thirty.three.

i was doing some thinking of sorts here before bed.
my father asked me on our breakfasting where i could see myself in 5 years.
after thinking on it, i realized that i couldn't see myself doing sign language.
sign language is so very time consuming, and in 5 years i could be busy and married, and thinking of starting a family.
so. fall plans are beginning to be the in works.
i must say i'm excited.
just on the edge of my seat.
but also disappointed.
because i really enjoy sign language, but honestly just don't see how it's all going to work out. i was planning on taking off the fall anyhow, because i need my associates before i can get my interpreting certificate. but now... maybe no certificate at all.
sign language just has such interesting people.
especially this lady named veronica.
there's one in every class.
first: candycane.
second: tim
currently: veronica, who is writing a story about a man who is cursed to be a spirit, so he's searching for a new body to be in. first, though, he must find a virgin who is willing to be with him despite his spirit body. meanwhile, his arch enemy is searching for a weapon of magical powers to kill the spirit man, because he himself loves the virgin. also because the spirit man accidentally killed an elder 780 years ago.
forgive the french, but i think there is a need to quote veronica word for word. it's good to note that the following was said without any prompting or questions on what she was scribbling:
"i started writing this story a few years ago. i've tried again and again to throw it away, put it out of my mind, but i just can't seem to do it. i've ripped it up and thrown it out and just put it away in a drawer and tried to forget about it, but each time i do, sooner or later it just comes and sticks itself up my ass again. i'm up all night writing, but i can't figure out what the hell to write about. i've sat for hours trying to figure out what kind of weapon the one guy is going to find. i know it needs to be magical, i just can't decide..."
this rambling continued for at least several minutes nonstop. i was dying.
then her phone rang, and she started talking to her mom in Japanese. it was like some bizarre dream.

also today, i met the infamous peter parker. what an awesome day.

to do:
ask the old ladies from water aerobics for recipes.

not to do:
give up on "persuasion."
[am continuing to be jane austen poser. will seek to destroy such a title.]

-christina

thirty.two.

::a short note on the bracket::

there is something so interesting about the bracket.
i never use it correctly.
i know how it's supposed to be used
as in:
"[Mr. Henry] said that he would love to come to dinner."
Instead of saying "He"
because no one knows who he is.
So you stick him in brackets.
i guess that's one way to use a bracket.

however.

i use brackets in a less traditional way.
perhaps you've noticed.
quite often i use them as parentheses
[because they just look neater.]
sometimes i use them as something different altogether.
i sort of feel that if i put something in brackets
i almost never said it.
it's like a whisper that is written.
it's like a secret
or something i'm too shy/afraid to say aloud
or alone.
so i use my brackets.

the end.

-christina

thirty.one.

1/2watching "Stardust"
1/4 blogging
1/4 facebook stalking
=
multi-tasking genius.
however
i probably will not finish this entry until later
i'll find nothing of real value on facebook
and i'll not be able to tell you the plot of the movie.
one thing at a time?
never.

i'm discovering "A Beautiful Mind" soundtrack recently. so VERY good. today i had a movie moment at college, where i was listening to the music and watching the rain streak down the window in Avante. it felt as if something spectacular was about to happen.
[nothing did]

taking note of the movie: a star just crashed into the trees. the blond promised to marry tristan if he crossed the wall and got the star. bam.

my broha got a new car. jeep patriot. sleek. black. fantastic. guess who got his old car? me. i did. at first i was excited. it's a little toyota corolla with a million miles on it, but it's alright. or i thought it was.
no.
no it's not.
i thought i had the ghetto car before with the busted wind[ow]shield and the minimal heat and the shaking whilst stationary.
no.
this is the ghetto car. wind[ow]shield is intact, but it shakes whilst stationary and moving and all the rest. plus, there is something underneath that rattles uncontrollably between 10 and 45 mph, and then again past 57mph. so awesome.
but.
at least i have a car.
right?

ah! claire danes is in this movie! she was best as Beth in Little Women. so so good.
i like the name claire a lot. every claire i've known i have liked:
claire danes.
claire from my CYT class last fall who was so cute-as-a-button and fun.
claire from LOST.
claire from Elizabethtown who made that stellar map for Orlando.

you know what else is a stellar name?
Davita Hope
a.k.a. my firstborn daughter.

am currently craving yogurt-covered raisins.
am also reflecting on how fat and jolly i will be when pregnant.
am also wondering where on earth cellphone has got to.

i babysat Rachel's children with tai and EB this weekend, and we are all very excited for motherhood now. we equal amazing homemakers when we ruined foolproof cookie mix in a bag and ended up making cookie cake instead of cookies because we added too much milk. however, we are all very good at drawing out naptime for a very long time, and playing Power Rangers vs. monsters [we were always monsters].

am currently craving ice cream that is ironically sitting in freezer.
am excited for date with father in the morning.
am allowing myself a morsel of hope.

-christina

p.s. finished the entry before the movie was finished. did noteworthy things on facebook. have no idea what the crap this movie is about.

thirty.

Today am planning on starting "Persuasion."
am feeling quite confident that i will have it finished before the end of the semester.
that makes 3 books in this semester
which is 3 more than last semester.

"Realize" by Colbie Caillat is better than "Bubbly" by the same.

i ordered an ipod. i did. that's $265 out of my Ireland fund.
but here's my logic:
what would Ireland be with my finicky 2GB mp3 player?
not as rewarding as Ireland with my 80GB ipod!
perhaps my logic is flawed
because i'm pretty sure Ireland would be amazing, ipod or not.
however, am very excited to receive sleek, black ipod on monday morning via Fed Ex.

i'm choreographing Seussical in Kane, and we just had our first rehearsal on Tuesday.
i'm feeling much better about this than i originally was. the kids are great and that's what i just have to remember.
one girl [i'm don't know her name yet] reminds me a lot of my Aunt Noelle.
she's such a sweetheart, and a real trooper.
i think she has spini bifida just like my aunt did, she walks just like her.
she has to use crutches to walk most of the time, but she doesn't play on sympathy. she does everything that everyone else is doing, and a lot of the times with more commitment. in our first dance she didn't complain once, and every time she fell she picked herself back up and laughed a little, saying she was fine.
when we were done learning it, she came over and was talking to me, and she was so laid-back and honest.
it's things like that, kids like her.
so great, and so worth it.

tai is making blueberry muffins and they smell delicious.

have a wonderful spring break, if you're on your spring break like me [woohoo!]. play in the snow, if you will.
i'm going to watch an episode of LOST for real.

-christina

twenty.nine.

[tai took this. it makes me think of george bailey.]
George: You know what the three most exciting sounds in the world are?
Billy: Uh-huh. Breakfast is served; lunch is served, dinner...
George: No, no, no, no! Anchor chains, plane motors, and train whistles.

=]
i like that movie.

oh.
i'd like to go on a train ride.
we'd go down to the city
when it's warmer.
it'd be you and i.
[you'd have to come
i'm not allowed to go alone.]
on the train we'd talk.
or maybe not.
we could listen to music
and grin at each other for our favorite songs.
i'd make fun of the way you can't sit still for too long.
on our walk we'd talk.
we'd walk all the way to the water.
it's still chilly
so i'll put my sweatshirt on
and wear the hood.
we'll discuss the possibility of getting a boat
and rowing to the other side of the lake.
[but really, we're all talk]
we'll roll up our jeans
and dip our feet in the water
but then kind of regret it, because it's coooold.
you'll make fun of my toes
but i won't mind
because i know you don't mind.
then we'll walk again.
discuss somewhere to eat.
window shop.
hit up some music shops.
stop and listen to the saxophone player.
hit up a resale shop.
the lights start coming on
and we notice it's getting dark.
we head back to the train station.
you get arby's
but i get taco bell.
we'll take the train home.
discuss coming back down at 4 in the morning
to watch the sun rise in the city.
[but really, we're all talk]

-christina

twenty.eight.

So pass me by, I'll be fine
Just give me time

Too many books
Read me your favorite line

oh, i love it when music just clicks.
damien rice is just clicking recently.
tonight, while driving home... so good.
if ever i wrote an autobiography, i think i could divide my life into music artists i liked at different times.
when i was younger it was mo-town, and oldies my parents listened to.
it's changed a lot. i can't even remember many of them.
kelly clarkson, haha. that was one.
martina mcbride.
steven curtis chapman was a big obsession. mostly because my friend liked him.
the walk to remember soundtrack was big too.
back in the day those obsessions would last a long while.
now i could chronicle months with an artist.
August: Ben Kweller/Coldplay
October: Pride and Prejudice soundtrack
January: Once soundtrack
March: Damien Rice

today [since it's past midnight] is my sister's birthday.
happy birthday, lovely girl.
[she doesn't ever read this, but i'll say it just the same.]

my english class is a joke.
i'm disappointed.
we spent an hour and a half today in class going over how to write a paper.
pardon me.
i thought i learned this in english 101.
thank you english 102 for challenging me in new ways
and requiring me to fill out a thesis handout.
[i'm pretty sure i can build a thesis.]
he also had to go over the different between quotation marks and parentheses.
...
what???
i hope you're laughing. in disbelief. but it's the truth.

rachel showed me this song "Meadowlark" by Sarah Brightman, and i lovelove it. if i ever was in a show again [maybe this august, don't poke fun] then i would sing this song for an audition. except not so operatic. even though my opera is top notch.

oh, it's getting late. i didn't plan to be up so late. it's been a long day.
i wish you a good night's rest.

and that you find songs that click.

-christina

p.s. posting is being a poop. i'll fix the font soon.

twenty.seven.

exhausted....
i am so exhausted.
i feel like this exhaustion will never end.
[until thursday. it's tai's birthday and as a gift we are sleeping in until noon]

i'm a poser.
i'm a jane austen poser.
whenever someone mentions jane austen i cry wholeheartedly:
"i love jane austen!"
as if i've read and reread every book.
the truth is i'm not sure i've ever finished one.
i've gotten most of the way through two of them,
and part of the way through two more.

today hannah reminded me how much i love shakespeare's sonnets.

i should be working on a paper for English 102.
oh poop.
i will do that now.
have a merry evening.
the stars were so so lovely tonight.

-christina