
Sunday, August 31, 2008
11:11

Saturday, August 30, 2008
the dorm (part two).
Friday, August 29, 2008
the dorm. (part 1)
Thursday, August 28, 2008
In Today's Headlines.
Passages
I have returned from Camp Parsons (a little sore but) in one piece. The experience was pretty radical. Hood Canal is very very beautiful and I absolutely love the ocean. After a two hour bus ride under my pile of stuff and above a heater that was burning my legs, we arrived at the camp in the most beautiful green forest. The leaders were slightly too energetic for a group of freshman that had just woken up from a 2 hour nap. We played a lot of games and sang some songs that I basically heard all summer, so I was ahead of the game. After our arrival, our group packed, ate lunch, and hung out. We then did a swim test. We had to jump into the FREEZING ocean! But it was super fun and then we got to jump off the pier and it was a really good time. After waiting it out for the downpour to stop, we left for our overnight canoe trip. We went about five miles in a mild drizzle, but as it started to get sunny 2 full double rainbows appeared over the mountains and water. It was so beautiful. As we got closer to our destination a group of seals started following us, and when we reached the stream, at least twenty were watching us and wondering what we were. We then reached a stream, rolled up our pant legs, and dragged our canoes upstream. We reached the campsite, changed, got set up, ate, and went to bed. We slept in the next morning and ate oatmeal with fresh blackberries that we had collected. At noonish we headed out and ate lunch out floating in the ocean. When we reached camp our group just hung out before eating dinner and going to the hoedown. I wasn't a huge fan of the hoedown, but it was something to do, and I met quite a few more people. The third day, we had our choice of activites, and in the morning my group went to a David Sedaris reading on the pier. We napped all morning. Then in the afternoon, we split up, and I chose to attend a discussion on gender in America. It was really interesting and a lot of people had very interesting and scholarly points to make. After that, we ate dinner and went to our closing campfire. We didn't get on the bus until nine-fricken-o'clock. I was so dirty and disgusting that when I got back, I raced straight for the shower! After I was squeaky clean, I headed to bed. It was a good couple of days, but I am very glad to be back on campus!
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Friday, August 22, 2008
Traffic

Today. Today is the day that it all starts. This new phase. This independent phase; something I've been mentally preparing myself for for weeks and months and years. The trip out was fabulous: rain, sun, cold and warm. I sat in the stuffed backseat and simply watched Dexter (which I highly highly recommend.) We are in Tacoma as I write this. My dad was driving, my mom was freaking, and I was contemplating the similarities between freeway traffic and my own life. I'm moving so quickly in the direction of my future. As I careen down these 6 lanes of my life, there are a lot of exits, but I don't bother getting off. I just keep moving. I have to slam the brakes sometimes. I swear sometimes. I apologize sometimes, and sometimes I just don't give a crap whether I am completely in control or totally reckless. And as I go, I ask myself a few questions: Am I moving at a speed I can handle? Am I controlling this car, or is it controlling me? Should I slow down so I can see the scenery passing me by? Am I following some kind of compass or just my own instincts? Should I be following something besides why my own insides tell me? Where is this road taking me? Does it even matter as long as I get there?
Oh well...I probably would have let some of this stuff get to me before. But I'm making a conscious decision. Do what you want. I'm on to brighter things. Today.
Monday, August 18, 2008
the cut-and-dye
The Bebes!
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Megan.
In other news, my countdown is down to four days. Four ridiculously short days. I'm trying to get everything packed, but I have so much STUFF in my room that it is a difficult task. Luckily most of my clothes are packed; next shoes, then other stuff. I'm excited to go to Tacoma, to meet people, take classes, live on my own(ish)... but at the same time, I'm anxious about leaving my family (especially Harlee) and the home I have lived in all of my life.
The past week of my life, since I've returned from camp has been one of the happiest I've had in over a year. I just realized that so much pressure is gone after all the crap I've gone through this summer. I had an epiphany, and in my moment of total clarity, I realize that I won't miss a lot about great falls, and that a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I can breathe again. And I also realized that I have done a lot of growing up this summer than I never would have been able to handle before. All I need is my family and solidarity in my individuality and I am set. I'm not going to find myself by blindly searching, so I'm going to have to create myself instead. And I'm happy with that. I'm happy with the pieces of my life that are falling together into a beautiful puzzle-scene.
