a girl called spokes
speak easythat was fantastic.
coffee with keller and lacey made my life. wine plans, summer living plans, life plans, we’re a solid group of people. i need to get out and see people more, it makes me feel so alive!
it’s weird having grandma here.
i feel like it’s been to recent since i’ve seen her last, and i am still easily irritated by her oddities.
think about it.
happy day of turkey. such an awesome one to come home to. rose early in my beddy, had a relaxing breakfast, then headed out to trinidad pier for the blessing of the fleet- apparently a tradition i had never heard of where people gather to bless the crab fishermen of the upcoming season. it was such a sweet ceremony, had a lot of soul with only one focus, nothing underlaying or subconsciously hidden underneath. we blessed and thanked the sea and the men who braved it, smelled burning herbs as a native american man did a ceremonial prayer, and listened to acoustic guitar music from a dispatch-eque guy. such a wholesome and selfless collection of positive people on a positive morning in my favorite place on earth- home. so grateful for everything i am provided with and lucky enough to be apart of. reconnecting with old friends for this weekend feels pressure-less and comfortable, no weird stresses of last thanksgiving. i feel so free and thankful. how cliche, but who’s to judge? i made an amazing pie, and every portion of the feast was perfect. mmm. didn’t overstuff and only am a pound heavier than this morning. stoked for an early morning bike ride tomorrow and a funk-tastic party at matt’s tomorrow eve. i miss sam, but i know he’s having a great time, as are my other eugenian and humboltonian friends.
currently sitting by the woodstove, in my favorite spot. penny sleeping at my feet, a unfinished puzzle on the floor, mom reading the eye on her chair and dad doing some work on his laptop in his. this is where i want to be and this is what i must cherish. damn. lucky.
thanksgivin’ eve morning.
that’s what it is! we just made some hearty pumpkin pancakes to send everyone on their festive way. didn’t have much though, way too thick and heavy for my liking. for the last cousple days, i’ve consistently weighed a pound or so over 110. no good. too bad tomorrow is the national day of pigging the fuck out. whatever…i’ll deal.
i feel sick to my stomach now due to hearing troy cough and hack forever in the shower room right before i took a shower. he really grosses me out :/ blaaaah
i have no idea what i’m packing all my stuff into today! i need to finish jayme’s present!
did you know: i am now listening to v. v. classy classical tunes via the radio.
byeeeee
apple cider on the mind.
mm mmm delicious, it fueled me all the way to work on this unbearabley cold day. i don’t mind though, becuase i’m homeward bound tomorrow! stoked. last night i helped sam with his presentation for class and i felt quite intelligent. sometimes i can tell that he’s irritated i know more than him at times. ha! can’t wait to see family, jayme, penny, etc.
sam + caffiene.
is the cutest and rarest thing to ever observe. i made him a coco and coffee mixture the other morning and he was hit immediatley, leaping around like a seven year old boy with ridiculous adhd.
i just don’t want to forget the moment when a old man jogged by as we were saying our goodbyes outside the lorax. “okay okay” he said, enthusiastically. ” i’ve got to go run with him now!” and bounded away. oh i love him.
defrostin’.
just arrived home from a freezing bike ride down river road with john z. and molly in search of the best burrito in town. unfortunaly it was CLOSED, but we hit up good ol’ burrito boy instead. mm mm mmm. and hot chocolate when we got back. still have numb nubs of feet though. so sam & the boys are slaughtering their three turkeys for thanksgiving today. i have mixed feelings about this. it seems way too heavy that they are killing them in their own backyard, and just a lot of work (plucking, etc.). it just seems like a lot of stress for these guys a few days before thanksgiving. on the other hand, there turkeys could be slaughtered in a much less humane manner, and i trust that the guys have the best intentions. they just don’t always think enough before doing things. except travis, he seems to be the most level-headed in the house. i hope it’s a fast and clean kill…it’s not too happy to think about.
grandma called today! ha. i love her.
the campbell club was busted last night after a loud frisbee party, everyone who lived in the house was written up. so bogus. the stories i hear (which i assume are true) sound so disrespectful towards the co-ops. what do the police have against us?
man i really don’t want to do my chores.
start.
so last night, after eating a third of a dumpstered trader joe’s pecan pie leaving me in a sickly state in my room, i decided to tell sam about this problem. it felt so dramatic and unnecessary, it’s just a frusterating battle to me. even though this doesn’t sound too reassuring, i feel like a clean slate, like i can start anew before it’s too late. i am so far from having to ‘emotionally eat’, my life is so SO GOOD. so it’s ridiculous and something i should not even both about. that’s that.
we went to spencer’s butte this morning and it was beautiful! right when we got to the top, the clouds blew away reveling all the open farmlands of fall. oh hoorah! sushi night soon. wheeee.
molly’s playing cat powers in her room. her music is not very diverse. i feel sad about johnathon, i feel like molly is in the same place sam was at when i was at my lowest. she’s gotta know it’s not her problem to solve, just to aide in finding the solution.
registered.
INFO HELL
SPANISH
WESTERN HISTORY
blaaaaah. should be terrible but at least i got into them! anddddd lacey & melissa are taking info hell too, so we can kill people together. to go or not to go to the hot springs tonight? i don’t want to let raquel down, but it’s a long trip, plus i kind of want to get silly with lacey and go to bed early-ish, tomorrow’s going to be packed. love.
