I guess it's about time to update on my life since summer ended.
My class schedule is a little awkward. I have 2 classes that are once a week, 2 classes that are twice a week, and i'm auditing one class. Now, one of my once a week classes is a performance art lab. I'm most excited about this class. It's a compilation of 5 workshops and we're required to take 3 of the workshops. We can take more for extra credit. But here's why that might be stupid for someone with a full schedule like me. Basically, each workshop is a week long, some longer than others, some shorter. Each workshop is differenet, theater, acting for the camera, site specific dance, poetry, and solo performance. Ater the week of workshops is over, there's a performance. So you're basically at school for a week from 5-10 workshopping and getting ready for a performance. I'm doing the poetry, dance, and theater... I really want to do acting for the camera (being into movies and all, I thought it'd be pretty appropriate) and there may be a chance that i'll be doing it.
So that's that.
I'm going to be working 20 hours a week. Crazy? I know. So 5 classes, 20 hours, and 3 or 4 performances? SWEET JESUS! who gave me permission to make my own schedule?
The upside to all of this is that i'm gonna be in tip top shape by the end of the year. Or rather, school year. I've moved a few blocks away from school now and so i'm riding my bike every day. It might get hard when i'm staying at school till 10pm or so. But I am definitely having fun with it. My quads hurt so bad. I can't wait till the temperature goes down too. Riding in the heat is ridiculously draining. I mean, the amount that I sweat everyday could probably hydrate the saltan sea back to it's original water level. Seeing as it's on it's way to complete evaporation soon, I bet if I bottled my sweat I could help with some kind ecological miracle. Like... the migrating of birds or well... the creation of new salt loving bacteria.
I don't know where im going with that.
Anywho, my roomies are awesome, we have fun. I'm going to buy the rest of my furniture this weekend and i'm stoked about it. I haven't fully unpacked yet. I have a few boxes in the garage still. I still have yet to name my bike. It's read and soon to be pimped out with grocery baskets. I was thinking of meryl or julliette. Or maybe something french? Like Vianne? I don't know. I figure I should name it after someone i'm into. At the moment i'm loving Meryl Streep and Juliette Binoche. And Chocolat! I would name it Johnny Depp but I think it would be inappropriate to be riding a male bicycle. Don't you think? "I'm gonna go ride johnny!" ... yeah, definitely no bueno.
Anyways, more later I guess. I had fun writing this blog. =)
8.20.2008
8.19.2008
Update on Vacay
Only 3 more days of vacation left. I'm bummed but I'm sotked that I get to go to sedona tomorrow. My mom and I got a free jeep tour. Sweet ain't it? Anything free is just divine. I haven't been online because during one of the thunderstorms, lightning hit something and I don't get internet. Funny how that happened. School starts in less than a week.
Yesterday we went to the petrified forest and met an aussie and a new zealander from London who were on a road trip on Route 66 together. They were so nice. Got their contact info so when I do go to either London, Australia, or New Zealand, i'll have place to stay or even just people to show me around. I also got a vocab lesson. Looks like Brisbane is is pronounces bris-ban like.. bun in the oven.. bris-bun. Yeah. They say they'll tease me if I say brisbane... like your so vain...bain... yeah. Or I could just call it brissy... like... "where abouts in brissy are you from?" haha... I think i'll be teased anyways. Trying to be Australian. Hah.
My mom said that she meets people like Tamara and Nicollette and she thinks she raised me in some kind of bubble. But I think that there are so many other people who have grown up in much more of a bubble than I have. I am not a bubble person. Hence the many road trips.
Anywho... i'm off. Mom needs some of this computer action. More pictures and videos to come later when I get internet.
Yesterday we went to the petrified forest and met an aussie and a new zealander from London who were on a road trip on Route 66 together. They were so nice. Got their contact info so when I do go to either London, Australia, or New Zealand, i'll have place to stay or even just people to show me around. I also got a vocab lesson. Looks like Brisbane is is pronounces bris-ban like.. bun in the oven.. bris-bun. Yeah. They say they'll tease me if I say brisbane... like your so vain...bain... yeah. Or I could just call it brissy... like... "where abouts in brissy are you from?" haha... I think i'll be teased anyways. Trying to be Australian. Hah.
My mom said that she meets people like Tamara and Nicollette and she thinks she raised me in some kind of bubble. But I think that there are so many other people who have grown up in much more of a bubble than I have. I am not a bubble person. Hence the many road trips.
Anywho... i'm off. Mom needs some of this computer action. More pictures and videos to come later when I get internet.
8.14.2008
Sipping on some wine, Writing this blog
We underestimated the trip to our destination. We underestimated by about 4 hours. It took us 12 hours on the road. We got lost twice. And we hit rain and thunderstorms.
We stopped in Prescott, Sedona, and Flagstaff. All those places are fantastic. If you haven't been, then you should go. At the moment, we're spending our weeks worth of vacation in Pinetop, AZ. Feels a lot like hume. We're in the mountains 7000 ft high and listening to far off thunder knowing it's coming our way. We're taking a trip to Albuquerque probably on saturday abd we also want to see the petrified forest. Funny isn't that? Petrified forest. reminds me of Harry Potter. Maybe the forest looked into a mirror or a camera and saw the snake... i'm weird, i know.
The music that soundtrack'ed yesterday made me cry. We were climbing the hill to Jerome on the way to Sedona and there were trees and just these scenic views everywhere. The colors were changing and we were riding on this winding road. I put in Damien Rice and listened to Cannonball and I started to tear.
"Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannonball"
And it got me thinking about the irony of life. There are people, places, and things that teach the opposite of what they are. It takes a road trip to realize how much of a bubble i've been living in. Damien rice is so right. So So Right.
But anyways, I'm in love with his O album right now. Amazing.
Till next time. =)
8.13.2008
8.05.2008
8.04.2008
sometimes you just have to complain
I am so thankful for our new house. I love my new room and I'm still getting used to the house being my "home" and I'm still getting used to have 3 girls as roommates, but I think it'll just come in time.
BUT LET ME JUST SAY.... that this has been an insane move. My brain is exploding just htinking about the madness.
1.) The move in date was pushed back... back... back.....ba...ck. It just kept going and going and going. So I finally moved in saturday. But because the painters were still painting, I had to move in saturday night. We had all day but it has to be night time. And we couldn't touch the doors or anything white.
2.) The electricity was still being figured out. So on saturday we were moving in the dark. My mom was there all day friday and saturday. And she had expected to only stay for a little while saturday and that was it.
3.) My bed was put back together wrong so my uncle had to come back and fix it for me. IN THE DARK.
4.) The bathtubs were still drying because they were completely repainted and re-whatever it is they had to do. So I finally got to take a shower last night and when I went to go turn the water on, the whole faucet fell off. So I had to wait another 2 hours to get that fixed. But what's another 2 hours when you been sitting in the same sweat for 2 days.
5.) Our fridge stopped cooling last night. Weird? I know. So the 3 of us pushed the fridge into the middle of the kitchen where the plug works and that's where it's going to stay... for now. So we can't unpack any of the kitchen stuff because we have no room to unpack it in.
I think that's about it for my complaining. I'm not really bitter about the situation. I love the place. It's awesome. I'm just really really really tired and cranky and I just want to be able to enjoy the space I have. this whole experience of having 3 roommates is totally new to me. I'm just gonna have to get used to it. I'm sort of getting a double whamy. New place, new roomies. But it's nice that they understand that.
Hopefully they like me and we will have a great time!
-Me.
BUT LET ME JUST SAY.... that this has been an insane move. My brain is exploding just htinking about the madness.
1.) The move in date was pushed back... back... back.....ba...ck. It just kept going and going and going. So I finally moved in saturday. But because the painters were still painting, I had to move in saturday night. We had all day but it has to be night time. And we couldn't touch the doors or anything white.
2.) The electricity was still being figured out. So on saturday we were moving in the dark. My mom was there all day friday and saturday. And she had expected to only stay for a little while saturday and that was it.
3.) My bed was put back together wrong so my uncle had to come back and fix it for me. IN THE DARK.
4.) The bathtubs were still drying because they were completely repainted and re-whatever it is they had to do. So I finally got to take a shower last night and when I went to go turn the water on, the whole faucet fell off. So I had to wait another 2 hours to get that fixed. But what's another 2 hours when you been sitting in the same sweat for 2 days.
5.) Our fridge stopped cooling last night. Weird? I know. So the 3 of us pushed the fridge into the middle of the kitchen where the plug works and that's where it's going to stay... for now. So we can't unpack any of the kitchen stuff because we have no room to unpack it in.
I think that's about it for my complaining. I'm not really bitter about the situation. I love the place. It's awesome. I'm just really really really tired and cranky and I just want to be able to enjoy the space I have. this whole experience of having 3 roommates is totally new to me. I'm just gonna have to get used to it. I'm sort of getting a double whamy. New place, new roomies. But it's nice that they understand that.
Hopefully they like me and we will have a great time!
-Me.
8.03.2008
7.29.2008
The earth moved. I didn't.
In October 1987 there was an earthquake. My mom was pregnant with me and I was scheduled to pop out on the 5th. Till this day I am convinced it was the earthquake that made me 20 days late. I was born on the 25th instead of the 5th.
I don't like earthquakes. I have weird queezy feelings. I don't like natural disasters at all. They scare the buh-JESUS out of me.
ugh...
I don't like earthquakes. I have weird queezy feelings. I don't like natural disasters at all. They scare the buh-JESUS out of me.
ugh...
7.28.2008
7.25.2008
Lay it on me. I'll dry off later.
I've been flooded with a lot of thoughts and feelings lately and I guess they're just coming out sporadically. Thankfully, they are coming as fully formed ideas and phrases. My last blog was about the way I handle change and the occasional change in relationships. Today, right now actually, I was thinking about people trying to hide things in a way of protection.
I feel like this has been a sudden theme occurring within my group of friends and I realize this is probably slightly dangerous to post this up as a blog but if anyone knows me well enough, they know that I am brutally honest sometimes. Yes, it gets me in trouble a lot but I'd rather be honest than never speak a word of truth. And that's exactly what I wanted to talk about.
You can hide things from people. There are times where protecting people from the truth seems like a good idea. But is it? Really? "You don't want to see them get hurt" may sound like a justifying phrase in that moment of time but let's take a look into the future. The secret gets out, the truth always finds a way into our lives and then they find out that you've kept it from them this whole time. Now you've got triple the pain and a loss of trust.
Yes, the truth hurts. It really does. We've all been there. But personally, I would rather face the truth than not know it at all. If I needed protection from the dark, ugly, and dangerous world, I would higher a bodyguard or Rambo or maybe even Schwarzenegger himself. However, I don't think it's that serious. Honesty can get us into trouble sometimes, but I'd rather have a clear conscience than have a mind hidden in the shadows.
I like being drenched in a storm... You know what I mean? You don't have to shelter me. Just let me face the truth and I'll dry off later.
I feel like this has been a sudden theme occurring within my group of friends and I realize this is probably slightly dangerous to post this up as a blog but if anyone knows me well enough, they know that I am brutally honest sometimes. Yes, it gets me in trouble a lot but I'd rather be honest than never speak a word of truth. And that's exactly what I wanted to talk about.
You can hide things from people. There are times where protecting people from the truth seems like a good idea. But is it? Really? "You don't want to see them get hurt" may sound like a justifying phrase in that moment of time but let's take a look into the future. The secret gets out, the truth always finds a way into our lives and then they find out that you've kept it from them this whole time. Now you've got triple the pain and a loss of trust.
Yes, the truth hurts. It really does. We've all been there. But personally, I would rather face the truth than not know it at all. If I needed protection from the dark, ugly, and dangerous world, I would higher a bodyguard or Rambo or maybe even Schwarzenegger himself. However, I don't think it's that serious. Honesty can get us into trouble sometimes, but I'd rather have a clear conscience than have a mind hidden in the shadows.
I like being drenched in a storm... You know what I mean? You don't have to shelter me. Just let me face the truth and I'll dry off later.
7.24.2008
Donnie Darko Life Lessons
It wasn't love. It never was. There is some kind of connection you make when you enter a relationship; any kind of relationship, really. Whether you are best friends, friends with benefits, dating, or simply platonic-- there's always a connection. I had a connection. There was no definition of what we were or what we were doing. I was actually kind of confused about what I was doing but in the moment, I just knew what I wanted and what I wanted trumped what was right. And what happened then was simply, sinfully amazing. The consequences of which I emotionally, being a girl and all, handled with unease.
So, time passed. Things changed. I changed. I hadn't seen his face in a long time and I was okay. I was doing fine actually. Living vicariously through chick flicks, other people's lives, and my lovely dreams had been working out for me. Of course loneliness peeks it's face out once in a while but... I was okay. Honest.
He comes around and I'm thrown. I'm over him. I'm done with that. Time changes people. I went from completely enthralled by his mere presence to completely not interested in just a matter of time. But time doesn't erase feelings and memories and scars. Time moves you forward and when you look back you get those knots in your stomach and you start remembering. I couldn't look at him. I couldn't let him leave a mark on the new me. I'm newly healed. I'm ready for another adventure. No repeats. The fact that he was there, hanging out in my newly remodeled life just made me so uncomfortable--so scared. And sitting there with him only made me flash back to the Donnie Darko scenes about the time line between fear and love.Yes, I was scared to look at him, to talk to him, to be near him. No, I never loved him. But I agree with Donnie when he says that life is more complex than just fear and love. Life is more real and truthful.
So here I am totally confused by all this. I don't really get it and I don't know if I ever will. Maybe i'm even scared to wrap my mind around where he and I stand. Fear is a bitch. All I know is that I honestly don't want to spend so much time trying to figure this out. Time is of the essence and I can't spend the rest of my life living in the past or living vicariously through others.
Here's to old love, other disasters, and new ones to come. I just hope adventure is on its way soon. I'm ready to experience something new.
So, time passed. Things changed. I changed. I hadn't seen his face in a long time and I was okay. I was doing fine actually. Living vicariously through chick flicks, other people's lives, and my lovely dreams had been working out for me. Of course loneliness peeks it's face out once in a while but... I was okay. Honest.
He comes around and I'm thrown. I'm over him. I'm done with that. Time changes people. I went from completely enthralled by his mere presence to completely not interested in just a matter of time. But time doesn't erase feelings and memories and scars. Time moves you forward and when you look back you get those knots in your stomach and you start remembering. I couldn't look at him. I couldn't let him leave a mark on the new me. I'm newly healed. I'm ready for another adventure. No repeats. The fact that he was there, hanging out in my newly remodeled life just made me so uncomfortable--so scared. And sitting there with him only made me flash back to the Donnie Darko scenes about the time line between fear and love.Yes, I was scared to look at him, to talk to him, to be near him. No, I never loved him. But I agree with Donnie when he says that life is more complex than just fear and love. Life is more real and truthful.
So here I am totally confused by all this. I don't really get it and I don't know if I ever will. Maybe i'm even scared to wrap my mind around where he and I stand. Fear is a bitch. All I know is that I honestly don't want to spend so much time trying to figure this out. Time is of the essence and I can't spend the rest of my life living in the past or living vicariously through others.
Here's to old love, other disasters, and new ones to come. I just hope adventure is on its way soon. I'm ready to experience something new.
7.23.2008
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7.18.2008
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About Me
- I am Christina.
- The day my mother gave me wings was the day I started learning how to fly. I'm now realizing that it takes a lifetime to learn how to soar. This is my journey. Well, a part of it.