Through the ordinary world

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I'm going through some weird shit right now.

Trying to catch the deluge in a paper cup

So, while I edited the photos to today's excursion, I listened to Duran Duran's Ordinary World and Come Undone, and while I post them here, I'm listening to Don't Dream It's Over by Crowded House. Up next: Depeche Mode's Enjoy the Silence.

And away we go!

These are not in order of where we stopped today.

Derek and Nick climbed all the way up to the top of the Dunes to take their photos. I, however, didn't want to take the same pictures they did. So I wandered around elsewhere instead. And there Nick goes, trudging his way up those unbelievably difficult to walk dunes.

 Don't worry, dollface. I've opened the door for you. Ladies first into the murder truck!

And after the murder truck, I'll drag your corpse here, into my freshly methed out basement. You're going to love it here.

 Murder truck jokes aside, this is my favorite picture of the day. I love it so much.

 This field had a sign in front of it that said, "Scenic Point of Interest". Fucking TOTALLY. Who doesn't love a good field? Though I'm pretty sure there were antelope, not deer, all about the thing.

 I asked Derek to stop and pull over so I could take pictures of those turbines, which didn't really work out. While I was trying to get SOMETHING, Nick thought it would be fun to get his picture taken in the middle of the road, posed laying down while reading a magazine and drinking his energy drink as Derek took  his picture. I kept hearing "CAR!" every few minutes.

 I despise this photo, but it was the best of the fifteen picture bunch, and it was the closest to the angle I actually wanted. So I'm posting it, because of reasons. The...uh...one I just cited.

 I had to haul ass across the dunes to get to a good enough vantage point for this picture. My quads burn, and two hours hiking these bad boys is going to hurt like hell tomorrow, but it was so worth it.

 Your sign SAYS No Trespassing, you creepy, abandoned factory of some sort, but I know you want me.

 Eh. Just for texture clues. This building was wonderfully run down.

 Power lines! This was taken from the window, as the car rolled down the highway at a breezy 85 miles an hour. I'm pretty pleased with it, considering those variables.

 That's a rainbow in the corner, in case you had no idea what it was.

How woefully underexposed. :(

I'm fucking exhausted. It's 2:15, and I did so much walking and hiking and when I came home and took my clothes off, sand just poured out of everywhere. I'm going to turn on The Prophecy and crash the fuck out.

If you're lonely, why would you say you're not lonely?

But I really don't want to keep doing homework. :(

Isn't the semester over yet?

I'm sitting on my couch wearing my flounciest dress, because sometimes, I like to feel pretty. Well, I like to feel pretty ALL the time, but it just doesn't work out that way for the most part.

I'm reading about Mars, and I feel exceptionally bored.

I'm still working on this whole "acting like a grown up" thing. Some things are harder than others. For instance, I've been working on using actual quality (read: more expensive than drug store stuff) make-up. It's been a slow replacement process, and the last thing I bought was a tube of 25 dollar mascara (which, honestly, was the best make-up purchase of my life thus far. This shit is INCREDIBLE, and my eyes look like god damn miracles. This is legitimately the kind of difference that mascara makes. My eyelashes are already pretty long, and fairly nice, so with They're Real, they really do look fake. And I love it). I still have to replace my primer, foundation, concealer, and powder, but that's going to take ages. I'm working on it. I started budgeting at the beginning of the year, which, apart from one huge thing, has gone fucking swimmingly. I've begun to try...for the most part...to act my age, as well. Which includes not being so outrageous. I wouldn't say I've stopped being myself altogether, just that I've learned here it's appropriate to not exercise restraint, and where I should actually act like a classy, classy lady. I'm getting better. I don't know what snapped me into this. Well, that's not true. I do know. But it doesn't matter.

Ugh. Ok. Back to this ridiculous fucking grind.

If you're crazy, I don't care; you amaze me

I'm going through one of my semi-monthly kicks where I just can't stop listening to The Fratellis. I ALWAYS forget about this song, but it's fairly lovely and sweet:

I stayed out until 2:40 this morning for the eclipse. I would have stayed out to watch the moon un-eclipse itself, but I was SO fucking cold and exhausted. I'm about to go through the photos. I didn't really take many of the moon. I got frustrated because I couldn't figure out why the lights were being so fucking bizarre. So I took pictures of other things.

I'm so nervous about today. Hopefully it goes well. In the meantime, I'm going to edit my photos.

Tell me something I don't know

I'm listening to this on repeat this morning, because I fucking love this song, and while it's heavily domestic abuse-y, I don't mind. It puts me in a good mood.

I had a pretty good weekend. Allen, Derek, and I went out for dinner, then Allen and I went home and watched Dark Skies (because it's horror movie time in our house!), and I fell asleep. Allen and I woke up early Sunday morning and went to see Captain America, which I actually really enjoyed. The rest of the day was super lazy.

To backtrack, I had my faded hair touched up by Melissa on Saturday. Here's how it went:

SOMEONE RIPPED OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD. I've been scalped!

I am so totally cool as fuck. Snap, mother fuckers.

I am so terrible at selfies. Pictures in general, really. But there we go. My hair is set until I go to Alabama (one month and a few days! Yay!).

If the song up there isn't your speed, try this on for size:

Hands down, one of my favorites of theirs. Right alongside Cecilia and Bridge Over Troubled Waters.

I have to go back to studying now. Booooooo.

Edit:

I forgot to post this.

It's so hard to pick a favorite. I love all of these so much.

You can lead a horse to fresh water, but you can't teach it how to be ok when you decide to leave

There won't really be anything of substance in here.

It's 9, I've been up for an hour and a half. It's quiet in my house, I'm drinking my coffee with the window open, the sun is shining and the cool breeze is delightful. I'm reading my Psychology Today and enjoying this morning to myself immensely. Spending the morning this way is not without a huge pang of sadness in the back of my silly little heart, because I miss waking up, going into the kitchen to make myself golden chai tea, and then curling up on the couch to read whatever book I was immersed in while Dan still slept, but so it goes.

45 days until I see some of the people I miss most in the world, and three more months until I see my daddy (the person I DO miss most in the world, for those of you playing the home game).

Even with the sadness, it's still a fucking gorgeous way to spend my morning.

Swing your little ax, or be an oak tree, if you can.

I didn't have class today, so I stayed home and made spreadsheets instead. I've spent the last SIX HOURS on these two spreadsheets. Those six hours have included extensive research. I'm tired of it all now, so I'm taking a break.

Allen and I are looking at gifs on Reddit, because we live productive lives, and he found this one:

It makes me so sad and nostalgic.

Allen has moved on to the gnarly parts of Reddit. I'm keeping my eyes mostly closed, only peeking when he tells me it's safe.

I'm going to try and run in an hour. I won't be able to try tomorrow, I have too much stuff to do, plus it's supposed to snow. I have a month and a half to whittle myself down more before I go to Alabama, and then another three months before Florida, where I'll be a beach bum for an entire week. I really have missed running, which is still so weird to admit.

I have nothing very interesting to say, really.