakes, and choose your friends poorly — all these make for great stories.” — Chuck Palahniuk
- “I can choose either to be a victim of the world or an adventurer in search of treasure. It’s all a question of how I view my life.” — Paulo Coelho
- “The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience.”
— Eleanor Roosevelt
I think I’ve about exhausted that. I also think that this picture kind of envelopes where I am in my life right now. Not only am I wearing extremely comfortable shoes, that I no longer have to tie and are the color of assorted fruits, but I am also in this weird, what-am-I-doing-with-my-life-phase…
I don’t really know where I’m going to be living in six months, or if I’ll be moving at all and going on to the next big adventure. OR if the money that I’ve been saving, instead of going to rent, is going to go to a Germany to see concentration camps and to Barcelona to buy a very colorful skirt or to England to see one of my dearest friends, Abby. These are all good, and puzzling questions. In the words of Lewis Carroll “curiouser and curiouser.” (Lewis Carroll by the way possibly molested children for the entirety of his life, one of them including the famous Alice. Just to ruin everyone’s love of Wonderland for a second).
During this photo we were cracking up because we had just made up a story about a young girl from Magoo who kept on Mafalling in the sidewalk cracks. She was very Maclutsy. The large, story-telling chair is actually in charge of taking this photograph and these stumps are for sitting and listening. As you can see, we’re not very good listeners….we’re more…writers.
I’m not sure I’m quite large enough to fit in this role yet. I have a few more years until my stories are plump enough to fill this chair.
Yea, my friends are indie-rock-star hot. I know, I know.
So, that’s that adventure. Since all the plants were dead I didn’t really go around photographing plant species. However, I did discover my new passion for a career in plant-naming. I have taken the time to actually show you a few names of plants that I thought were really exciting so that you know why I would be SUCH a good applicant for this position. Where do I apply for this? (It’s at least more fun than naming roads, or places. Whoever does that has absolutely no imagination and needs to make friends with JK Rowling).