Greetings from Hendersonville Kmart's newest associate! I shall be whiling away my weekends in pursuit of additional funds to increase my net worth and perhaps the allowance of a new(ish) car. My employment has already been compared to prostitution, Kyle being my pimp and sending me out to work at the Kmart! It's apt.
I get to add on to my already extensive resume (it's hard keeping it down to one page!), where retail will join the ranks of food industry, hr and payroll, soccer refereeing, and a myriad of office jobs. I remember when babysitting and refereeing were my only previous employments!
And I get to look forward to a post-21st birthday vacation with Kyle in which we will laze and drink and eat and sun and swim.
Perhaps I'll have a life of my own again, in which I'm not laboring my hours away for money or excellelent grades...maybe.
Love!
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Wednesday Serenade
We all know that No Doubt rocks. Which is why I am so saddened that tickets cost a ginormous $80 for their up-coming tour. Or perhaps I'm only saddened by my thriftiness that can't stand to spend that much on a ticket...?
Anywho, to honor one all the all time best bands (imho), todays Wednesday Serenade is Hey Baby by No Doubt!
Anywho, to honor one all the all time best bands (imho), todays Wednesday Serenade is Hey Baby by No Doubt!
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Wednesday Serenade
I do apologize for missing my serenade last week. There is no excuse at all!
I forget the first time I heard Damien Rice. But I know it was either Volcano or the Blowers Daughter and I just loved it. Since then I've happily sung, cried, comtemplated, been soothed by many of his songs. So many of his songs mean so much to me, since they tend to be really emotive and take me back to where I was or what was going on when I was listening to them.
Anyway, Cannonball is on my top 6, which also includes Sleep Don't Weep, Volcano, The Blowers Daughter, Rootless Tree, and Me, My Yoke and I.
I forget the first time I heard Damien Rice. But I know it was either Volcano or the Blowers Daughter and I just loved it. Since then I've happily sung, cried, comtemplated, been soothed by many of his songs. So many of his songs mean so much to me, since they tend to be really emotive and take me back to where I was or what was going on when I was listening to them.
Anyway, Cannonball is on my top 6, which also includes Sleep Don't Weep, Volcano, The Blowers Daughter, Rootless Tree, and Me, My Yoke and I.
Monday, April 20, 2009
quickie post
I was frantically trying to think of a clever name to call my quickie post, but have come up with nill. Bother!
It's back to school for Laura today. The only consulations are that in 2 and 1/2 weeks it will be over, and that I'll get to see Kendall and we'll scheme like crazy in our dark computer lap.
I just realized I loaned my camera to my sister sans memory card. Hse won't be too pleased at that. But it was an accident, I promise!
Kyle and I had a great weekend, and I already miss the laziness that so often rules our Saturdays and Sundays.
Akaisha and I had a splendid time in Asheville on Sat night. Weather=perfect. Lots of good drink (of the coffee, juice and tea types), and tons of walking around, beautiful scenes, and a HUGE rosemary plant that I want to kidnap.
Well, I'm off to try and get photos printed so that I'll actually make the art show deadline!
Happy spring!
It's back to school for Laura today. The only consulations are that in 2 and 1/2 weeks it will be over, and that I'll get to see Kendall and we'll scheme like crazy in our dark computer lap.
I just realized I loaned my camera to my sister sans memory card. Hse won't be too pleased at that. But it was an accident, I promise!
Kyle and I had a great weekend, and I already miss the laziness that so often rules our Saturdays and Sundays.
Akaisha and I had a splendid time in Asheville on Sat night. Weather=perfect. Lots of good drink (of the coffee, juice and tea types), and tons of walking around, beautiful scenes, and a HUGE rosemary plant that I want to kidnap.
Well, I'm off to try and get photos printed so that I'll actually make the art show deadline!
Happy spring!
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
fan and fic
It's another dreary, rainy day here in the spring mountains of western North Carolina. But last night I braved the drizzle and made a library raid. My selection was indeed strange: Wobegon Boy and Lake Wobegon Summer 1956, both by Garrison Keillor (whom I share a birthday with!), Wildwood Dancing by Juliet Marillier (which I read in whole last night), The Ladies of Grace Adieu: and other stories by Susanna Clake, and The Crown Rose by Fiona Avery.
So I have a mixture of fantasy and I guess it would be called good ol' plain Americana fiction.
Anyway, my evening was lovely, snacking and reading and feeling a little bit mystical. The weather aided that magic feeling, adding mist and sparkle to the view from my window.
I've missed reading for hours on end.
And if the weather stays rainy rainy, hours more I shall spend reading! Yay!
So I have a mixture of fantasy and I guess it would be called good ol' plain Americana fiction.
Anyway, my evening was lovely, snacking and reading and feeling a little bit mystical. The weather aided that magic feeling, adding mist and sparkle to the view from my window.
I've missed reading for hours on end.
And if the weather stays rainy rainy, hours more I shall spend reading! Yay!
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Distraction, thou art a monster.
i don't know what it is...but i dont think i cry enough.
my spirit is a very odd thing--it's no problem for me to outwardly show those that i am closest to that i am not a happy girl for whatever reason, but when something heart-rending is ripping about my insides and sinking my heart, i do everything in my power to self-contain the torrent of painful emotion. perhaps my outlet is only dependent on the weight of whatever issue. something petty is easy to reveal, whereas the heaviest of sorrows are too entwined with the essence of Laura to let go. or perhaps i'm too tired to meet it and work through the emotional maze, so it's easier to mount my steed Distraction and flee.
Distraction is exhausting however. i feel the stress in the corners of my mouth right now. even this, writing about it, is distraction.
my spirit is a very odd thing--it's no problem for me to outwardly show those that i am closest to that i am not a happy girl for whatever reason, but when something heart-rending is ripping about my insides and sinking my heart, i do everything in my power to self-contain the torrent of painful emotion. perhaps my outlet is only dependent on the weight of whatever issue. something petty is easy to reveal, whereas the heaviest of sorrows are too entwined with the essence of Laura to let go. or perhaps i'm too tired to meet it and work through the emotional maze, so it's easier to mount my steed Distraction and flee.
Distraction is exhausting however. i feel the stress in the corners of my mouth right now. even this, writing about it, is distraction.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Wednesday Serenade
Todays Serenade is Such Great Heights by The Postal Service. I loved the song the first time I heard it, and my adoration was so deep that I even semi-mastered the art of playing it on the guitar. I played it (using Winamp, the guitar mastery has since long dissipated), and was reminded again how much I love this song. SO here it is, for you!
The rest of the album is pretty fantastic too. ;-)
The rest of the album is pretty fantastic too. ;-)
Friday, April 3, 2009
My head goes kinda crazy sometimes
Strange how mindsets and futuristic visions evolve and adapt based on each moment of experience and choice.
Perhaps I'm more aware of stepping outside of the lines, so to speak, since I was raised in an environment where there were more defined lines of what you're "supposed" to do.
It was an ideal that you grow up, find a nice boy, marry, have kids, and then raise them conservatively. You don't smoke, drink, or listen to rock n' roll, you probably don't dance. This ideal was even more compounded by my church.
I never accepted it, being a little rebellious crazy kid from about the age of 5 and on. Perhaps it was being an oldest child thing, or just my strange little personality asserting itself. Still, that accepted ideal of what path my life should take, more or less, was there in the back of my head, some elusive blueprint of "that it should be like."
So I gradually made definite choices to follow my own heart and define the beliefs that guided me. Despite the exhausting friction between parents and oldest child, despite almost controlling concern and judgement, despite being told I was wrong...maybe not despite, but because, I grew and thought and decided and walked my path. Happily, I've ended up secure, optimistic, and tolerant. I know that's a blessing.
No one ever finds the ideal they thought they would. Instead we adapt and often stumble across what our hearts truly desire.
Then we look back on that once perfect dream of how our existence would play out, and it's something so foreign and ridiculous.
I wouldn't trade my life today or who I am to have that childhood ideal guaranteed to me. I'm ridiculously happy and at peace, and more well-rounded than many people are. I'm happy in my little life that contains a boy named Kyle, hikes, philosophy, beer and wine, books, music of all types, a cussword here and there, education, and my personal reverence for my God. And as long as my soul is happy and peaceful, I'll stay just how I am!
Perhaps I'm more aware of stepping outside of the lines, so to speak, since I was raised in an environment where there were more defined lines of what you're "supposed" to do.
It was an ideal that you grow up, find a nice boy, marry, have kids, and then raise them conservatively. You don't smoke, drink, or listen to rock n' roll, you probably don't dance. This ideal was even more compounded by my church.
I never accepted it, being a little rebellious crazy kid from about the age of 5 and on. Perhaps it was being an oldest child thing, or just my strange little personality asserting itself. Still, that accepted ideal of what path my life should take, more or less, was there in the back of my head, some elusive blueprint of "that it should be like."
So I gradually made definite choices to follow my own heart and define the beliefs that guided me. Despite the exhausting friction between parents and oldest child, despite almost controlling concern and judgement, despite being told I was wrong...maybe not despite, but because, I grew and thought and decided and walked my path. Happily, I've ended up secure, optimistic, and tolerant. I know that's a blessing.
No one ever finds the ideal they thought they would. Instead we adapt and often stumble across what our hearts truly desire.
Then we look back on that once perfect dream of how our existence would play out, and it's something so foreign and ridiculous.
I wouldn't trade my life today or who I am to have that childhood ideal guaranteed to me. I'm ridiculously happy and at peace, and more well-rounded than many people are. I'm happy in my little life that contains a boy named Kyle, hikes, philosophy, beer and wine, books, music of all types, a cussword here and there, education, and my personal reverence for my God. And as long as my soul is happy and peaceful, I'll stay just how I am!
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Wednesday Serenade
Last Wednesday I heard "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" by the oh-so-fab Cyndi Lauper. I immediately texted a piece of the lyrics to Akaisha. Then, my idea was born. To attempt some sort of regularity, each Wednesday I'll post a song or something, and serenade you, all my lovely readers! If it does nothing more than amuse or offer a taste of my music preferences, then my heart is happy.
So, here, for you viewing and listening entertainment, is Ready for the Floor, but Hot Chip!
So, here, for you viewing and listening entertainment, is Ready for the Floor, but Hot Chip!
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