Tonight I am actually fulfilling the title of this blog. I have tea. I am feeling whimsical. It's a lovely combination. I feel a longish entry coming on, perhaps. Brace thyself.
I kind of wanted to start this entry off with something about the goose call I heard outside... something that might slightly resemble a facebook status. "Christina is feeling like the lonely call of a wild goose."
Not necessarily because that's how I'm really feeling, I just like how it sounds. I think I tend to do that, write or say something because I think it sounds nice. I wish I wouldn't, because looking back it's very melodramatic, drama queen diva writer. You know? So I will try to refrain.
Although tonight, that feels true, actually. Still. I will refrain. I will stick with my current facebook status that is recurrent, a title to a Coldplay song that Mansoonie so kindly introduced to me. "Swallowed in the Sea." It's nice.
That goose call was really really beautiful though. I wish you could have heard it. I just love fall so very much. It's such a wonderful time to be alive.
I think it's funny the habits that people get into. Something like sleeping, for instance. In the summertime I sleep a certain way, and then as it gets colder I switch because our house is frigid, and the tighter my body is curled, the better. However, I always lay on my right side whilst reflecting/praying/stressing and then switch to my left when it's time to sleep. Always. I always go to the same bathroom at Harper, even if another one is closer. I always go to the same water fountains, even though one of them is really awful. I think I always put my left shoe on first. Every morning I let my dog out and then go to the bathroom and then feed my dog and then step outside to check the weather.
There was a man eating crackers at Harper yesterday. He ate his crackers in a very specific, unique way. Imagine, if you will, how a squirrel eats. It's got those cute little paws, stuffs a cracker into its mouth, and then slowly chews it down until it's all gone. Now imagine a grown man eating a cracker like that, except no paws. No hands. Just puts this [rather large] cracker in his mouth, lets it sit there as he reads or writes, and slowly chews it down until it's all gone. I watched him eat six crackers that way. I counted. It was just... really interesting.
You cut me down a tree
And brought it back to me
And that's what made me see
Where I was going wrong
In Lit class we are talking about the Victorian era, and how important it was for them to know how they were being represented, and how they were representing themselves. It's interesting to look at how different author's literature influenced the way that society was viewed, the way we view their society. It makes me wonder how literature today would affect the view of our society in the future. What if someone read something I wrote and based their view of life in 2007 on that? What would they say? What would be defining characteristics of this culture in literature? Literature changed a lot in England with the rise of industrialization, that's why all the novels are a bajillion pages, like David Copperfield, because suddenly it was so much easier to print things cheaply. How about the internet, how does that affect literature today?
I am a nerd. I like school. I like Lit class. And I really love Sign Language classes. I just go in and smile, it's so fantastic. I've got expressive exam #3 on Monday. I can now ask you to go to the store and buy me some cigarettes in ASL. I've come a long way.
There are some lovely flowers sitting in front of me. I think I can smell them.
Adam Lambert can really just... belt out a song. I mean, honestly....
And I could write it down
And spread it all around
Get lost and then get found
And you'll come back to me
Not swallowed in the sea
And I could write a song
A hundred miles long
Well that's where I belong
And you belong with me
-Christina
10.26.2007
10.23.2007
seven
my my. look at the time. but i'm too awake to go to bed just yet. i've just been working tirelessly on a paper for my lit class. this paper had better turn out alright. i'm proud to say i am not using a single internet source, a very difficult thing. i'm using 4 book sources, and books have such a wealth of information, it's very difficult to get through it all.
today was a bit of a stressful day. i'm talking near breakdown material. i had so much homework left over from the weekend [two parties to attend/throw], and when i'm stressed i get emotional, and when i get emotional i start second guessing myself on very very simple things, making them oh-so-complex. honestly...
my evening looked up a bit, safe at home. at this point i know i can make it through tomorrow, and that is all i really need to worry about. i needn't worry myself about the next two weeks, there is absolutely nothing i can do about them now.
transitions, i loathe you so terribly. loathe with utter loathing.
the "coffehouse" radio station has goood songs on it. my kind of songs.
my lit teacher reminds me a bit of my father. he wears a black t-shirt and tucks it into his jeans and takes long pauses in the middle of a sentence. one difference i can think of is his catch phrase is "ok?" in a quiet, careful kind of way, while my dad's is "you understand what i'm saying?" they both basically mean the same thing, though.
i like turtlenecks.
happy birthday dearest mummsie.
-christina
how can i tell you i love you, i love you. but i can't think of the right words to say. wherever i am, i'm always walking with you, but i look and you're not there.
today was a bit of a stressful day. i'm talking near breakdown material. i had so much homework left over from the weekend [two parties to attend/throw], and when i'm stressed i get emotional, and when i get emotional i start second guessing myself on very very simple things, making them oh-so-complex. honestly...
my evening looked up a bit, safe at home. at this point i know i can make it through tomorrow, and that is all i really need to worry about. i needn't worry myself about the next two weeks, there is absolutely nothing i can do about them now.
transitions, i loathe you so terribly. loathe with utter loathing.
the "coffehouse" radio station has goood songs on it. my kind of songs.
my lit teacher reminds me a bit of my father. he wears a black t-shirt and tucks it into his jeans and takes long pauses in the middle of a sentence. one difference i can think of is his catch phrase is "ok?" in a quiet, careful kind of way, while my dad's is "you understand what i'm saying?" they both basically mean the same thing, though.
i like turtlenecks.
happy birthday dearest mummsie.
-christina
how can i tell you i love you, i love you. but i can't think of the right words to say. wherever i am, i'm always walking with you, but i look and you're not there.
10.15.2007
six
Lit class was canceled, so i have some time. time is nice.
i went down to the city last week and the week before. i really love the city. i love visiting, anyhow. i don't know if i could live there for more than a few years, but visiting it so amazing. it's such an exciting place, so much going on at any given moment.
the first time i went down it was just my dad and i. we went to the art museum first for a project for my art class. it was either go with my dad or go with creepy kyle from class who so kindly offered to escort me. in this case, the choice is clear. plus, who better to go with than the man who's been there a hundred times and knows everything about every work of art there?
with some of the art, it was as if i was seeing it for the first time. i think it was because my outlook was totally different. i wasn't going because i was forced to go with my dad and an art class that i may or not have been in. i was going... well, because of my assignment, but i also went with the idea of learning something, seeing something specific. it was actually a really great time. best time i've had at the art institute, i think.
after the art institute we bummed around a bit, saw the bean, the large faces on those water things [both things i have never seen before. we always go straight from the train station to the art institute, or to the theater. nowhere else.], and then went and relaxed at argo tea with some quiche. the quiche at argo tea is to die for, soooo good.
two empty plates and tea cups later we took the red line down to Belmont, to visit some of my dad's past haunts. crazy place. crazy times. sweeet resale shop. sad, sad people.
one more stop at argo tea, and then we took the train home with some cubbies fans who were drowning their sorrows about the loss in extravagant amounts of liquor. the man in front of us actually had his diploma handed to him by george bush senior, and went to a little cocktail luncheon with bill clinton. he also helped found willow creek church. honestly, what a guy.
the second time to the city was to see "The Crucible" at Steppenwolf. i've never been to the area in which Steppenwolf is located, and it's a really nice area. we stopped by Border's first, and Laaren Hunnie and i gazed longingly at a book of Ireland.
"The Crucible" was fantastic and remarkable. i really, really enjoyed it. it was so neat too, because the show we attended had interpreters for the Deaf community there. i went up afterwards and asked them a few questions about how they got started and all that. so interesting. interpreting for theatre is the neatest thing.
"the city's changing, cuz we're changing, and we're all in this together..."
i'm thinking of changing how i write my 2's, because at this point they are a bit hard to distinguish.
when i was younger i used to turn on a Celine Dion tape [it was a tape, then] and listen to her sing, and then close my eyes and mouth the words and try as hard as i could to imagine that it was her voice coming out of my mouth.
playing the piano can be very frustrating. i know what i need to do, i know how to move my hands and fingers, i know the notes that i see. but somehow along the way from my brain to my fingers there is a hiccup. why can't i just look and see and then play perfectly?
i think that is one reason why drawing would frustrate me when i was younger. i would see the tree/hand/foot/face/glass/apple in front of me, and i knew what it looked like, i knew how to make lines of various length and shade, but for some reason my hand would not do what i knew it needed to do. my dad would tell me that i wasn't really seeing the object, but thinking of what it looked like. i had to forget my perception of the object itself in order to draw it.
anyhow, i should go. i've got a theatre exam coming up that i did indeed study for, but i probably could use a little refreshing.
-christina
i went down to the city last week and the week before. i really love the city. i love visiting, anyhow. i don't know if i could live there for more than a few years, but visiting it so amazing. it's such an exciting place, so much going on at any given moment.
the first time i went down it was just my dad and i. we went to the art museum first for a project for my art class. it was either go with my dad or go with creepy kyle from class who so kindly offered to escort me. in this case, the choice is clear. plus, who better to go with than the man who's been there a hundred times and knows everything about every work of art there?
with some of the art, it was as if i was seeing it for the first time. i think it was because my outlook was totally different. i wasn't going because i was forced to go with my dad and an art class that i may or not have been in. i was going... well, because of my assignment, but i also went with the idea of learning something, seeing something specific. it was actually a really great time. best time i've had at the art institute, i think.
after the art institute we bummed around a bit, saw the bean, the large faces on those water things [both things i have never seen before. we always go straight from the train station to the art institute, or to the theater. nowhere else.], and then went and relaxed at argo tea with some quiche. the quiche at argo tea is to die for, soooo good.
two empty plates and tea cups later we took the red line down to Belmont, to visit some of my dad's past haunts. crazy place. crazy times. sweeet resale shop. sad, sad people.
one more stop at argo tea, and then we took the train home with some cubbies fans who were drowning their sorrows about the loss in extravagant amounts of liquor. the man in front of us actually had his diploma handed to him by george bush senior, and went to a little cocktail luncheon with bill clinton. he also helped found willow creek church. honestly, what a guy.
the second time to the city was to see "The Crucible" at Steppenwolf. i've never been to the area in which Steppenwolf is located, and it's a really nice area. we stopped by Border's first, and Laaren Hunnie and i gazed longingly at a book of Ireland.
"The Crucible" was fantastic and remarkable. i really, really enjoyed it. it was so neat too, because the show we attended had interpreters for the Deaf community there. i went up afterwards and asked them a few questions about how they got started and all that. so interesting. interpreting for theatre is the neatest thing.
"the city's changing, cuz we're changing, and we're all in this together..."
i'm thinking of changing how i write my 2's, because at this point they are a bit hard to distinguish.
when i was younger i used to turn on a Celine Dion tape [it was a tape, then] and listen to her sing, and then close my eyes and mouth the words and try as hard as i could to imagine that it was her voice coming out of my mouth.
playing the piano can be very frustrating. i know what i need to do, i know how to move my hands and fingers, i know the notes that i see. but somehow along the way from my brain to my fingers there is a hiccup. why can't i just look and see and then play perfectly?
i think that is one reason why drawing would frustrate me when i was younger. i would see the tree/hand/foot/face/glass/apple in front of me, and i knew what it looked like, i knew how to make lines of various length and shade, but for some reason my hand would not do what i knew it needed to do. my dad would tell me that i wasn't really seeing the object, but thinking of what it looked like. i had to forget my perception of the object itself in order to draw it.
anyhow, i should go. i've got a theatre exam coming up that i did indeed study for, but i probably could use a little refreshing.
-christina
10.05.2007
and a half
[too short. i don't quite count it as an entry.]
i saw a leaf bug today. the really interesting thing about leaf bugs is that they have leaves for wings. i mean, birds have feathers, and butterflies have...y'know... wing things. but these bugs actually fly away on leaves. i think that i might like to have a pair of red leaf wings. yes.
i don't know why i ever try and paint my [finger]nails. it never, ever works out right.
-Christina
p.s. am very vexed at lack of computer response. nothing works anymore. while i can look at facebook, it is impossible to respond/change status here at our house.
wretched thing.
i saw a leaf bug today. the really interesting thing about leaf bugs is that they have leaves for wings. i mean, birds have feathers, and butterflies have...y'know... wing things. but these bugs actually fly away on leaves. i think that i might like to have a pair of red leaf wings. yes.
i don't know why i ever try and paint my [finger]nails. it never, ever works out right.
-Christina
p.s. am very vexed at lack of computer response. nothing works anymore. while i can look at facebook, it is impossible to respond/change status here at our house.
wretched thing.
10.03.2007
five
just a few minutes until intro to theatre. i've eaten my tuna fish and half a bag of Dorito's, and i have several moments to spare.
it started out as a terrible day with a late start and a missing piece to my fingerspelling homework assignement, but by 10:05 things were looking up with a full tank of gas and a number of good songs with Eric and Kathy in the morning. You know what song is never on the radio? "Yellow." But today it made a much needed appearance just as we were pulling into the Harper parking lot.
this weekend looks busy. i have a paper due on monday for Lit that he just assigned today [and i really dislike explications]. i have a friday that looks like a friday might look like, save for a detail or two. saturday looks like a city visit with my pappy, and sunday is a deaf church service. Tomorrow looks bright and shining, complete with a tea party and etiquette lesson with 22 little girls.
these days my dog Kanoa and I are equally excited to go walking. have you been out? lovely breezes and smells, and wonderful crunchy leaves to stomp on.
it's getting close. i had something to say, but i'll leave it for later.
it started out as a terrible day with a late start and a missing piece to my fingerspelling homework assignement, but by 10:05 things were looking up with a full tank of gas and a number of good songs with Eric and Kathy in the morning. You know what song is never on the radio? "Yellow." But today it made a much needed appearance just as we were pulling into the Harper parking lot.
this weekend looks busy. i have a paper due on monday for Lit that he just assigned today [and i really dislike explications]. i have a friday that looks like a friday might look like, save for a detail or two. saturday looks like a city visit with my pappy, and sunday is a deaf church service. Tomorrow looks bright and shining, complete with a tea party and etiquette lesson with 22 little girls.
these days my dog Kanoa and I are equally excited to go walking. have you been out? lovely breezes and smells, and wonderful crunchy leaves to stomp on.
it's getting close. i had something to say, but i'll leave it for later.
-Christina
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