Hump day the title of tomarrow is indeed hump day. And unless you are andrea after a nice and fresh vanilla frappachino, i dont mean hump as in the pelvic motion. Here in New York, I have gotten in the habit of refering to wednesdays as Hump day.
It is the only day in the week where i am half done, but just half started. It always seems that once the piano rings its last chime and i make my final descend for the day down 4 stories of stairs after my last class on wednesday, the rest of the week just......goes.
Its like the rising action and falling actgion all in once. We say once its hump day, its basically the weekend. And if thats true, then after tomarrow, i get to come home in exactly one week. Okay, maybe not exactly one week. But still Hump
Day proves worthy. It is the marker of my monday tuesday accomplishments, and the beginner of my journey towards the weekend. This next weekend will be spent in connecticut again. Hopefully i can relax completely once again. This past weekend in the city was eventful,
yes indeed. Saturdays in the city give a whole new meaning to busy. For the first time here i felt let my country bumkin side come out and i jsut walked around uptown in complete awe. Following which i saw an amazing Broadway entitled "42nf street".
It was the whole shabang..singing, dancing, acting, everything. Now i know nothing about people on broadway but i couldnt help but wonder the whole time if one day, that could be me? Could i be on broadway? Would i WANT to be on broadway. Now as far as
abilities go i have no clue, but just automatically assuming i would make the cut, waht would it take to do the same show everyday of your life for 2 years straight and still make it worth watching? Then taking into account the money and living in this city
and the lifestyle....i just dont know. They say when youre a kid you can by anything you wanna be, but i've come to believe its not that simple. You will be what either makes money, or what makes you happy, and only the lucky few get both. well
its late and i must get some good rest so i can live out hump day and keep it full to its reputation of being the best day of the week. Please done hesitate to comment of email or call...it makes me feel not so isolated....later
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  Out the window Then she just started laughing and everything was better. To think that life will just go on and you are where you are and that i might as well enjoy the sweet, sweaty joys of today.
Distracted at times by the defaning siren that pulls my attention outside the window and down onto 6th ave, the class becomes as distant as my foggy memory of home. So defaning is the noise that i question whether or not the pianist is still playing because i dont believe i can hear anything anymore but a squel. Pianists amaze me. Set a tempo as the teacher does and,with the habituality of a breathe, a pattern of notes and
rythms, tunes and tempos come to their fingers as quick as a blink. The nod of the instructor and life is given to the moving bodies by music that fits each twist and turn to a tee. Never recognized and often ignored by the dancer, i do believe they deserve more applause than the athletes of my sport because without them,....what a question, there would not be dance.
Its as if to say you can have custard without using creme. Yes it can be done. One can dance alone without accomplinament and still serve a purpose, but like unwhipped cream, its flat. Hollow, unable to breathe, spoken without purpose. Maybe i will become a pianist so i can fill empty dances..or rather help empty dancers.....later   ¶ 5:42 PM 0 Comments

  One week down... Between 10th and 9th, i bump into a woman with a tan Gucci purse. a real one, not one of those fake imitations. With a shy natural Oregonian response i apologize only to realize that she is now feet down the street a not even giving a moments thought to the brief encounter we had. Staring at her behind me i bump into another person, and i know its a man befor i even turn completely around because his fake cologne clogs the thick air around me. Now knowing that an apology would be out of line and a waste of breathe that i need to make it to the subway, i walk straight ahead and work on my New Yorker trans; face forward, eyes blank, pace fast and focused. But me, distracted by anything and everything and craving human contact, let my eyes wander and am willing to stray from the New Yorker trans and look like somewhat of a tourist just to connect with someone. Above me on the 5th floor of a large brick building that looks like every other one on the streets are red flowers in full bloom and i can only help but wonder how they got there. In such a city, who waters them? Who planted them? Has anyone ever taken the time to smell them and enjoy all they have to offer? Then the plant activist in me came out and wondered whether or not they were suffocating in the intense smog and pollution and if their life was shorter lived than the flowers in the country. Below the flowers was an eatery, old battered and bruised but restored by a free-spirited individual and now inhabited by new-age free-thinkers. These kind of eateries take over every street corner and just a few days ago did i notice that every so often a stair way leads to 4 other floors of similar attractions. I swear you could live in this city for your entire lifetime and only see 1/1000th of the places there are to eat. Seeing as i am not a resident, i can imagine that living here would be a dream. Unlimited food, shops to die for, and enough people to meet day by day to always keep you hungry for more interactions.

Keeping this in mind, i have been doing a study of the people around me. I automatically assume that everyone i see lives in the city and i presume they think the same of me, which i take as a compliment for some unknown reason. My one true aim while walking on the streets is to look like a resident rather than a tourist. WHy? Because it is accepted? Because i HAVE to fit in? Who knows, its just a challenge i guess. But in order to blend in as a resident to the city, i must know what a resident is like. And thats when i discovered that living in the city wouldnt be so great. Everyone seems so...lonely. They walk alone, dont talk to anyone, and are just so independent its almost as if they are the true definition of being alone in the one city where in any circumstance you are never alone. Surrounded by people, but isolated. I feel even if a bunch were to break out of their shell and start to make eye contact, engage in conversation, or maybe even just mutter some kind of a greeting, no response would occur because the people here do not know how to interact. They are just to alone and caught up in themselves to give a moment away to anyone.

Now i am not vain enough to say that all here are lonely. Oh no, quiet the contrary. There are the couples. Oh man are they there. It seems almost as there is one couple for every single person in the city. Some days i dont want to go outside because seeing so many couples is almost overwhelming. But it makes sense. In a city so large, how could anyone not find a compliment? Someone who can complete them. It makes me wonder about soul mates and if there really is just one person for me and if so, do i need to go to a city like New York to find him, or is he in Hillsboro at this very moment...?

More likely than not I can avoid the lonely people and the invasion of couples because a majority of my commute is spent underground on the good old L train, the subway that runs along 14th and conveniently enough ends 2 blocks away from the studio. The subway is like a whole nother world. As elementary as it sounds i keep expecting to see some teenage mutant ninja turtle somewhere around the corner whenever i am waiting for my train. The air is still and thick and ventilation is an unknown concept but somehow i feel very comfortable waiting for my train. Once inside the L, everything falls silent. I guess there is some unwritten rule about talking or making noise inside the subway. The regulars and deathly still, and often me and Andrea are the only ones conversing and during those times, i feel like everyone is listening as if we were that days entertainment. i have derived that the subways is kind of sacred, like the one place where silence can be found, On the streets, in your workplace, even in your own apartment you cant escape the noise of the city. But oin the subway, feet below ground, noise is carefully monitered and silence becames a treasured and sacred value. Oh the things we take for granted in rural areas....

Not only am i experiencing the city that never sleeps (and let me tell you i have never heard an expresion with more truth in it) but i am getting a glance at one possible lifestyle, the lifestyle of a dancer. Independent from my parents, fairing on my own, cooking each meal in a small apartment and commuting everywhere i need to go, i only am getting part of the experience of a low-income dancer. Inside the studio is where the real work begins. I am already sweating by the time i enter the room. The studios are hot and sticky and there is no air conditioner so the chance to cool down is a mere dream. The teachers claim it is good to be hot mostly because it increases your flexibility and forces you to loose weight via sweat. i say it sucks because i constantly want to rip off my clothes and take a bath but cant. The one shower i get a day is holy to me and i would certainly die if i didnt get it. I find myself applying deoderant unnumerable times a day and keep praying that my mother is wrong when she worns me about anti-persperants connection to breast cancer. The actual dancing is to die for. Pushing myself harder just to get a master teachers attention and always trying to outdance the taller, thinner, ballerina in front of me, i find myself improving by the day by pure motivation. But the hard part comes when day after day i strill feel invisible and wonder is i have even been noticed in class. I just have to remeber that i dont dance for them, for the company, for the city, for the people. I dance because i have to. I dance because it is truely my passion and at the end of the day when i realise that i am 5000 miles away from everyone and everything that has any value to me and that i have spent the past week and the next 3 weeks to completely focused on one art, the reality hits me and i feel satisfied because i am doing what i love at any cost and that is more than most can say. I hope all are having a wonderful summer and i miss everyone more than i can tell. Call me anytime you want. My cell is on..  ¶ 3:18 AM 1 Comments

  Plagerism in Hillsboro.. To all those whom it may concern, the previous post, cows in london, is what i like to call a "kara wanna be". They are all over the world and stalk me constantly and one seems to think he can blog in my blog. The situation at hand is being dealt with and soon the real blogging kara will return. later, for reals, later  ¶ 9:20 PM 2 Comments

  Cows of London... I Just wanted to blog from the big Apple to say that I miss you guys, especially Ryan who is my very special friend who deserves much praise. I also want to say that he is a pretty good looking, and everyone should hug him when they see him, because he is the best hugger in the entire world, but he is MY hugger, not yours, and he likes me very much. I, Kara, am also very good looking, and Ryan hardly deserves my friendship, but he's good at treating me well, so I humor him. He is good looking. So am I. We are one. Ok, I'm out of here. Peace love and Unity...err...I mean...until next time, later  ¶ 7:28 PM 4 Comments

  East Side Hello Oregon from the East SIDE!!!! I am able to write from you beacuase i am not yet in the city but rather in a part of Connecticut at a cousin of Andrea's house. It is amazingly beautiful here. The trees are awe inspiring and everyone is so friendly. I cant wait to experience the different kind of people in new york. I have been doing the usual, hot-tubing, jetskiing, eating, basking in a boat in the middle of a most beautiful lake, and sleeping the most deepest of sleeps. Today was a day full of relaxing a planning. We are just about to be leaving for the city and shopping. Andrea nad i are composing a list of groceried for the week and will go purchase all pof them befor getting into the city. There we will meet Rosemary (the owner of the apartment where i am staying) and walk around our blocke so we can know all the landmarks and such. The rest of the night is up for grabs, probably unpacking, eating some more, and mentally/physically preparing for dance bright and eatrly in the morning. I know to most of you it may mnot sound exciting, but it is pure heaven. The only way it could be better to be here were if the ones i loved were here. Already i have glanced at andrea today and n oted whom we missed and reminiced in the memories. Its weird to think that i am 3000 miles away from my home, but yet just a phone call away. Every city in the world contains its own lives and this is a seperate one i am eager to live. I have to go load up the car. Tomarrows a huge day and i hope i can continue to write but that all depends on computer availability. Missing you, later  ¶ 1:58 PM 6 Comments

  Momentary cessation As you already know, i leave tomarrow for New York where i dont know how often i will have access to a computer. So this may be the last post for a while. I am going to try to get my hands on a public library that has internet access i can sign up for or something because i cant go without blogging for a month, and i wanna keep in touch will all you summer kids and graduates. But just a fair warning, this may be it for a while so change your schedules, reset your clocks, adjust your lifestlye because the ever constant blogger will be taking rest. This is depressing. Lets change subjkects to something more uplifting.
So today everyone graduated, everyone being a butt-load of important people in my life. I am not really an emotional gal. Well, everyone is emotional, mine are just very controlled, so i never cried or even felt really sad. Just kinda...overwhelmed. I am half expecting all those people in blue caps and gowns to be waiting at that big old building we call school tomarrow just to hug me and sign my year book befor they go on their way. Where are they all going? How many know how much i care? Do any of them wish they saw me tonight or were a whole lot of one-way relationships just reverberating in my mind. Oddly enough, i found myself just wanting to leave the whole event because i felt uncomfortable and then once i was in my car, i remembered all the people i forgot to hug and almost felt like crying. Not because they were my best friends, not because i thought they had forgotten me, but just because i wanted them to know how they imfluence people. Man i love people and i wish the best for all of them.
I guess that wasnt anymore uplifting eh? Children. Children are amazing and uplifting. Right now there are two young children the ages of 4 and 5 at my feet. The youngest Kara i have recently fallen in love with, again. She absolutely idolizes me. The things she says are more mature than anything i can muster up and i know she means it all from the depths of her heart. Every five seconds she keeps coming in here and saying things like "big sister kara, i have something to tell you and its that i love you ok?". Man, that goes straight to the heart. Then she will sit on the floor and when Cameron, the older brother, comes in and asks her to race, she says "no, not now, i am watching big sister kara". Then it comes time for her to leave and she will hug me and kiss me and say "big kara i have to go but when i come back i will still love you". I think maybe children have a larger capacity for love because there is absolutely no fear of rejection or hurt.
So now its time to study for physics. I am tetoring on the edge of a C and tomarrow i have a final worth 15% of my grade. Lets pray for the best. Half of me wants to beg Dr. Hellman for some extra credit or some kind of grade raise, but the other half knows better. i earn waht i earn and thats that. But lets face it, a 4 point would have been impressive....
Tomarrow i get to see my brother. Sometimes i forget i have a brother until the phone rings and i hear a familiar voice who wants to hear all about my grades but overall my boys. He thinks all men only want one thing and that i can trust no one. He's gotten over the whole threatening gig and now just acts stupid to all my guy friends. But who can blame him, he is a big brother. Overall i love him to death and cant wait to see him for just minute till i have to leave. He gives great advice and i need someone who knows exactly how insane my parents are. Nobody understands their love but us two and its great to have someone to talk to it about and just simply laugh....
I'll miss you guys whoever is reading this. I am sorry this is not one of those insightfull readings with some of my highly philosophical thoughts but tonight i am just too overwhelmed by alot of things to go more than surface deep. God bless you and later...hopefully later
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  a day somewhere else Woke up to a soft humming of spanish radio. Apparently the once slow jazz station doesnt have enough funding to be a full-time act and once the time reaches exactly midnight, the trumpets roar and mariachi takes over the airway. Slowly i rose, confused about why i was getting up so early if i had no zero period. Oh thats right, i had an amazing night last night and couldnt fall asleep untill forever but couldnt concentrate on homework so now i have some kind of plan to be productive in the odd hours of the morning. Its weird how at night, some actions seem logical, but the same action seems ridiculus 8 hours later when push comes to shove and your butt in bed is on the line. In the shower i go, searching for some kind of radio because music is all that keeps me going in the morning. But strangly, everything in my shower was exaclty the same as it is everymorning, but it feels different. The air smelled different, the light through the window more intense, my shampoos odor smelled more like coconut than usual, and the bumpy thing on the bottom of the shower felt more coarse. Everything around me was the same, but it was all different. It took me a good majority of my shower to figure out why i felt like i was alice in wonderland, everything all upside down but identical to its state the day before. Its because i was trying to Be where i was. I know it sounds stupid and all kara-trying-to-be-smart, but i am being serious here. I was thinking unconciously about how in a matter of days i wont be showering in this bathroom, and how it will all be a memory. I was and still am to this minute, trying to put everything in a memory bank so i am percieving at a most intense level.Like at this exact moment, i can hear my dad clicking the mouse on the computer at the other end of the house, and still the soft hum of my computer monitor. I wish each day i could wake up with a new outlook, a new goal like to memorize things as i did today. Maybe tomarrow will be different...maybe...later  ¶ 10:01 PM 3 Comments

  Life Tuesday, June 8, 11:31pm, 2004.....life..is....fabulous...

A special shoutout to all who actually read my blogs. Kisses from Kara's room. later  ¶ 11:52 PM 1 Comments

  Bittersweet Symphony Contemplating the true meaning of songs can be a type of meditation. To think they were all written for someone at sometime meaing something so specific but then anyone who hears and takes the time to actually listens adapts it to their own life. Songs are a philosophy in their own. Overall i try not to quote songs because it makes me feel cheasy, corny, or maybe just of the lesser inteligence because its as if i cant come up with my own words. But to know that anything real i want to say has already been sung makes me eager to use lyrics as a true form of expression because they have already been media approved. As of the moment, the song that most represents my mental state is Bittersweet Symphony. For all you movie fans, it plays during the denoumont of the movei Cruel Intensions, when the evil in life is brought to justice but like real life, the sins and wrongdoings can never be undone. Althouh no such sins or wrongdoing are daunting my recent past, bittersweet would most definately describe my mentallity. I leave in days for New York City where i will live for 4 weeks, 1 month, 31 days, lots of hours. I am positive this will be one of the most memorable experiences in my life. A chance to venture away, being independent, living a life of dance (my true passion and love), and all in the city i have come to love the most, NYC. I can't desrcribe the anticipation that i feel every single morning. Just to be there right now. Who else can say they are traveling thousands of miles to live in an apartment with their best friend for a month and experience the real world of their art? I can. But this sweetness leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. With desire their is always a call for more desires for other things. I havent packed, havent shopped, havent finished school, havent studied for finals, but all i can see in my future is "gotta get ready". All that aside my largest dose of bitterness comes from my relational life. What about the people who i care so much about? To leave them behind, back in Oregon. Now some may say "give me a break, they will live. Your only 17". But when your joy day to day comes from seeing someone you loves' smiling face, imagining a month without that is torture. I know i will leave soon, and i will just as soon return, but that doesnt make the goodbyes anymore fun. I just wish i could have all the sweet overwith, but not to fast so i can enjoy it, but not too slow because i dont want the bitter to have time to set in. Oh life is a symphony, a delicate blend of the flavors of life. I am glad it always turns out fabulous and my worries are wasted thoughts. Only if lifes symphony director would give me just a peak at the score. At least then i would know where to put my energy.....later  ¶ 11:07 PM 3 Comments

  Prophecy So i was right. The day began slow and ended with me wanting to shoot myself rather than return home from the never-ending shop-for-everything-imaginable spree at Fred Myers. You wouldnt think a day of listening to the same woman talk about the Joys of being a Junior Miss Canidate would be exhausting but somehow it was. I think i have an attention disorder. No, those are overdiagnosed, i believe i have a problem comprehending anyone outside of my own head so i introvert my thoughts after approximately 4 minutes of one-way conversation. Most often i am still listening to the other persons speech but not comprehending any of it. Say if someone were to give me a multiple choice test on the subject matter i could pass but in no way would i write an essay. Make sense? Thank goodness it doesnt have to. While zoning out on the woman in the blue suit who, in general, never repeated herself but was so long-winded that it was a miracle i didnt leave earlier, i came upon a thought. How is it that everything has two sides? That all opinions have an opposite and maybe i am brave enough to say that 90% have a corresponding opinion that is just as justified. Its true all the way from what color is better to the sanctity of marriage, from justified governmental power to the right kind of dog food. I wish at times that only one opinion were right. That way there was a supreme and no body had to be so politically correct. I hate how we almost now have freedoms taken away just so peoples feelings arent hurt. Take for instance teachers who dont post grades because its degrading for some students who dont have a high GPA. Dangit if i want to know my grade and compare it to yours, then suck it up and let it be posted. You earned your letter grade and if you are ashmaed of it then get off your butt and fix it, dont make everyone else sacrafice their knowledge for your lack of self-esteem. I think thats what it comes down to. We have to be politically correct because no one has enough self esteem. Most all human beings feel they lack severly in at least one or two areas where indeed they probably excell past the rest of the population. Why then are they so insecure? Why is it ok to flat out lie about a talent you posses or a strength you have but not to lie about stealing something or commiting a crime? Is it because it is an opinion? AN opinion of your value in a certain area or your beauty? After all, beauty is in the eye of the beholder (aka, its straight up opinion talk). dang opinions, i think we should just stick to fact from now on. That way everyone would know there self worth, wear it like a plaque, and i could be as unpolitically correct and no one would care, because they would have no opinion. Ya....
I lied, that would suck. I like being opinionated. What a dumb thought. Later  ¶ 10:58 PM 2 Comments

  que como hacer.. Goodmorning. I slept in this morning for the first time in forever and it will be the last time for along time. But it was awesome. Just a ew comments befor i begin my day......how come even on the days in summer everyone still goes to bed and raises at the same time as winter when there in an obvious 3 more hours of sunlight? Doesnt it seem like that would change something? I suppose i just dont think there are enough hours in the day. There is so much i have to do today and it wont get done. How annoying. Well, instead of complaining i better go do something. Until i become productive, later
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  Todays theme:waves... As i laid with my head on my bag pondering whether or not my precious nap was worth the imprint on my forehead, I was actually able to understnad and relate part of Dr., Hellmans monotone lecture to my life. He was lecturing on our new chapter that is all about waves (electrical waves, sound waves, water waves). Anyhow, he was just asking for a doodle-filled notepad because from then on i have been dreaming about the beach and huge sunami waves.....How it all relates to my life is kind of abstract but work with me here. I have found a new joy in life, driving on hot days at speeds over 40. Today it was just perfect, absolutely fabulous. I was able to turn up the sound, put on my sunglasses, roll down my window and bask in the pure glory of the beautiful day. Waves of wind hit you face, then cool your neck and the sound of it reminds me of the beach. I want to go jump in some waves right now. After school, upon returning home and mixing myself up a nice blended drink, i went outside to enjoy the sun in its direct beauty. Laying in my hammock, with my head resting on a warm, comforting shoulder that smelt like fresh laundry, we swayed back and forth underneath the large leafy tree in my backyard. I could hear the hammock creak, each cord of thread adjusting with each rock, and could feel my stomach drop as it reached the lowest point in its swing. Back and forth we went, feeling a breeze on my back through the openly-woven bed. It too reminded me of laying on a floaty out on the carribean sea.....i need a vacation. must...continue...on.
Schools almost out.
Well i have a performace tomarrow. I have official been demoted and will spend my backstage time in the band room. For all those oblivious to the rankings within the crooked politics of my studio, the band room is used for the kids 12 and under. Obviously i have done something to piss off the head honcho. This should be fun. Till tomarrow, fare well, excercise hard, eat right, and ride the wave. Later  ¶ 9:29 PM 2 Comments

  Anticipation You all will think i have nothing better to do than type on a computer but its not that at all. Actually, i am not going to justify it, i just lvoe to right. All things aside, i just need to binge my feelings on anticipation. I have to get 5 cavities filled tomarrow at the dentist. I dont believe it hurts that bad, i should know i've had a thousand others filled before, its more the anticipation that makes it so horrible. Thinking about the actual shots, disecting the dentists every move, ugh my stomach hurts. I dont think my blended ice latte is settling very well. If you have any words of comfort please comment...later  ¶ 3:09 PM 3 Comments

  My bedroom I think i am in love with myself. Not in a self-obsessed creepy way, but in the way that anything that belongs totally and completely to me, i love. Like my room. I am absolutely in love with my room. To be honest, out of the top 5 things i could miss when i leave for college and take that next step in life, my room is probably way up there. I can control the smell, the sound, the temperature, and the atmosphere. The entire sphere of aroma within that little space is mine. I like it to smell like the wind outside mixed with my lotion and this herb pillow spray that relaxes me. I only let the light come via the sun during the day because the lightbulbs ruin the chi. The window is set perfect to reflect the rays of the sun through the tall pine trees outside as well as some direct light. I like there to be fresh air circulating or else i feel trapped. My music is always on to a slight hum of jazz, 89.1. I dont know why i like it like that. Anytime i take a minute to sit and actually listen to the music i get lost in the artists improvisations and then frustrated because i hear it differently in my head, but as far as background music, it just completes the feel. My walls are deep red. Now some tend to call my room the sex room. On the contrary i take the red as less of a lust symbol and more of a completeness, fullness, and rustic look. Besides, i heard people sleep better in their favorite color. Everything else in the room is just an accent. I cant explain how simply laying in my bed, tired or not, just sets a somber breath upon my chest and lets me exhail any thoughts away. No matter how much energy i once had, all i want to do is relax and enjoy my wonderful life. I cant imagine leaving my room ever. How sad that that day will have to come. This post is depressing because i am at school and now all i want to do is go home and lay in my room. Maybe paint, maybe draw, maybe read, maybe sleep, maybe fight the music, maybe talk to myself, maybe cuddle with my pillow, or maybe just breath and try to control my heart beat. Physics calls. Wish me luck. Later  ¶ 12:11 PM 0 Comments

  Irony and Love Line Irony is something you study in English and occasionally pops up in your conversations with those of a higher educational standard, or at least those who attempt to exalt themselves by using sofisticated language, right? WRONG!! Today could be summed up in the word irony for me. I felt like i was stuck in a novel with a boring but ironic plot. I woke up to a song in my head as always, i swear there is a radio station in my brain and a new song is always on at exactly 6:03 am every morning. Anywho, the song was unidentifiable to me but the lyrics were veyr clear. Then, as soon as i decided that 10 more minutes of sleep and the sacrafice of a good shower was for the betterment of all man kind, my radio alarm sounded once again and it was that song!! Ironic, yes, creepy, even more so. Then i went into my bathroom to wash my face and such when i looked at my hair and wondered if bypassing my shower was sucha good idea because my hair looked slightly oily to me. This got me thinking about body oil ,and whether or not it is really oil and what i t has in common with fossil fuel oil as far as its atomic structure goes (yes i am a nerd). Furthermore i was thinking about its purpose and if our body creates it, it must have a purpose and by washing it out, are we really aiding our hair, or hurting it? And if its such a good thing why is it a sign of uncleanliness? Anyways, as i was thinking about all these random oil thoughts, i tripped over a bottle of baby oil my mom had lost hte week befor. IRONY AGAIN!! So the rest of the morning i was creeped out and when i got in my glorious ride, my '85 toyota camry which i am dubed the "vaca mobile" ()because of its apparent cow theme) i switched on the engine and lo-and-behold, the oil light lit up and flashed in my face. What is it with oil and me? Ok, yea sure, there could have been many more significant events but those few in succession caught me completely by suprise. Then later in the day during 2nd period, Neil and Jennifer and i were avoiding the terror of Mr Whinnery by wondering the halls when i recieved a hard, painful, but joking spank by Mr. Wongizzle. In response to my outburst of pain, he replied that i could hurt him back and bent over to recieve a spanking. Right in the middle of me returning the favor ( really hard and definately causing pain) my boyfriends yonger brother waltzed out of the boys restroom wich just happened to be right in front of me. After a large and awkward silence, i bust into laught at the completely ironic situation and cna still laugh to this minute imagining his face. I think irony is God's gift to me that makes me slow down and realise all the things he has set in succession for me right befor my eyes. Yes divine signs, yes....
Onward and upward to more important topics, i was doing alot of thinking last night. Well actually to be honest, there wasnt much going on inside my head and i jsut wanted to zone out but my cerebral cortex (haha funny verbage) got hte best of me. I was driving home around 10ish when i switched to 94.7 hoping to catch a glimpse of some Bob Marley or Led Zeppelin, both sounded good at the time, when my radio was bombarded with void conversation on a little something called love line. Now i dont live in complete solitude and have heard of love line before, but i was under the impression it was complete trash and quiet frankly, that just made me oh the more curious to listen in. So in a brief amount of time, a young woman by the name of Latisha came on complaining about a mess of infidelities she had caught herself in. I thought this would be a completely stupid conversation but then the man on love line said something that caught me by suprise. He mentioned how so many people attempy to keep relationships alive with those they have been best friends with since they were 3 but really, how realistic is that? The only thing they share in common with you is that you both had to ride the same bus to get to a school you were forced to go to and that you happened to share a lunch table in kindergarden. Now, 15 years later, you become heart broken when an ideal you have made of that person is shattered when you realise you have both grown up from that point and really nothing but memories keeps you together. Interestingly, i have concluded that what love line man said is very wise and close to reality. I have just in much in common with my kindergarden mates personality wise as any man off the street and all i know of them is whatever picture i have made in my head from memories. The moral of Latisha's story was that it was time for her to move on from her friend but i take a different perspective. Maybe some of us need to introduce ourselves to those whom we know the best. Until another episode of love line, later  ¶ 2:46 PM 1 Comments