tiny splendor

Silently, in my room, I cried

I could feel You inside me.

You were already a part of me.

I keep the photo of You in my 

treasure box.  But secretly, 

I cherish Your photo most. 

Hotel California -- the Eagles

Great? Where do you get great?

Happy Saturday.
We ran out of regular coffee so I had to top off the filter with some blueberry flavored coffee.  It's not bad.  I don't put any sugar in my coffee.  Just a little soy milk.  I used to put regular milk but soy has just a touch of sweetness and its really creamy.  It compliments the blueberry well.  Haha look at me being all coffee snob.  geez.  Get a life. The blueberry smells really good though.

I think I wanna watch Seinfeld.  One of my housemates has the complete set.  I've seen a lot of them, but never in order.

Last night The Voices (in the Trees) [my brother's band] played last night at Speakeasy.  It was an alright show but the sound guy totally fucked up their performance.  They were echo-y and shit.  It was bad.  They said after that they could barely hear each other.  "There are good shows and bad shows." Seth Richardson

It is hard to "break up" with friends.  I have a friend and it's not like I could ever say to them "I don't think we should be friends anymore.  It's not working out." Because this person in particular would be very vengeful and talk trash to me and behind my back.  I might even worry about physical repercussions, such as keying my car or who knows.  They are a pretty creative person.  <_<  >_>

Oh the 80s.

I feel like I have found some friends that I am stuck being friends with.  Not just recently but like over the last 10 years haha. But that's good.  It makes life more interesting.  Also it should make you feel good if you have these kinds of friends in your life because it means that these people are genuinely interested in staying in touch with you.  Special.

Man, I've burned some plastic in my day.  I can't wait to start my job so I can get a paycheck and actually be able to save.  I want to get a tattoo and I think it's going to be a pretty decent size.  I am also starting to workout by walking at the moment but I plan to start run/walk/jogging (then just running eventually) fairly soon.

Hmm coffee needs a reheat...delicious

Song of the day is Sunshine of Your Love by Cream.
This is a pretty cool live video from 1968.  I love this song. O.O
They are so fucked up hahaa

Rapaciously,
Mav

I need to meet a decent man. Haha.

just Me and Lytta tonight

So it's been a while.
White grape cranberry juice is delicious!

So I'm back in Birmingham now.  I've been unpacking and it feels like I have twice as much stuff as I actually had.  Upon moving it all just multiplied.  Mated and spawned.  I've thrown a bunch of stuff away though.
It's kind of cathartic.  I've always wanted to do something like this. I have been decorating too.
I hung some curtains on my wall in this diagonal space.  I will upload a picture as soon as I frame and hang the poster I want right there too.  Then I upload the whole she-bang.
My brother's band practices in what was my moms old master bedroom.  Now it has been converted.  Windows padded over and furniture moved out and instruments moved in.  It's pretty cool.  They are here tonight practicing.  It's fun to hear the new stuff and the old stuff and the new riffs in old stuff.  It's fun.  It's not amazing clear because the wall is pretty muffly.  But I can still hear it pretty damn well.  Sometimes its really clear like when its just one person playing. But I guess that is the case any way.
I'm tired and hungry.  I wish I had more to say.

I met the kids that I am going to be nannying for.  They are so adorable.  The boy, Dawson, was having some slight separation stuff but the girl, Sydney, was completely fascinated with me.  She was playing with my sunglasses and my bracelets and my purse and the button on it and she just came and sat right in my lap.  It was so cute.  She just kept smiling at me.  Precious.  I can't wait to actually be nannying them so that I can instagram some photabulons!

So I may not have graduated college. I think that I needed a C in Shakespeare to graduate and I talked to my professor and she said if I got a C on the last paper and the final test then she would consider giving me a C.  Well I got a C on the paper.  People are just fucking bias.  It's been the semester from Hell.  And I thought I did pretty damn well on the final because I wrote what I thought was a pretty damn convincing essay for doing it on the spot.  But apparently I either did well on the final and she just decided not to give me a C or I didn't do well because my TA who grades all our shit thinks I am a slacker.
Also I wrote a really good Kafka paper for my World Lit class and she gave me a fucking D because she said I was misreading Kafka. WTF?! She gave us no guidelines at all for the paper.  Not even a length and then she says my ideas are wrong.  But isn't the point of a paper to explore our ideas? If she wanted me to write on something specific with a specific idea in mind then she should have given me a topic.

It's not that big of a deal I guess.  I still have my anthro degree. On the plus side I have found a decent paying job.  Just goes to show kids: you don't have to make perfect grades in school to get a decent paying job.

Fuck it.

Song of the day, brother: House of the Rising Sun by the Animals
dig it

I'm gonna go get some more food.......damn I wish we had milk......

Inquiringly,
Mav

Coy for Koi

Here is a poem (for a bit o' culture):

Ebb

The stone floor holds me steadfast

where I stand—the bass Vibrates into my

soles making my feet numb—my legs Jolt

            to the Thumping heartbeat in the speakers—

To and Fro my hips sway as an ocean in a storm;   fingers

            outstretched to the sky and spread wide—Tendrils of heavy

                        melody wrap and swirl around them.

                                    The tympans of my ears Enchanted by

                         pulsations, rhythmations, and incantations.

             sounds Dance around my body;  To the ends of the

                                    wisps of hair Falling around my face.  Swallowed

                                                into a world of harmonic cadence, I’m lost in a black

                                                            hole of colorful Undulating flow.

I have just recently found out that I may actually graduate.  Considering the suckyness of this semester and how it has absolutely killed me I am pretty ecstatic to be getting my second degree.  For a minute there I thought I might have to retake a class *dodges bullet* 

I think I want to study art now.  I took an art class this semester and loved it.  I want to get my teaching certification so that I can have that as a back up job if I need it at any point in my life.  Which I probably will.  I'd be a good teacher.  

Such a big turning point in my life is coming.  I have to go into the real world.  It's not as scary as I thought it would be.  I am really just super excited to get to go home and be with my family and friends. 

I think I'm going to take some classes at UAB.  But I'm gonna take a semester off. Fo shiznitz. I need a break and deserve one.  

Song of the day: Sail by AwolNation!!!

I looooove this song.  

I went to Byrdfest 4 this year.  I had so much fun! There was music and everyone was really friendly and people would just walk up and pack a bowl with you.  It was so nice.  I thought, "This is what it's about. People coming together to just enjoy the time and where we are in life right at the moment." There was music, but only really at night.  I don't remember any of the bands names (I went without even looking at who was playing.  It was less about the bands for me and more about just being there.) but there was this pretty decent Doors cover.

I loved being straight hippie for a couple days.  There were fire spinners of all different kinds: hula hoops, nun chucks, Chinese twirling sticks (or whatever they are called.  they look like this....rhythm/flower sticks?), long poles that looked like flags of fire, and some others too.  People also had hula hoops with lots of different colors.  My favorite things were the hula hoops and juggling balls that when held still looked like a buzzing white but when they moved they looked like a bunch of different colors.  It was great for my state of mind. 

There were parts of the trip that definitely made me think.  There is a difference between sticking to your guns and being completely unyielding in your mindset. It's good to be an individual and not just follow the crowd. There isn't one right way to do things.  It's just not that black and white, and if it was black and white then there would be no individuality in the first place! 

Saturday was great.  I woke up around 9:15 and turned to look at who else was awake in the tent and immediate got passed a pipe no questions asked. And we swam in the river and it was so pretty and it felt so good.  We ate shrooms and basked in the sun afterwards.  After that we just got extremely baked. One of the people I went with bought a gram of hash and packed it all into one bowl.  Oh my goodness... needless to say we all kind of zonked out in the tent about 3 hours later.  Everyone raged so hard Friday night and Saturday day that we were all exhausted by the night.  Even though I was up until midnight or so; I was a zombie.  

Sunday I woke up and it was fucking COLD! No one had zipped up the tent.  I had also brought a mattress pad (a twin) and when I went to get into bed at like midnight thirty (after walking ghostlike through the whole dark campground tripping to find it) I saw that three of the guys that came with us were laying with their top halves on it.  There was enough room for me and we slept like that.  Then I woke up in a cold sweat, yuck. But after getting up and getting dressed and packing up a little we had to chief an eighth because the guy that bought it couldn't take any back with him.  This was probably one of my favorite times of the weekend.  We were having trouble doing it because after 5 or 6 fat bowls we were like, "please, let it be done soon." So I suggested that we recruit people so one of the guys that came with us who was sitting in the door of the tent just yells at these guys walking by, "Hey, wanna help us smoke our weed." and they just came right over and we packed a second bowl and were passing around two.  It still took like 5 more bowls to kill it.  At one point we had a 10 person circle.  But I loved it. Like I said earlier, people coming together to share and just hang out and enjoy the moment (well maybe not everyone was enjoying the moment quite so much, but I know that I certainly did). 

I'd definitely go back again.  Except next time I'd bring more money (doh!) >.<

Well if you stuck through that whole post here is another song for you... Summer Breeze by Seals and Crofts

This doesn't have a video.  There are a lot of live ones, but the sound on them wasn't so great so here is one with great sound and you can check out the others if you feel so inclined. 

Insouciantly,

Mav