RIP Wes Something? "Wish I coulda built those forts"

Oh my goodness. It's been such a crazy week! I have SO many pictures to update, but I'm far too fucking tired right now. I'll do a day by day rewind, plus pictures, and then a recap of the last few days. So, tomorrow will be a six post kind of day. My busiest blog day thus far!

I'm listening to this over and over, and it's making me so sad. I CRUSHED singing this song last night, though. Crushed it hard.

For now, it's time to go to sleep. I watched Across the Universe, had a few drinks (too many, honestly), edited photos, and now I'm about to watch Labyrinth for the seven minutes before I pass the fuck out. It was a fantastic spring break, and my traveling starts all over again in five days. Then Alabama. Then Florida. I'm so excited, but so exhausted thinking about all of it.

Time to sleep. Goodnight, moon.

The tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever

The last couple of days have been interesting, to say the least.

School is over for now (the tiniest slice of a respite, bu I'll fucking take it).

I'm trying to figure out all of the things I want to cram into my weekend in Virginia. There's a botanical garden right next to the airport, so I may hit that up before I even check in to my hotel. Take a few quick shots, wander around, detox from sitting on a plane...though I am SO excited to take pictures of people at the airport. I always see such strange, beautiful people when I fly. The last time I flew, on the way to Michigan I was too preoccupied with where I was going that I didn't take notice, and then on the way home, I was too busy weeping to pay attention to anything other than my own misery. I did buy a new notebook for writing, just in case. And I think I may print out my Ashes to Ashes story so I can maybe continue it if I get bored throwing my loose ramblings down. There are also a shitload of boats to be seen, or so I've heard, so maybe I'll get around to taking pictures of them. Maybe. We'll see. I won't be there for very long, and that doesn't make for a very solid promise of seeing interesting new things.

I went to the aquarium today, and it was fucking PACKED. To the god damn gills (puns!). I kept trying to take photos, but I was being jostled and children were everywhere, being hateful, noisy children, so I got too frustrated to concentrate. I haven't gotten to look through those photos yet, but I'm not expecting anything good.

Tomorrow night is the first leg of the photo trip. Dead Horse Mill actually WON'T be happening, because it's not as close as I thought it was to Silverton. But these things happen. the Pueblo Sand Dunes might happen, though! We'll see. I'm currently trying to stay up so I can be exhausted enough to go to sleep as seven tomorrow night, since we leave at 1 am.

I don't know what I've done t deserve some of the very good people in my life. I feel like a lot of people say that. Perhaps it's being disingenuous, or it's an attempt at humility. I honestly don't, though. There are people who intensely care about me, and want to do things for me, and I haven't the foggiest idea as to why.

This staying up thing is going poorly. It's 1am, and I'm blasted. I think it's time for bed.

Let's team up, you and I against the universe

What's going to be weird about this entry is I'm actually wildly happy. I'm in a fantastic mood, I'm looking forward to going to the gym with Allen this afternoon, I'm even excited about going to class tonight (even though I despise my professor). Stevie and I are supposed to hang out tonight, I have my photo trip in a few days, I'm going to Virginia in sixteen days, I'm going to see my mom, my sister, and my very best friend in two months, I got the most AMAZING letter of reference for job hunting (which I'll start when I get back from Virginia)...it's just a good, good day.

But.

I was doing research on candid photos (I told Derek that we should hit up farmer's markets in a few months to take pictures of everything and everyone there), so I dug up my very favorite photography book to specifically look up this photo:

In an Insane Asylum, Turin, Italy (Raymond Depardon, 1979)

This is my very favorite photo, and has been for years and years and years. I can never remember the title of it, and I don't carry my book with me at all times. It's too big, or I would. It's such an amazing picture. It's the most brutal, honest, gorgeous, heartbreaking thing, and  it's perfect.

I found a few other photos when I Google-searched this one:

I don't know the title of this. :/

Or this one....

Or even this one.

But they're all wonderful. They're the closest things I can find to showing how it feels in my head when I'm in a downshift. And that, oddly, makes me happy. It helps me feel not so alone. And while I don't need that reminder right now, I imagine that, in the future. it's going to be perfect.

I'm not perfect, but I'm this, that, and this.

One more week. One more fucking week of class, and then a blissful week of absolutely nothing. 

I.

Can't.

Fucking. 

WAIT. 

I feel upset today. I'm talking to Allen about it, and I'm highly bothered. Ugh. 

"Time flies by." They all sang along

I had to sit at home to wait for Comcast yesterday. So, what does a girl like me do in that situation? She day drinks!!

This is my new boyfriend. He's delicious.










Comcast showed up right when they were supposed to, which pleased me greatly. Apparently, the problem was that when the last fellow from Comcast came out to work on somebody else's cable, he added a splitter and that's what fucked up my internet and On Demand. But I have it back now. Hooray!

Here's what I'm listening to now:

The video is insanely fucking weird. Like, "not enough words for how weird this is"weird. It's some next level shit. But the song is so good. It makes me kind of sad. I went out and bought the actual CD last night, because I liked this song so much. The first few songs I've listened to are pretty damn good (for instance, I really like the song Telescope. A lot. For various reasons), but they all make me sad. For various reasons. I suppose it's just one of those weeks where that's the music I need to be listening to .

I have tutoring this afternoon, I have physics homework to finish (escape velocity! I love it so much!!), and a synthetic argument to hash out in three days. BUT!!!!!!!! Spring break! Spring break is next week. Oh my god, I am so fucking excited. I heard a rumor that my professors have been joking about giving homework over spring break, which would be divine. I know I have an exam in astronomy when I get back from break, but that's whatever. OH my god. I'm so excited for break. Yes yes yes yes yes yes.

Through the lies and the sins that ride the wind that blew

God. Fucking. Dammit. 

Now that that's out of the way, let's push forward!

I lost approximately 80% of my nose making this black and white. But that's ok. Those are my new glasses, which are far too big for this silly face of mine. But they're pretty!

I also finally got around to buying myself a watch with a HUGE face. It's a glittery turquoise inside, and the face has small little crystals around it. Wait, technology is a magical thing:

I'm not sure if I'll be able to go to the aquarium tomorrow as planned, because Comcast fucking sucks and can't get a technician out until 1-3. I'm supposed to meet up with Derek there to hang out, because he got back from the field a few days ago and I haven't gone to go say hi to him yet. I'm trying to find someone to hang out at the house so I can go to Denver exactly like I planned, but that probably won't work out.

Also, fuck you, Denver. If you were any kind of nice, you'd close your airport for the next two days.

I can't stop listening to this song:

My brain is jumbled up.

Still I'd rather be a pen than a sword

Spring break photography trip is officially happening. I'm pretty excited. It'll be short, but covering a lot of ground, so fairly whirlwind, as well. I think the plan is Texas, Durango, Silverton, home. I also think a train is involved? Maybe? I don't know all of the details yet, because I just don't.

I'm sitting at my desk in my room, finishing up my homework and daydreaming about universe things (like differential rotation! Oh Sun. You are so fascinating!), and I look over at my boys in their new, huge house. They've isolated Charlie, because he's a fucking dick that bites and bites HARD. So Figaro, Andes, and Bullet are in a big clump of rat in their hammock while Charlie sulks in the wicker nest. They may be clumped because it's extremely cold in my room, and they don't want to, you know, die. I had my window open, even though it's gusting wind and snow and sleet and all manner of unfriendly elements in here.

Allen is playing Titanfall in the living room, and I can hear his huge nerd boner from here. He keeps praising the game under his breath, and it's hilarious. I still haven't beaten Thief, and I don't think tonight is that night. I have studying to do and a paper to write, and also an extra credit review of Cosmos to write. Which will be an absolute pleasure, make no mistake.

I don't understand the inefficiency of the boxes offered at the post office.

I'm going to have to break Allen out of his shell in an hour so we can go to the gym, and I'm sure he won't be pleased.

Stevie and I are planning on watching Wreck-It Ralph tomorrow night. On her insistence. I'm hoping I have enough work done to justify the two hours that'll take tomorrow night. I have an exam in accounting that I'd really like to set ablaze and set on my professor's desk, because I hate accounting. But, you know, I'd get in trouble. And I hate trouble. I don't know how I'm going to fit all of this stuff in tonight. I'm probably only going to spend an hour at the gym, but in a week and a half, I can sort of relax. I am SO looking forward to this trip.

I may make a trip to Sephora to pick up my Stainiac, because I miss having it. It's really the only good thing that came out of my Birchbox subscription, which is why I stopped subscribing. I'm rambling.

Back to the homework grind!

But before I go, have this:

You're welcome.