For some reason, fall always feels like a new beginning. A sort of "new year" without all of the huplah. So a new year of course calls for new hair and new clothes. Here's what i've been dreaming about lately:
the color, length, waves... i die!
sexy loose button-ups and polk-a-dots
black mary jane heels and bows.
I can't wait for temperatures to drop and get snuggly in layers and layers of clothes! And those sexy button-ups ;)
Do you ever have profound moments with someone? I love those moments. When you're making a decision, or you're saying something important, or you're just simply being with each other. Those are my favorite moments. Those are the dots that connect all the little moments to the big moments, and make us all big confusing maps. I'm rambling now. But what I'm trying to say, is that I had one of those profound moments last night, with someone intriguing. And the song "Somewhere Only We Know" was playing. It hit me like a ton of bricks: sometimes the familiar seems more appealing, because it's simple. It's something we know, something we can analyze, something we can hold and feel simply by the muscle memory of it all. But sometimes, the nostalgia isn't the most important part of our lives, and we need to realize that new and exciting is as wonderful as it sounds. I miss a lot of things. And that's scary. But, upon my happenstances last night, I realized that there are new things for me to learn, new things to grow in, and new things to love. So it's alright to let them change, and it's alright to trust new people, and to let my guard down a little. Or maybe a lot. Anyway, now I'm done being obnoxious, and talking about my ridiculous life.
The end...
Also, here's a picture of me falling while Sydney tried to take my picture. ENJOY.
I consider this to be one of the most beautiful photos I've ever seen. It's heartbreaking though. This man, whose identity is unknown (as far as my knowledge goes), jumped from the twin towers when they were destroyed eleven years ago. His pose, so graceful, and seemingly serene, is surreal. It's tranquil, in the face of all this danger. And it's so sad, because this is the fall of someone who has given up, but who would rather fall to his death, than die in the tower.
I remember September Eleventh, two thousand and one, the same way I remember things that happened only one year ago. I was woken by my sister, I think, and I ran downstairs, not understanding why she wanted me to go watch TV at this hour in the morning. I burst into my parents bedroom, and my mom was sitting on the bed, watching the news. Despite the fear that I now know my mother must have been feeling, she never once showed that fear to me. I cannot recall her being scared, yet I know that there is no way she wasn't. I love and respect her so much for that. I was already scared, but if my mother had acted upon the fear she must have been feeling, I would have been a complete mess. I remember going to school, not knowing what to do with my messy brain, and then having to rewatch footage in every single class, which only terrified me more. My Dad worked in a small warehouse-like building at the time, and even though there was no reason he would ever be targeted for a terrorist attack, I was so scared for my daddy. I thought for sure he would be attacked.
So that's my 9/11 story. I can't imagine how horrible it must have felt to actually know someone who died that day. I can only be grateful that all my loved were not harmed.
As my roommate pointed out, it's interesting that we went through this at such a young age (approximately eight years old), because now we will be the oldest living people someday who actually remember the details of the event. Those younger than us might have a hard time being legitimately aware of the events, and therefore when we're one hundred years old, we'll still be telling the story, and they might be a bit fuzzy on the details. Just a thought, I suppose.
I wish I was a supremely social creature. But unfortunately, I'm not. I think I used to be, but then I started dating Dane, and I just stopped being a little flirt. I don't even love being social honestly, but I figure it's the right thing to do, despite my misgivings...
Some things I'm loving lately:
this quote: All life is just a progression toward, and then a recession from, one phrase--"I love you" F Scott Fitzgerald
we did it anyway Sorry for the overload on nature pictures. My camera is currently dead and it seems like my dad took my mom's two week absence as cue to go on as many hiking adventures as possible.I have to say, climbing over the log dam and wading through the water to the waterfall was my favorite. Now my mom is back and my search for a job and friends continues. Here's to being at home for far too long!
I've realized in the last few days that I may or may not know what I want to do with my life. Sometimes I think being a filmmaker is the only thing I could ever want to do
But sometimes, I want to be a wedding planner. To create the wonderful memories that people cherish forever.
On the other hand, Nancy and I have this pipe dream of opening an inn.
And I always want to draw clothes that I want to make. So I start to think maybe that's the real direction my life should take.
I love writing though. I write disconnected sentences that convince me I'm a real writer...
But in the end, I suppose the thing I want most is to have a baby...
Shoes-F21 Other girl: This is my roommate Diana. And I honestly don't know where she got any of this...
You remind me of the babe What babe The babe with the power What power The power of voodoo Who do? You do Do what Remind me of the babe
Can I just say I love this movie with all my heart?
I just rewatched it last night with my friend (the boy with the knowledge). It made my little heart sing! He pointed out how terrifying the birds in that movie are. They are honestly, awful, seeing as they pop off their heads and pull out their eyeballs... that's mildly horrifying. Just sayin.
But otherwise, a perfectly enjoyable movie I might say :)
And after that, we listened to Bright Eyes, before we decided to watch another movie. The movie?
Say Anything. I can't even handle how happy that movie makes me. I start tearing up instantly when Lloyd Dobler holds the boombox up to her windows. I love it...
