Sunday, November 29 - I want to live in Riverside

Back at Sweet Briar. Not stoked, as usual.

The other night while I was hanging out at John's with Emma, I realized how badly I want to live in Riverside. John lives in a little garage apartment, two rooms, small kitchen, but it is perfect. As I was leaving, I was walking down the stairs and a bunch of people my age walked out of the lower apartment and walked down the street. I want that. I want to live in a little apartment in Riverside. I want to work and have fun. Not worrying about the real world or school or anything. Working at the Cummer or JMOCA, hanging out at night. Walking to Kickbacks and 5 Points. That sounds absolutely perfect to me. I don't want to go straight to grad school and Tenet right after school. I want to live. I feel like I don't do anything. There is nothing to do in Virginia. When I am in Florida I am still living with my mom. So I have barely had the chance to make poor choices or truly live. I am reading the book "One Fifth Avenue," about all of the residents in New York's most coveted address. I realized that's how College Street is with people like me and my age. Those of us that loiter around Riverside after hours. College Street, between Cherry and Margaret, is amazing. That's all there is to it. Every time I am home, and visiting Colton or any of friends that live over there, it hit me like a stack of bricks. Its a really weird longing. In my mind, living there equals LIVING, and that's all there is to it.

I'm sure this post makes no sense and it is horribly repetitive, but, the point is:

I want to live in Riverside.

Friday, November 27 - Black Friday

I spent Black Friday siting on my couch, in my PJs, with my mom, watching real Housewives of New Jersey. Horribly lazy day, but it was nice. Marsha and Granny brought us left overs for lunch. Yum.

I went to Lillian's with Jarrett tonight. Every time I see him he is different. He is all muscle now, its crazy. He and Heather have been together for almost 6 months, and that is the longest I have ever known him to be in a relationship. My little youngin Jayriot is growing up.

I asked him how is THanksgiving was ans he said it was horrible. I pointed out it couldn't have been worse than Thanksgiving two years ago, when he spent Thanksgiving in jail... Apparently he would have traded going to jail for a day again than relive yesterday. Lots of family drama there. Family drama was all over today. Talked to Corbett when I woke up. Apparently his parents were fighting first thing this morning. No good.

I went from Lillians to Kickbacks with Emma and John. Emma was having some horrible back pain so we left and I went to get her some heating pads from Walgreens. We hung out at John's for a bit until se felt better and I came home.

David Horvitz had a new tumblr post, to make a video of yourself sitting with your eyes closed for 1:22. I did it, uploaded it, took a shower, and when I came back, he had made a video himself and posted it as a video response to my own video. I am thrilled. My video posted at KateListens and I will post his as well tomorrow.

Sleepysleepysleepy Kate. Possibly seeing Kevin tomorrow. Hopefully.

Thursday, November 26 - Thanksgiving, Pearl

This morning Liam and I woke up early and went to go pick up our mom from Mandarin, where she ran a half marathon with Traci and Josie. We didn't get to watch her finish, but it was packed. I wouldn't think there would be so many people willing to wake up at the crack of dawn on Thanksgiving to run 13 miles.

we went over to Marsha's house and spent the day cooking and entertaining. Met some family members I didn't know about as well. One was named Lenny, and he reminded me of Lennie from Of Mice and Men. I won him over by showing him how to proberly open a handle of scotch.

After we ate I went to lay down for a few minutes, and woke up about 4 hours later and everyone was gone. Eeeh.

Corbett and AJ and I went to the Pearl tonight. I have never gone without Jenn, and it was weird but nice to just go with a bunch of guys. It was more laid back and I was able to just hang out and people watch. Going to an all girls school I have forgotten how nice it is to just be with guys. There were a bunch of random people there, including Jaclynn (joy).

After we left the Pearl we went to WaHo for some late night/early morning hashbrowns. That was possible the high light of my Thanksgiving, food-wise. We dropped off AJ then went to Target to scope out the Black Friday lines. It was about 3 and already there were a bunch of people sitting outside.

Wednesday, November 25 - PVB, Casbah

Spent the day in Ponte Vedra. I think I am going to refer to today as "Blast from the Past" day. Ryan picked me up from Marsha's and we went out to lunch, and that was fun. I haven't seen him in a few years. We talked about everyone from Episcopal that I completely forgot about, including Alan, who I didnt think I would forget about. But, I did.

After lunch we had Petal's birthday dinner and that was delicious. Apparently AJ has started drinking again and I am worried about him. He didn;t look too good. We shall see what happens with him tomorrow. On the way home Liam randomly asked me "Why dont you hang out with Wyatt anymore?" Little jerk.

After we left the beach Emma came over and we went to the Casbah. We got there and put our name on the list and meandered about. We loitered in front of the Casbah for a bit and decided to walk down to Monty's. Matty was there and Emma went in to see him. I hung out outside, saw the Worsham boys and other people from Episcopal, when my phone buzzed. I looked at it. "Text from Guillermo." What. The. Fuck. "Don't know if you still have my number but I think ou just passed by me at the Casbah - Memo" Holy shit. I have not seen him since we briefly dated in my junior year of high school. Four years. So I talked to him for a bit and that was awkward. I had noticed Edgar, Alan's brother before, and I texted Ryan that he was there. I thought it was weird that I thought about Alan today for the first time in a long while then saw both his brother and cousin in one night. So after we talked to Memo for a bit AJ walked about, all 6'5 of him. Talked for a bit, then we sat down outside and smoked and drank for a good long while.

While we were sitting there, Emma's dad walked past our table. On a date. So she met this lady and that was interesting to watch. I was able to stay out of it, thank god.

Will came over from Monty's and hung out with us for a bit, I talked to AJ for a while, then we left.

I just found a box of awesome books in my garage and I am pretty excited. I got this book on H. H. Holmes years ago and never read it, thinking I had lost it, but that was in there. I salvaged it and I will read it tomorrow when I am sick of my family. Which will happen pretty quick...

Also, I love Heidi Montag, I think just because she is so much fun to hate, and so is her music. This song, along with all of them is just so damn catchy. I can' stop listening to it....

Tuesday, November 23

I was a lazy bum today. I got a hair cut and watched TV. And that is all I did.

Tonight I was supposed to hang out with Emma but she got too drunk at dinner. Hoorah. So I got to spend another night in. I don't do well when I have to sit at home. I ended up talking to Jenn on the phone for two hours about everything going on and that was nice. I havem't really talked to her in quite some time.

I watched too much TV today. I never watch TV. My brain is fried.

I love Fan Death, but this video is just weird.

Monday, November 23 - Blank

Today I woke up, drove my mom to St. Marks, went back to sleep. Woke up late for lunch with Corbett, didn't realize George was in my house, almost gave him a heart attack. Then went to lunch with Corbett. After lunch I felt like driving around, so I went through Avondale, Riverside, downtown, the industrial area around where TCT is. Drove past Thee Imperial and was reminded of everything I miss from the past few years.

Came home, fell asleep, went to pick up my mom and Liam, saw Mikey, came home and did nothing.

I made plans to hang out with Kevin tonight since I haven't seen him since August, but he didn't answer his phone and that really pissed me off. I really hate when people do that. I was getting over being pissed at him and I went to go hang out with some people. I wasn't sure where I was going and the person I was going to see wouldn't answer their phone when I was on their road so I aimlessly drove around for 20 minutes. So twice tonight someone's inability to answer their phone pissed me off.

In the few days that I have been home, there have been so many things to remind me of everything I have been upset about since last Thanksgiving. Today I got dressed to go to lunch with Corbett and I put on my Bum shirt, black pants, green sweater and black scart with my moccasins. I realized the last time I wore that exact outfit was the last time I went to Wyatt's house. Then today Liam found the Sin City disk I thought was lost. As I was trying to find a dropped earring I instead found the broken end of my pink flower earrings that I wore every day two summers ago. Today I drove past Thee Imperial and I remembered the last time I was there, for the Zeromus show. People not texting back. Guys being dumb. Being home in general. The black sweater I thought I had lost that randomly appeared in my closet yesterday. Even watching the Twilight the other night and having so many of the situations and character traits echo my own experiences. Everything is bringing back memories I would rather not ever deal with again. I have barely thought about it, for one year come January 8, and the past few days everything has made it all come back and I really hate it.

Sunday, November 23 - Jags Game, BTBAM

So after I got home from Rob's this morning I showered and napped then went to the Jaguar game. It was a horrible game and we left pretty early. They ended up winning and Liam pretty much hated us for leaving early. When it was his idea...

Evan and I went to Between the Buried and Me tonight. And oh my god saw the best band ever. We saw Wings of Victory, Veil of Maya, Animals as Leaders, and BTBAM. Wing of Victory sucked, as I expected. Veil of Maya was amazing. BTBAM was good, but not as amazing as I had expected. I most likely would have been blown away if I not just seen Animals as Leaders. Combined, Evan and I have a pretty thorough knowledge of metal bands, but neither of us had heard of them. After they played, we just turned to each other and both of us had the biggest smile plastered on our faces. They were amazing. No vocalist, and it was all technical and melodic. We bought the CD immediately. Even people that don;t like metal will like them, which I know covers the majority of the people that read this.



After the show we came back to my house and I put the CD on my computer. It was the first time Evan has ever been inside my house, and it was funny when he got in my room and just stood there looking at stuff. I guess it's been a while since I had someone new in my room and it was funny to watch him just look around. It also made me look at my room with new eyes, and also made me realize that I really have to paint my room a new color. This green or horrid.

Off to bed, just posted a video on KateListensToDavid. So. Yeah.

Saturday, November 22 - Jacksonville, Finally

So I am cheating and writing this at 5:00 pm on Sunday....

Friday I flew into Jacksonville and my mom and Liam surprised me at the airport. Usually they just drive up and get me at the curb, and it was nice for them to come inside and surprise me. We met up with Granny and Marsha at Maggiano's for dinner, but beforehand I ran over to Apple to see Rob. I called him when I got into the store and he was in the back. I told him I was standing there and he literally squaled then two seconds later the door to the BOH flew open and there he was. Then he actually hugged me, which is very odd Rob behavior. Then I hopped about while he tied my shoes and we walked ver to Maggiano's and he said hello to everyone. After he left Marsha and Granny kept talking about "how handsome Rob has gotten." Something about him changed, bu none of us could figure it out.

We had a delicious dinner at Maggiano's then I came home and Rob retrieved me. We went to Kickbacks, and the moment that I walked in I realized how glad I was to be home. I lived at Kickbacks over the summer and it was very nice to be back, even though it was a swamped Friday night at 11:00. Colton walked over and hung out with us for a bit. He was going to hang out longer but he had work in the morning. Last I heard, he was unemployed and searching for a job. Rob knew this and asked where he was working. Colton's reply was "Well I have a very part time job at a awn service." And it was hilarious, the way most things that come out of Colton's mouth are. I think it was the "very part time" bit that had us laughing so hard.

Yesterday morning I woke up early and went to Liam's football game. Serious, kid is such a little wuss. Watching him practice beforehand he never caught the ball or even tried. It was hilarious yet endearing. After that was Liam's footbal team's team party at Lillians.

I came home and got in bed before going to the fair with Rob, and next thing I know it was 6:00 and Rob was on his way to come get me. Gah. I need sleeeeep. Apparently that fair at Town Centre was lame so we didn;t bother going, and went to dinner at the Loop instead. After we ate we went to Publix to get crumb cake mix and bake, but when we were standing in the aisle looking at the selection of crumb cake mix we realized that nothing good ever comes out of us baking. Instead we went back to his apartment, saw Clay and his girlfriend, sneakily loaded my to go cup from the Loop with whiskey, and we walked to O'Brothers. When we got there Dave and James were already there, and I realized just how much I love hanging out with James. He is beyond adorable.

The usual beating ensued, and James was there to take pictures. I already can feel the bruises showing up on my side and arms. Oh well. At one point when Rob had stolen my phone and I was trying to get it back from him and he was smacking me I heard Dave say, "I though I had some pretty fucked up relationships, but this is a whole new level of fucked up." And that is the truth. James and Rob both got a hold of Allison's number from my pon and were texting her dirty things and James was trying to get her to have a foursome, as long as she brought 2 guys. It didn't take her long to realize that she was being hit on by two incredibly gay boys.

O'Brothers was lots of fun, mainly since we were sampling different kinds of crazy shots for them to have at some girl's birthday party. As a result of these shots, Rob and I both got far more drunk than intended, and I ended up sleeping on his air mattress. Well, very little sleep occurred since I was up all night, freezing cold and the mattress was deflating. No fun. This is my Twitter deef from last night:

-@omgitsrob RT @Nanooboy Bf requirement #7: cuddle up and watch the S Club movie while falling asleep. HA!!
-@omgitsrob the bed deflated a lot and i'm freezing cold.
-@omgitsrob I've been up. Like all night
-Sleeping on @omgitsrob's air mattress tonight due to poor life choices.
-RT @omgitsrob Hello obrothers. Youcnake me too drunk too quick.


Last night I retweeted something that @Nanooboy, Andy from the original 5AG said about S Club 7, since it made me think of a conversation that Rob and I had yesterday. Then this morning I woke up to an email saying that he is now following me on Twitter. I get on Twitter, and I see this:

"Nanooboy: started following 2 people simply because I found their @ replies to each other about an airmatress entertaing. There was a even a twitpic!!"

Oh holy god. That is amazing. I texted Lauren and she was in awe as well. Made my morninng.

The rest of today will be part of tonight's blog.

Friday, November 20 - Almost Home

I am sitting in the Charlotte airport, listening to Fan Death, and people watching. I have been given some awesome people watching opportunities lately. I had some interesting characters on my flights from Lynchburg, then last night Allison and I went to the midnight premiere of New Moon, because we are huge nerds. Of course there were some odd people out and about at that. Girls in PJ pants and Edward shirts. There were a hilarious amount of couples there. I feel bad for each one of those boyfriends. Stuck in a theater that is 75% squealing girls. I am glad I am not one of them, and I laugh at those who are. The first time Edward appeared on screen, in this awfully horrible slow motion, windy walk, there were a bunch of girls that did literally squeal with delight. I dont understand. I think this says something positive about my character, though.

Although right before Bella jumped off the cliff the reel broke, and apparently it broke in all 10 theaters. It was a min-mayhem moment. The old woman next to me turned to me and asked if I wanted to help her start a riot. I really wish I was making this up. She was dead serious. When she sat down she said to Alison and I "I can't wait to see Jacob's shift changing!" I think I will classify that moment as a "Life Fail" for that woman.

Yesterday at lunch Sarah, Elizabeth and I played MASH. I have not played in so long. I had a pretty positive outcome. I will be marrying Matthew Barney, working as a stripper, living in Brooklyn with 4 kids, driving a Hummer, making $100,000 a year and I will have my honey moon in Afghanistan.

Errrr.... Looking back on that, that is actually quite horrible. The only good thing is the marrying Matthew Barney part. My minor obsession with him has somehow become more public recently, and I am not sure how this happened. Last Saturday I was with Allison, Blair, Shep and Britt and at one point we were discussing what Blair would name her future children, and she said, "Kate I know you will have a little Matthew Barney Jr." And then Ashley said the same thing:




Allison and I attempted to make a list of the songs we would listen to if we could only listen to 10 for the rest of our lives. I have shared this with a few people, and so far everyone has been shocked to see this one on the list. I don't know why I like it myself, when I really don't listen to too much rap and whatnot, but it sneaks onto every playlist I ever make.




Boarding my flight soon. My mom is going to pick me up at the airport, then off to Town Centre for dinner where I will creep into the Apple store to see Rob. I think either Corbett or Colton is going to come over tonight. I'm hoping Corbett simply because I don't want Colton to ride his bike from Riverside to Ortega. He is even more of a bum lately.

The man sitting across from me keeps starting at me... Errr...

I am playing FishVille in the Charlotte airport. I am ashamed.

Friday, November 20 - Stuff White People Like

I have read with Stuff White People Like post multiple times, and every time I read it I can't help but crack up. It is oh so very true. Ashley and I both relate to this one a little too well. Stuff White People Like makes me feel like a very predictable person.

"Keeping up with art is hard; trips to galleries, enormous books, and costly bi-annual magazines are just a few of the many expenses you will incur during the process of attempting to stay current with art. While the challenge and difficult of this proposition would seem to actually attract more white people than dissuade them, the amount of work required to become and remain an expert on art is simply too much for the majority of white people.

Of course there are exceptions such as the people who have invested both their money and their lives into the appreciation of art: people with Art History Degrees. But as you have probably noticed, they have very little value to both you and society. The latter is evidenced by their annual salary while the former is to be determined on a person by person basis.

Currently, the artist who is both cutting edge and easy to keep up with is Banksy, and white people love him. He is anonymous, British, easy to understand, and he works in the medium of graffiti! This last bit is very important since all white people consider graffiti to be art when it looks like something other than a bunch of squiggles. In every other instance, they consider it vandalism.

As with any conversation involving white people and taste you should be forewarned that you are walking into a potential minefield. However, art does not work the same way as Indie Music when it comes to the need to like the obscure.

Here’s how it works: if you say your favorite artist is Vincent Van Gogh, MC Escher or Monet, you will appear as though your taste in art is derived entirely from college posters. This is unacceptable. Conversely, if you list Jeff Koons, Laurie Anderson, Damien Hirst or Basquiat, you’ll look like you are trying too hard but don’t really know what you are talking about. Chances are that white people will assume your art education consists entirely of documentaries, bio pics, and looking up references from Gossip Girl on Wikipedia.

Finally, if you list your favorite artist as a current, bleeding edge visionary who white people have not heard of, they will immediately recognize you as a threat and dislike you. It is also a certainty that they will call you pretentious behind your back.

Needless to say, it’s complicated. But Banksy is just right. He’s just edgy enough to be outside of the mainstream, but popular enough to be available in coffee table book form at Urban Outfitters. Though if you spot this book on the coffee table of a white person it is strongly recommended that you imply they got the book at a Modern Art Museum gift shop and not at an Urban Outfitters. This will make the evening far more enjoyable for everyone concerned.

If you find all of this to simply be too much work and wish to ensure that white people will never speak to you about art again, there is an easy escape. Simply mention your favorite artist is Thomas Kinkade and that you are in negotiations to purchase an original from the store in the mall. This will effectively end any friendship you have with a white person."

Wednesday, November 18 - 2 Days

Jacksonville in two days. I am so excited. Rob has an alright work schedule so I will be able to see him a good bit. It will be really weird not having Jenn there. I will be spending time with different people though, so that's good. I am excited to see Corbett and Kevin, Rob and Emma. Except Kevin is being a jerk... We shall see.

Sunday night Evan and I are going to go see Between the Buried and Me at Edge 17. I have never seen them live, but I know it is amazing. Rob saw them a few years ago and he loved it. This will be an experience.



Allison got a concussion last night. I had to go pick her up at the gym and talk to the trainer about everything. She was not doing too good. We came back to the room, and I went to go hunt down some applesauce for her in Prothro. I asked the older woman in Prothro if she could get me some apple sauce, and she said, "Yes, I will be right back." Then she was gone for about 5 minutes. when she came back I hadn't moved yet and she said, "Yes sweetie? Anything I can get for her?" I asked for applesauce again, pretending that this did not just happen, and she asked if anyone was already looking for me. I just lied and said no. She left to go look, then this whole thing happened again. I gave up and asked someone else.

Allison and I enjoyed a quiet night in, watched Drop Dead Gorgeous and went to sleep early. Except we both had to wake up every 2 hours so I could make sure that she was alive and well.


Today was... interesting. During art I got a call from Courtney. Her dad was diagnosed with brain cancer three weeks ago, then he just died on Saturday. I feel so bad for her. We are putting together a package to send her after Thanksgiving. She isn't going to come back next semester, like she was originally supposed to.

John has been comparing my work to William T. Wiley lately, who I have never heard of before the past few weeks, but I am in love with his work. With the hidden checks and ampersands and the incorporated text, it is quite similar to my Arabic triptych.



I love the quote on this one, although this one is far different than his other work.



The Arabic triptych and the embellished vest print on a panel both turned out awesome, and I am really proud of them, although I have no idea how I am going to get the triptych home. It will not fit in my car.....

Tuesday, November 17

Friday at work Megan wrote me a story while I was working on the art auction. It is possibly the most amazing thing ever written.


To a Weezie. From a Weezie.

Once upon a time, there was a girl named W. Eezie who had a curtain of blond hair. One day, W. Eezie decided to go boysenberry picking. She put on her thinsulate trousers, her plaid shirt, and a pair of lopsided Uggs.

"Now," said W. "Where can I find a ripe patch of boisenberries?" W. Eezie scratched her blond head. She adjusted her thinsulate trousers. And she thought. And thought. And thought. And thought. W. Eezie started walking.

W. Eezie walked all the way to the general store. She walked past all of the tractor drivers and the pig breeders. W. Eezie adjusted her thinsulate trousers. She scratched her blond head. And she walked into the general store.

"Hello there Miss Eezie," said Farmer Sam, the general store proprietor. "Would you like to buy another bolt of plaid cloth?"

"No, Farmer Sam," said W, "I need to ask you something."

"Ask away!" said Farmer Sam, taking a puff from his pipe.

"Well, I'm looking for a patch of boysenberries" W. said.

"Boysenberries!" cried Farmer Sam, scratching his plaid-hat-encased head. "I don't rightly know! I'd say your best bet is to go to the land of Sweet Briar. I'm not sure if they have a boysenberry patch, but I know they have a briar patch!"

W. scratched her blond head. She adjusted her thinsulate trousers.

"Sweet Briar..." she murmured. "Later!" And off she ran.

But as soon as Kate got to Sweet Briar, she realized that there were no berries of any kind - except for a Merry Barry! So Kate settled for that. She rolled up the sleeves on her plaid shirt and she lived a very ghoulish, successful existence at Sweet Briar for the rest of her days.

Tuesday, November 10 - I Can't Stop Listening to These Songs

Apparently red Clay judging was due yesterday. I logged in to do it today. Oops.

Sitting at work, but doing work for Opera on the James, and starving. I want a banana with some Nutella. Yum.

I cannot stop listening to any of the following songs:



I love this video.









My god I want to go to Bonnaroo.

Sunday, November 8 - New York, Crystal Castles

I went to New York last weekend to watch my mom and her running group run in the NYC Marathon. Five years ago my mom was hilariously nonathletic, and here she is now, just finished her second marathon. I am really proud of her. Her entire running group did really well, all setting new PRs and finishing. The trip was really fun, otherwise, aside from getting there. My flight leaving Lynchburg was 3 hours later, thus creating a snow ball effect that left me stumbling into my hotel room at 2:00 am, trying not to wake everyone up.

The next day my mom and I went to the Brooklyn Museum. I don't know how I have never manged to go there, but I finally made it. I wanted to go to the Whitney but we ran out of time. I finally was able to see Judy Chicago's dinner party, and I didn't think I would ever see it. It was a thousand time more amazing in person than it is in photos. Its ginormous. We spent over an hour walking around it.

The day of the marathon I woke up with the runners and went with them to Staten Island at the crack of dawn. Shaun stayed back and slept, so I was left to catch another ferry and a subway back tot he hotel. It was about a two hour ordeal. But it was really nice, being able to just sit on the subway, listening to Crystal Castles at a deafening level and tuning out the rest of the world. I got off the subway about 10 blocks early so that I could just walk around, and it was oddly soothing. It was only about 8:00 by this point so there was not much going on, being a Sunday morning.

Shaun and I hung around for a few hours, and he went exploring into Times Square since he had never seen it, and I read and napped. When it was time for us to go to the bleachers at the finish, we though we only had to walk a few blocks, since he had scoped it out earlier. Oh no. No no no. We ended up getting do badly diverted that we had to run three miles through tunnels in Central Park, down by the zoo, jsut to get the 65th street where we were to begin with, basically. Shaun missed Traci finishing, but I hung around the 1/2 mile to go point and waiting on my mom. When I saw her I ran along with her for a bit. I didn't get to see her finish, though, since the bleachers were so congested.

The weekend has been really nice. I haven't stayed here and done nothing for quite a while. Friday night was the opening of the new gym. So Shep, Jenny, Sarah, and Lauren and I went to that an watched the Proposal with a bunch of girls. That was actually a really good movie. Then yesterday morning Jenny and I went and explored the new gym, played tennis, walleyball, raquetball, ran and worked out for a while. We were there for over 2 hours. Last night we were going to watch a movie, but we were both in too much pain to move. So Shep and I sat around, read, and I talked to Matt for a while.

The morning when I woke up I felt paralyzed. My back i in excrutiating pain, and my legs are urting so bad. I have not been this sore in a long time. I waddled over to breakfast and texted Jenny. She replied with, "Kate. I'm walking into Prothro right now and I look like I had really bad sex last night." And she did. It was hilarious. Shep was sitting a few tables over from us and was aparently laughing at us each time we had to slooooowly stand up and go get a fork or something. It was horrible.

I came back from breakfast and just collepsed back in bed, planning on never moving again.

No such luck.

Shep ended up convincing me to walk the lake trails with her, and that ended up being a lot of fun. The last time I did that was last February with Ashley and Jerri when the lake was still frozen over and we could walk on it. I want to go back to the field behind the lake with a blanket and just lay there. It was such a nice day.

Right now I am struggling to get up and go to my Voice meeting. I have no photos to add to the paper, and I honestly don't care. I want to quit, so badly, but I can't. Next year, not doing this again.

Oh and jussayin, I think that this song is the greatest song ever created. I think I listen to it over 20 times a day, for the past few weeks, and I have Rob doing the same.



I feel like this would be an amazing thing to experience live, although Alice sounds really rough live...