musings

Oh, right, hey.

noreply@blogger.com (annogus) — Wed, 08 Dec 2010 10:28:31 PST

So, I've recently realized that I sometimes sign in to my google account to post comments on other blogs, and that redirects here.

Well, news flash, I don't use this blog anymore, but I do have some stuff happening on other sites around the interwebs, so check them out!

My personal blog: http://annogus.tumblr.com
My beginning attempts at fashion blogging: http://sparkplugminuet.tumblr.com
A small collection of thoughts on "serious issues": http://ayeffkm.tumblr.com
Video works: http://vimeo.com/annogus

Thanks for stopping by!

Band-Aids

noreply@blogger.com (annogus) — Thu, 07 May 2009 22:42:13 PDT

1. Red Right Ankle - The Decemberists
This is the story of the boys who loved you
Who love you now and loved you then
And some were sweet, some were cold and snuffed you
And some just laid around in bed.

Some had crumbled you straight to your knees
Did it cruel, did it tenderly
Some had crawled their way into your heart
To rend your ventricles apart
This is the story of the boys who loved you

2. Someday You Will Be Loved - Death Cab for Cutie
You may feel alone when you're falling asleep
And every time tears roll down your cheeks
But I know your heart belongs to someone you've yet to meet
Someday you will be loved

You'll be loved you'll be loved
Like you never have known
The memories of me
Will seem more like bad dreams
Just a series of blurs
Like I never occurred
Someday you will be loved

3. Nothing Better - The Postal Service
Don't you feed me lines about some idealistic future
Your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures

4. Rain - Patty Griffin
Its hard to know when to give up the fight
Some things you want will just never be right
Its never rained like it has to night before
Now I don't wanna beg you, baby
For something maybe you could never give
I'm not looking for the rest of your life
I just want another chance to live

Strange how hard it rains now
Rows and rows of big dark clouds
When I'm still alive underneath this shroud
Rain

5. Cath - Death Cab for Cutie
But you said your vows
And you closed the door
On so many men
Who would have loved you more

And soon everybody will ask
What became of you
'Cause your heart was dying fast
And you didn't know what to do

6. When it Don't Come Easy - Patty Griffin
So many things that I had before
That don't matter to me now
Tonight I cry for the love that I've lost
And the love I've never found

7. Come to Jesus - Mindy Smith
Worry not my daughters,
Worry not my sons
Child, when life don't seem worth livin'
Come to Jesus and let Him hold you in His arms

8. Wedding Day - Rosie Thomas
so much for love
I guess I've been wrong
but it's all right 'cause I'm moving on
I'm gonna drive over hills
over mountains and canyons
and boys that keep bringing me down
I'm gonna drive under skyline and sunshine
drink good wine in vineyards
and get asked to dinner
I'm gonna be carefree and let nothing pass me by
never ever again

9. Like Everyone She Knows - James Taylor
(My poppa sent me this one, so it's special)

Like everyone she knows
She's holding out for truelove
Waiting on an answer
Ready for a change
And everywhere she goes
She's just a little bit on the lookout
A day might mean tomorrow
Questions still remain
It's not that she's so sad
She always was a happy soul
But lately she gets to wonder to herself
What's the good of going on anymore

I see her in her room
Sitting at the window
Wondering if she's pretty
Feeling just a little small tonight
She thinks of going home
Giving up on the city
Maybe moving back down to Mobile
It's not that far to fall
I know she won't see me
But I might just say anyhow
If I could be right there right now
As I myself was told

Hold tight to your heart's desire
Never ever let it go
Let nobody fool you into giving it up too soon
Tend your own fire
Lay low and be strong
Wait awhile, Wait it out
Wait it on out
Wait it out, It'll come along

10. Single Ladies - Beyoncé
'Cause, if you like it then you should have put a ring on it

What's the buzz?

noreply@blogger.com (annogus) — Sat, 11 Apr 2009 21:03:49 PDT

Ok, here are my thoughts on Jesus Christ Superstar, because I know you were dying to hear them.

So, the really funny thing about JC Superstar is that there are two main groups that think I'm crazy for liking it: a) Fellow Christians who find the musical super offensive, and b) most of my peers who think the musical is just terrible and cheesy.

Couple disclaimers...
1) I grew up listening to the soundtrack as a kid. My mom would play it while she cleaned the house. Well, this, and A Hard Day's Night.
2) Because of my upbringing, I am really good at not being distracted by the singing in musicals. I know for most people, they kind of just freak them out, whoa they just broke into song, huh?
3) My thoughts mostly center around the film version that came out in 2000. Pretty low budge, but again, saw it for the first time when I was 12, so I didn't notice.

So, onto it, then.

Mostly I love its emphasis on the humanness of the characters. It imagines situations that could totally have been between the lines of scripture, and I think really stays true to the biblical character of Christ and the rest of the characters.

Mary Magdalene could totally have had a thing for Jesus. He was well, a perfect man. Again, I really love the focus on this human experience and possible struggles of biblical characters.

There is also a great deal of focus on Christ's struggle with his fate. And the human aspect of having to trust God when you don't necessarily know the plan.

Oh, and his anger in the temple. Great. As well as his getting tired from healing people. Jesus got tired.

I love the political undertones. Really emphasizing how much Jesus was shaking up the scene. His effect on religion, Rome, etc. The fine line he walked between revolution and non-violence. Even his own followers... they wanted an over-thrower of the Roman empire. Then he comes out with the Sermon on the Mount and they're all like, um... what?

In, the title song, Jesus Christ Superstar, Judas questions Jesus on why he came into this primitive culture? Why not come in the future? When we have television and media? He could be so much more successful. Interesting.
"If you'd come today, you could have reached a whole nation
Israel in 4 BC had no mass communication."

And finally Judas. I love this imagining of his situation. He really wants what's best for the movement. He questions Jesus on his motives, popularity, etc. His struggle and fall is so heartbreaking. And at every betraying turn, Christ reaches out to him in grace. ugh. Rip your heart out.

It's just nice to remember that these were all humans: Mary, Pilot, Judas, and yes, even Jesus Christ were stuck in this existence.

dilemma

noreply@blogger.com (annogus) — Wed, 25 Mar 2009 16:12:48 PDT

What I want to be doing:

Writing a couple papers basically musing about the following concepts (these are real assignments!):
-ubuntu
-echad/wholeness/post-modernism
-the effects of modernism/industrial revolution
-public responsibility in social development
-Public psychology
-capitalism and the american dream and how they effect our domestic and foreign policy
-modernization, dependency, and world systems theories
-logos/zoe

What I am doing:

Waiting for a video to convert so I can import it into After Effects and get really frustrated when I try to edit it in any way. And also getting frustrated that my idea is going nowhere, at least not in a collage format. I may need a new idea. So I have moved on to my mashup instead!

Failure

noreply@blogger.com (annogus) — Mon, 16 Mar 2009 10:12:11 PDT

I have been failing royally recently. Miraculously, my grades seem to still be in order. This is not some "woe is me", "I just try so hard" failing either. It is just blatant loss of will to do the right thing. Failing over and over and over. When I try to will myself to do the right thing, I fall flat on my face.

So I am trying something new. I am trying to return to God every time this happens. "God, I'm sorry. I messed up." And just sitting there with Him. I'm not sure why. But it seems a better option than the cycle of self-beating that goes on in my head. Because though I may feel guilty for a minute, I always fail again. Self-fulfilling prophecy perhaps?

I've also considered the fact that this cycle may be a small, more dormant part of my anxiety issues. My anxiety is usually oriented around situations in which I feel trapped with no escape. Perhaps I feel trapped in my schedule/schoolwork/etc. so I do any small thing I can to escape. Skip, sleep, etc. Or maybe I'm just a lazy bastard. I don't want to justify myself too much.

Porch Sitting

noreply@blogger.com (annogus) — Fri, 06 Mar 2009 08:59:38 PST

There are a few things I want in my eventual home. One is a good dining room table. One that people like to sit at.

The other is a sitting porch. It really doesn't have to be much. Stone steps will do, as long as people congregate there.

I really love Grand Rapids. I'm sitting on some stone steps outside Justin's house on College Ave., just south of Wealthy. I'm listening to Rubber Soul, my favorite Beatles album. The sun is warming my toes. This love of Grand Rapids atmosphere may be because I've never really lived in the city. I would like to.

There's just something about downtown GR in the sunshine....

Failed attempts at cooking

noreply@blogger.com (annogus) — Sun, 22 Feb 2009 16:57:08 PST

I just attempted to make a baked potato. I overcooked the broccoli and what came out of the microwave looked like a small, brown, shriveled creature.

So, in lieu of that, I cut up some cheddar, and strawberries, and I have some great whole grain sesame crackers and a couple yeast rolls. Not an extremely diverse meal, but a tasty and pretty wholesome one nonetheless.

I am currently sitting on the couch, waiting for the Oscars, converting some video, and feeling a small sense of dread about the week ahead. Praying for motivation, courage, and a desire to work hard, instead of the small voice that always encourages me to take shortcuts.

Scheduling

noreply@blogger.com (annogus) — Thu, 19 Feb 2009 21:54:38 PST

I posted this on the One-Year challenge blog, but I wanted it here too.

Ok, so I often feel very overwhelmed. Feeling like I have a ton to do, no time, etc.

I think this semester has had a LOT less rhythm than last semester. The only thing that was different last semester was the fact that I got to bed between 10:30 and 11:30 just about every school night. I even had more credit hours. I just felt so much more on top of things.

SO... I have made a detailed schedule. and I really really want to stick to it. The important additions are the times spent in my room in the evenings. These are the things I need to focus on. Too often I find myself dinking around during those times.

And, as much as I hate to admit it, I think the television really has been a problem. I think I took too much pride in the fact that in the past couple years I have done pretty well at doing without television. But apparently I got sucked in again.

I did leave myself a couple hours. I really like when Mattie and I just sit on the couch with our lappys, making fun of commercials and showing each other our internet findings. They are good times.

so here it is! *fanfare* I really really want to stick to this.

oh, and the oscars are on sunday. haha oops.

60 degrees in February

noreply@blogger.com (annogus) — Tue, 10 Feb 2009 20:43:24 PST

I just wanted to make a list of things that enriched my day today. I am still very very overwhelmed, but I have attempted to make some progress. I still have a long way to go, but today had some lovely points.

-I did not have to wear a coat.
-It got above 60 degrees!
-The sun was shining!
-16mm was all about producing and I got really excited about script breakdowns.
-I met a calico kitty sleeping in the sunshine in an antique shop. I pet him for a while, and he purred.
-I met a doggie in another antique shop. A very fluffy, black, licky, happy doggie. I pet her for a while as well.
-_______________________________________!
-I sat around the Gretz's dining room table with Anna and Sara and talked while eating some yummy oatmeal.
-I accidentally fell asleep for three hours. (This wasn't an extremely good thing, but it sure felt good)
-The Willy Wonka episode of Family Guy is on.

AAAAAHHH

noreply@blogger.com (annogus) — Tue, 10 Feb 2009 06:31:41 PST

Oh my goodness. So much going on.

-Producing a film that is to be shot in about a month. ack!
-Making two editing-intense web videos.
-Writing a long paper about a significant journey in my life. Not something you can really just write. I have to try and switch my brain off of school mode and into writing emotionally mode.
-Reading, writing, and thinking about Global Development/Poverty.
-Understanding and practicing Algebra concepts. (that are NOT review, actually. lame.)
-Realizing I will hopefully be done with school in June and trying to make sure I accomplish that.
-Doing my taxes.
-Oh, you know. Other things.

Transatlanticism

noreply@blogger.com (annogus) — Thu, 22 Jan 2009 09:16:16 PST

This album is pretty significant for me. It is my consistent January album, probably because that is when I first listened to it.

January 2004. Sophomore year of high school. I got it for my birthday.

I took art with Cronk that semester. It was probably the point in my life when I decided I was an artist. He taught me about the process of making art. That every decision is significant and meaningful. I made a shadowbox/sculpture piece that semester that I think everyone else finds hideous, but I love because I remember the process of creating it, and how much emotion and expression it holds for me.

I remember making a collage about the broken state of the world and the apathy of mainstream christianity. It involved Jim Bakker praying to a chocolate crucifix.

I also remember sketching and painting in my attic loft that winter. While Ben Gibbard sang to me, I painted bleeding hearts and silver stars.

I was thinking of posting photos of those things, but I think I'd rather you imagine them.

I almost came as a shark actually, but then I realized an eagle's slightly better

noreply@blogger.com (annogus) — Sun, 04 Jan 2009 09:58:12 PST

EAGLE VS. SHARK
Barnabas and I were trying out his free Netflix streaming trial this week. There wasn't a huge selection, but I had wanted to see this movie for a while. It was...awkward. But still pretty hilarious. I definitely laughed out loud. I would say a combination of Napoleon Dynamite and Strictly Ballroom (It's got a lot of New Zealand/Australian accents).
I'm not sure I would particularly recommend it, nor would I purchase it, but I would probably give it another view. I could try to convince you with quotes or something, but I don't think it would do it any sort of justice. So here's the trailer:

Ok. I guess after watching the trailer, I want to see it again. Definitely.
I also think I love it because Lily reminds me so much of Sara Rose Vruggink.

EXPELLED
We also watched this documentary featuring Ben Stein being belligerent to a bunch of scientists. I really hated the first half. The editing felt forced and manipulative. The music placement, use of cheesy video clips, and selective interview footage wasn't cool.
The second half, however, was super interesting. It left the intelligent design angle and focused more on the fact that Darwinism is incomplete and looked at the trend of eugenics in the 20th century.

WOLVERINE
I am so excited for this. The end.

WATCHMEN
I am in the process of reading this graphic novel. I started this week in Indiana with Nick's copy, and I just ordered it from amazon tonight with a gift certificate! So I am excited.
However, I hope that the movie is really good. The trailer looks amazing, but I have been fooled before. (ie: Sunshine)

like...oh em gee

noreply@blogger.com (annogus) — Mon, 29 Dec 2008 16:00:18 PST

so here's how fifteen years old I am right now...

I went to the mall today to return some American Eagle jeans. I actually tried to shop the mall and mostly felt very stupid and ugly and poor. Especially my hair and braces.

I got really angry and mostly just cried a lot when my parents wouldn't let me drive down to see my boyfriend. After explaining how much keys and locksmiths cost and hinting at my consistent absentmindedness and lack of judgment.

I have now shut myself in the only available room in the house to write it in my blog.

That's how fifteen years old I am right now.

And the thing is... I realize it's stupid. I realize they love me and I lock my keys in my car all the time and they just bought me a new car after I totaled the last one they bought me... 6 months ago. And it's dark outside and I've never driven the car before.

And I realize I am blessed and not poor at all and in very good health.

but my inner fifteen year old seems to have commandeered me for the time being.

Winter Song

noreply@blogger.com (annogus) — Tue, 09 Dec 2008 22:33:30 PST

I just tuned into The Tonight Show for the tail end tonight. I always forget that Conan doesn't actually start until 12:35.

But I am so glad I did. Sometimes I am just in a place where a song can reach straight through me to the core. This one was called Winter Song, sung by Ingrid Michaelson and Sara Bareilles. Now, I am as sick of "not gonna write you a love song..." as anyone else. But tonight, Winter Song was so beautiful to me.

Immediately after it was over, I opened my laptop and begged it for internet. Miraculously, a totally new network appeared and allowed me to get the album from itunes (it's called The Hotel Café). It was probably a Christmas miracle.

Some of my recent days have been rough. I'm trying to do and think all the right things. Trying to be healthy, etc. But nothing feels natural. I have no rhythm. Everything is forced or difficult.

I don't want to be that way. But then, what I do is try not to be that way.

I think some surrender is in order.

musical musings

noreply@blogger.com (annogus) — Wed, 12 Nov 2008 09:21:34 PST

My music collection has become somewhat stale as of late. I've been on the lookout for new things, but I also realized I'm not sure what I even like anymore. So, I've been listening around with a pretty open mind... and ears. I've found a couple of things that I am interested in.

1. La Dispute - Somewhere at the Bottom of the River Between Vega and Altair
While we were setting up for a shoot yesterday, Jake put their new album on. It was really good. I don't have it yet, but this is one that I want to buy from the source instead of pirate, because it's a local band and I want to support them.

2. Marc Broussard
Yeah, he's been around for a while, but I just saw him on Leno again recently. I think he's just good feel-good music. I really just want to collect any of his songs wherever I can find them, and not spend $45 to buy all of his albums.

3. Rosie Thomas- A Very Rosie Christmas
I am very excited about this album and will also be buying it soon. I am also hoping to go see her Christmas concert downtown in December. mmmmm....

Any other suggestions?

the race problem

noreply@blogger.com (annogus) — Wed, 05 Nov 2008 08:44:28 PST

So, I was warned of the following phenomenon last semester by my Sociology professor, and I find it particularly potent now.

The media last night and today have been going on and on about how significant it is that America has elected a president of mixed race.

and yes, it is amazing. Don't misunderstand me. This is huge. It gives hope to the oppressed all over the country and the world. It expands the imaginations of young black children, making anything possible to them. Last night will be written about as an enormous breakthrough in our country's history, 40 years after the death of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

However, I have heard more than one reporter talk about how this is the end to the race problem. Saying that we've beat it, it is no longer a part of us.

This is simply not true. The residues of our country's racial divisions still lurk in every corner. In every interracial interaction, the nuances of racism are there. In media coverage, the music industry, the grocery store, the judgements seep through.

And I'm not pulling for equality in the sense that everyone's culture is integrated and looks the same. But the goal is equal respect for every human being.

just sayin...

noreply@blogger.com (annogus) — Mon, 03 Nov 2008 20:26:17 PST

thrown into this position once again...

noreply@blogger.com (annogus) — Mon, 03 Nov 2008 11:17:38 PST

So, for my Media Production class this morning, we were supposed to have prepared a pitch for a short narrative film. The two best would be chosen by the class and produced. Whoever's pitch got chosen would be the director. So, I procrastinated all weekend. And last night after I drove home from Kalamazoo I was dead tired. It was only 10pm, but it was really 11pm due to daylight savings. I couldn't keep my eyes open, much less write a pitch. So I went to bed.

So this morning, I find myself driving to school at 7:45am trying to come up with a pitch. Finally, I scrape one together in my mind scribble it down once I get to class, and hand it in.

I am convinced that this horrible behavior was my subconscious way of saying that I do not want to be a director. I'm not a visionary; I'm a detail person. I am a producer.

But the stupid thing got picked! Agh!

I mean, yeah, cool. People liked my idea. That feels nice.

but man, this is going to be one hectic finals time.

zombies and drug addicts

noreply@blogger.com (annogus) — Thu, 30 Oct 2008 10:37:29 PDT

It's been one year and three days since that fateful night.

The first time he laid eyes on me, I was smoking a cigarette, wearing a mask of makeup, and a black wig.

Something happened that night through card games, silly jokes, and the pure awkwardness of being at a party where you don't know anyone.

Later that night we found out that we both gurgled!

and the next thing you know, a whole year is in the books.

Letters to my Daughters

noreply@blogger.com (annogus) — Thu, 30 Oct 2008 10:26:40 PDT

This morning, the Today Show featured a small spot with Maya Angelou regarding her new book, Letters to my Daughter.

Mattea and I were blown away by her. We just kept turning to each other with eyes wide. Some people just bring their presence and spirit crashing into whatever context they find themselves in. In the midst of the cheesy, shallow journalism that is the Today Show, Maya Angelou brought her love, confidence, humility, and faith.

She told Ann Curry, "I have no daughter. This book was written for all my daughters, no matter their color, race, age, or sexual orientation. This book was written for you."

I can't even find words to explain the experience. I want to meet Maya. And needless to say, I want to read this book.

our small guardian

noreply@blogger.com (annogus) — Thu, 30 Oct 2008 10:12:22 PDT

When Barnabas and I drove into the parking area for Obed, we were greeted by Ethan, Kindrea, and Kyrin. This little guy was also standing there waiting for us as we got out of the car. We asked Ethan and Kindrea who he was, and they said he had just wandered in to greet them too.

He was very dirty and had a bad case of mange on his backside. But his face was sweet and his chocolate brown eyes were large and trusting. I was the only one to touch him for the most part, but I was also not handling a baby, nor was I allergic.

He trotted along behind us as we lugged our packs to our camp. Though the path was treacherous, he never seemed to get underfoot. We decided to try to name him something. We started off with Mange, then Mange-Butt, which eventually transformed into Butt-Much. Not sure why, but that stuck.

It came around to dinner time and he was still around. He didn't beg, but just looked hopefully at our food. We didn't feed him, hoping he would go home to be fed.

Instead, he curled up in the corner of the cave we were camping in.

The next morning, he was still there, and rose with us for breakfast.

He followed Ethan, Barnabas, and I up to the top of the cliffs where we were tying off some climbing ropes. He wound his way expertly through the brush, coming perilously close to the edge of the rock. Always sure-footed.

We ended up rappelling down the rock. As each of us went down in turn, Butt-Munch got more and more anxious. We told him to go find the trail. That he couldn't come with us.

When we had all made it down, we heard piercing, anxious barks from the top. "Go around, buddy! Go around!" The barks continued for a few minutes, and we worried that he would try to jump. Eventually he stopped.

We sat down to eat lunch, and about a half-hour later, Butt-Munch trotted triumphantly over a distant hill and we exploded with yells. "There he is! He made it! Yay! Good job, buddy!" I think we kind of scared him with our enthusiasm, because he started to cower, but he came over, and we gave him some tortilla which he scarfed down.

He stayed with us the rest of the day. Curling up in the leaves while we climbed.

At dinner, Barnabas accidentally charred a piece of chicken, so we gave it to Butt-Munch once it cooled. He practically inhaled it.

As we set up camp again, he wandered around, but stuck close. He never got too close to Kyrin, never got into our bags, and if we told him to stay away from something specific, he would.

But he would come instantly when called, and loved to be scratched and cuddled.

Sunday morning came, and we packed up. He followed us back to the cars. Even as other climbers came, he showed interest, but never wandered from our sides. We knew the time was coming when we'd have to leave him.

As a parting gesture, Barnabas bent down and gave him a good scratch. Butt-Munch's little body wriggled with happiness. We got into our cars, and with fake force told him to go home. Ethan and Kindrea drove off. But Butt-Munch waited for Barn and I. As we started to drive, he trotted beside our slow car. We drove past a couple houses, Butt-Munch trotting along the bank of the road, almost at level with our windows. From out of nowhere, a huge bull-dog came running toward him. I gasped in horror as the dog bowled Butt-Munch over and the two rolled in a momentary scuffle. Barnabas was about to pull the car over, when they broke apart and Butt-Munch looked again at us.

"Buddy, we have to go," I said. Barnabas looked at me sadly, with a look that said, "I have to do it." and he gunned the accelerator.

I looked behind us to see Butt-Munch running as fast as he could after us. His legs pounding the dirt. I let out a dry sob and turned around to face the front. I started to cry.

So, this post is the least I can do to remember our brave friend and guardian who brought a spirit of courage, adventure, and love to our small cave that October weekend.

exhaustion

noreply@blogger.com (annogus) — Thu, 23 Oct 2008 21:52:04 PDT

I am utterly exhausted. This has been the longest week of the semester. But it's over now.

Now I just have to accept that fact and let go. I got really excited for this weekend the past couple of days and I really want that attitude to return. I want the desire for adventure. The openness to uncomfortable situations. The willingness to just try.

Let's do this.

(oh, by the way, this is camping and rock climbing in Obed, Tennessee with Barnabas, Ethan, Kindrea and Kyrin.)

halleleujah...salvation and glory...

noreply@blogger.com (annogus) — Wed, 22 Oct 2008 09:44:25 PDT

Last night I got to go to His House for the first time in a while. Well, I was there to shoot a scene with Lindsey afterwards. But I'm glad I was there. Sometimes I forget what it's like to sing with a group. We sang a song that reminded me of TST (long ago, when I was a camper) and it's one of my favorite songs. and it just felt lovely to sing. Plus it's in rounds, so it sounds gorgeous.

I am being provided for.

halleleujah salvation and glory
honor and power unto the lord our god
for the lord our god is almighty
the lord our god is omnipotent
the lord our god, he is wonderful

all praises be
to the king of kings
and the lord of lords
he is wonderful

so long sweet autumn...

noreply@blogger.com (annogus) — Tue, 21 Oct 2008 08:22:37 PDT

I am sitting in the basement of Lake Superior Hall, importing footage for my documentary.
I have class in 15 minutes.

I feel a bit numb. It's cold outside, the wind is biting. and I am overwhelmed. Thankfully, I am out of the panic stage and into the productive stage, but that doesn't change the actual size of my work load.

Speaking of load, I was wondering yesterday, when did "butt load" become a term of measurement? "Man, I've got a butt load of homework to do." Is that weird to anyone else? It's weird to me.

I am sad that I am missing my favorite month of the year. The leaves cheer me on my way to and from school, but I don't get to sit and enjoy them. I haven't been able to take a walk, knit, or take photos of the leaves. I hope that I can experience one great autumn day: crisp air, warm sunshine, and leaves the color of fire.

Over-priced chicken salad

noreply@blogger.com (annogus) — Sat, 11 Oct 2008 10:53:05 PDT

Why is it impossible to find chicken salad anywhere? Honestly. I've tried. and there's usually one tiny tub for $5.

Today I bought a chicken salad croissant for $4, and let me just say, it was overpriced. I was hoping to get a refreshing lunch to gear up for my shoot this afternoon, but mostly I just have a lot of mayo on my face.

I did however, happen upon a renaissance faire on campus just now. They are so entertaining. It might take me a couple hours to get the patchouli smell out of my nose and greensleeves out of my head.