frost over

I apologize in advance...it's been a while since I've had time to sit and do this, so I'm a little rusty...

First, the "long":

[i]The first thing I found out about you
Was that you had a beautifully innocent voice
And as I followed my ears to find you
The first things I saw were your dark eyes
Full of slight sorrow and immense distance
That guide your lips to part and form word melodies --
That's the first thing that I notice as you keep strumming your guitar
That, and the way you close your eyes and smile
When you're really feeling the music
And the first thing that I feel when I watch you
Is a musical connection, an emotional connection
To you, standing in a backwards black baseball cap
And the first thing I think as you tell me your name
Is that I can't fall in love with another guitarist
Too many buried feelings in history, but you're making it so easy
And the first thing I consider as I watch you
Is telling you I'd like to get to know you
But my shyness and fear grip me tightly
And the first thing I remember as I walk away
Is your name, your face, your smile, your voice
All at once -- in case we should ever cross paths again[/i]

Note: After a song, he spoke and said thank you to his lovely girlfriend sitting up front, about two tables away from me. Sigh. So much for that.

And now, the short (well, kind of):

[i]You're sleeping soundly
Your arms around me
My eyes are still open
Watching you closely
And wondering why I'm simply
A momentary fixation
I had you once
And here you are again
The closest you’ve ever been
But nothing is ever as it seems
And no matter what you say
This can't be the same as before
I lay my head on a pillow
To support the weighty thoughts
That sink so quickly, swirl so intensely
Beneath a sea of shielded tears
I breathe in deeply
All the aloofness I can muster
And exhale with great effort
All the things that bind me to you
A momentary happiness
Until you shift your arms
And pull me closer
Maybe this is the same as before[/i]

*bell dings* Shop is open for critique.

Get ready...this entry's loaded. Something original [i]will be here[/i]...eventually. I just need to write a religion paper first.

Weather: Get this. It was cold and rain was pouring this morning. And this afternoon, it's perfectly still, bright and sunny, and comfortable. Oklahoma's wacky.

Mood: Good. 8) Aside from this tingling worry due to procrastination.

Book: [u]Islam Observed: Religious Development in Morocco and Indonesia[/u] -- Clifford Geertz.

Quote: "No Sex Please -- We're Japanese." [url=http://www.usatoday.com/news/...][link][/url]

Music: "Flamenco Sketches" -- Miles Davis. Off the [u]Kind of Blue[/u] album. Seriously, everyone...one of the best albums out there and at the very top of my list of favorite albums.

Movie: [u]The Terminal[/u]. Tom Hanks is so awesome. Krakozhia! Go out and see it!

Subject of post: As you saw earlier from the "Music" section, but continues to have multiple meanings in this post. Now for explanation.

I was blue Saturday. Kind of. In three ways: 1) I painted myself blue. Yes, in that easter egg type fashion. I joined my fellow colors -- red, green, yellow, and hot pink -- and we proceeded to go miniature golfing, each with our respective golf ball colors. It was hilarious and lots of fun. 2) I was "kind of blue" -- melancholy, if you will. For I am always like that. And though this is opposite from what most people would say, if I am not semi-melancholy everyday, then something is probably wrong or abnormal with said day. And 3) I rolled down my windows last night (after dinner with brother and Barnes & Noble time with said brother and housemate + housemate's boyfriend/also my friend (who painted himself red)...just including a brief synopsis here to deter you and disrupt writing flow) and cranked up the Kind of Blue album by Miles Davis (a must-have for all audiophiles out there). I love that album so much.

All right, so quick review. 1) So, while I was out playing miniature golf, I saw a bunch of weirdly cool kids painted different colors of the spectrum who were also playing. Red, green, yellow, and hot pink. And I thought to myself, "Wow...you guys are crazy." And then I looked down and saw that I was blue. And it was my turn to putt. 2) I feel like something is severely lacking in my life. Something non-materialistic. But it's so hard for me to figure out what it is that I am needing exactly. And life goes on. 3) Jazz rocks my socks off. Miles Davis, John Coltrane...ooh, and especially Bill Evans. As for contemporary, Diana Krall, Jamie Cullum, and some others that I can't think of at the moment.

Now to writing my religion paper about prayer.

Hope you had a great weekend. And Happy Monday.

Weather: Mild. It's a peaceful evening. Crickets, junebugs, and the lot are going crazy.

Mood: Eh. Simply.

Book: [u]The World's Religions[/u] -- Huston Smith. Definitely liking.

Movie: [u]Bitter Sugar[/u]. Also known as [u]Azúcar Amarga [/u]. Intriguing movie thus far. Completely Spanish dialogue. Kind of for a Spanish class assignment. Muy interesante. Assignment's only to watch 20 minutes of a Spanish movie, but I might end up watching the whole thing sometime.

Music: "Call Off the Search" -- Katie Melua.

Subject of post: So...about the original thing. I must postpone that for the post after this one. I promise it's coming though.

Now, down to business. This is a [b]you[/b] entry. Because most people, when writing in their weblogs, are writing for themselves. Understandable -- I almost always do. But tonight I shall make an exception. This one's for you, blog readers. Cheers.

Welcome. So, midnight Wal-Mart run with an apartmentmate to alleviate her bout of insomnia (and perhaps my most likely potential one). And I must say...there I was, walking down one of the aisles, minding my own business, when...bam...I see it. I am appalled...shocked...amazed. I giggled myself silly and shook my head. And it made me wonder what people are thinking when they come up with things like this. Thus, I decided to share this interesting little peculiarity with you.

[url=http://www.kitchenkapers.com/...][Click me, please. Links need love, too.][/url]

Dare I say, [i]wtf, mate[/i]?

Uh...now for the other mundane stuff. Because it can't all be about you. Sorry. In no particular order...

I'm stuck in a weird state. I suppose I'll explain privately if you're interested. Normally, weird states don't matter. I have them all of the time. But now it's dictating the rest of my general daily emotions. Yeah. Okay. I'm done with that now.

I have my first Spanish II midterm tomorrow, my second Religion in Everyday Life midterm on Friday, and a research paper for Religion in Everyday Life due next Friday. Yay. I'm somewhat sleepy, but there are a million places I would rather be right now, a million other things I would rather be doing. But that would require getting into the weird state explanation. And I'd rather let you continue on with whatever you were doing before you began reading this.

I like getting to know people one-on-one, in a semi-closed environment, over a significant period of time. I feel like bonding begins more quickly than in other situations...being in this nice little bubble of introduction, acquaintance, friendship, and/or relationship. Anyone want to be in a bubble?

I didn't think so.

Signing off.

Weather: Gorgeous but I can't take the humidity well.

Mood: A little groggy, but otherwise fine.

Book: Soon to be [u]The World's Religions[/u] by Huston Smith. After a shower and lunch and such.

Music: "You and the Night and the Music" -- Bill Evans and Stan Getz. Excuse me while I literally [b]melt[/b] during the two-minute saxophone solo that starts it all off. Saxophones are such sexy instruments, when played correctly. Sigh...I absolutely love jazz. But I digress...

Movie: [u]The Stepford Wives[/u]. Entertaining, but probably not worth the $6.25 I spent for it. Matthew Broderick, Bette Midler, and Nicole Kidman are fun and talented and all, but not exactly their best work.

Subject of post: It's been quite a while, hasn't it? Things have been very busy for me within the past few weeks. And here I am to fill you in.

When I returned from Dallas, I spent a few more weeks packing up and spending time with my family. On Memorial Day, I drove back to college to move more things into my apartment and settle down before classes started on June 1. Met my new roommate, who will hopefully be better than my last one. *cringes at flashback* Also talked to my other housemate, who was my former suitemate in the dorms last year. Anyway, things are going okay in our new apartment. I like it out here, a little ways from campus. Now if I could just get a piano/keyboard in here...I would be set.

So, I've signed up to take an introductory anthropology course - your basic 1000-level, called "Religion in Everyday Life." Hence, the name of the book I mentioned above. Haven't started it yet, but I hope it will be more interesting than the last text our professor had us read. There's just so much material he wants us to read and a 6-8 page research paper he wants us to write, but this course is 3 credits and only goes until June 28. So he has to jam-pack (who came up with that expression, anyway?) everything into a little less than one month. Kind of intense. But at the same time, not really, because I think the class may be a bit "watered-down" since it's over the summer. Oh, and I'm the only girl in there, with a handful of cute frat boys and 2 native Africans who have quite a bit to contribute to the the religion discussions. Pretty cool. But this class is kind of a gen-ed fulfillment for everyone in there...no real anthropologists, myself included. But I'm sure I'll take something away from it, and that's what's important.

Also taking a 5 hour course -- Spanish II, that runs from June 1 to July 27, I believe. Fun class. The professor is overtly nice...but he makes sure we understand everything fully and is always helpful, so it's good. I just feel badly for him because I think people have and will take advantage of him because of how considerate and understanding he is. I feel singled out in this class -- not because of gender this time, but because of age. I feel like I'm quite the young one in there. I believe my professor is 30 or somewhere around there, and most other people in there are 23, 24....well, point being, they're in their 20s. Sometimes I feel a little out of place. But they're all nice enough to me. I'm really glad my professor tries to converse with each person in my class everyday and also do grammar because in my previous class, we mostly focused on grammar only. Can't just write and conjugate...gotta be able to speak it. Anyway, I like the practice, and it helps me respond orally more quickly and do less thinking about what he said in Spanish, translating it in English, thinking about what I want to say in English, and translating it back to Spanish.

Whew. That was a mouthful. So then when those two classes end, I'll be taking Intermediate Sppanish during August Intersession, which is July 28 - August 12. I hope it's not too bad. Only three weeks for a three-hour course. Sounds extremely intense, but we'll see when I get there.

Hopefully when my religion class is over, I can try to volunteer somewhere this summer or pick up some research. [i]Hopefully[/i].

All right...that catches things up. Now for more recently...I'm very miffed. I was really looking forward to seeing Jay Quinn last night. However, I found out when I got to the door that it was a 21 and up night. GRRRR....I really like his music, and he was a couple of feet away. :( Rawr. Anyway, since that was out the window and all the late movies had already started, there wasn't much to do, so my friends and I went out to get snowcones. I tried a new one -- Fairy Dust -- which was a combination of Godzilla and Wine Cooler. Weird. It's my goal to try a different one each time...and there's probably 50+ flavors and then with all the different combinations and mixtures...ahh, endless. But I have all summer.

Oooookay. So basically I've been busy studying and figuring out this living in an apartment thing because it's all pretty new to me. Campus is so dead over the summer...and so is the college town. But I'm trying to make things interesting. Finally hooked up DSL the other day and made a nice little home network. W00t.

Time to go shower and eat lunch...read up on religion and practice my Spanish. Toodles. I should be updating more frequently from now on, so you won't have these gargantuous entries.

Afterthought: Looking back on my entries...I haven't posted anything quite original in a while. Too wrapped up in the mundane...the everyday hubbub, I guess. :oops: But note -- work in progress currently. And that shall be my next post.