i don't wanna grow up...

When I'm lyin' in my bed at night

I don't wanna grow up

Nothin' ever seems to turn out right

I don't wanna grow up

How do you move in a world of fog

That's always changing things

Makes me wish that I could be a dog

When I see the price that you pay

I don't wanna grow up

I don't ever wanna be that way

I don't wanna grow up

Seems like folks turn into things

That they'd never want

The only thing to live for

Is today...

I'm gonna put a hole in my TV set

I don't wanna grow up

Open up the medicine chest

And I don't wanna grow up

I don't wanna have to shout it out

I don't want my hair to fall out

I don't wanna be filled with doubt

I don't wanna be a good boy scout

I don't wanna have to learn to count

I don't wanna have the biggest amount

I don't wanna grow up

Well when I see my parents fight

I don't wanna grow up

They all go out and drinking all night

And I don't wanna grow up

I'd rather stay here in my room

Nothin' out there but sad and gloom

I don't wanna live in a big old Tomb

On Grand Street

When I see the 5 o'clock news

I don't wanna grow up

Comb their hair and shine their shoes

I don't wanna grow up

Stay around in my old hometown

I don't wanna put no money down

I don't wanna get me a big old loan

Work them fingers to the bone

I don't wanna float a broom

Fall in love and get married then boom

How the hell did I get here so soon

I don't wanna grow up

I Don't Wanna Grow Up by Tom Waits (as performed by the Cold War Kids)

busy busy bees.

The concert changed my life. I'm having a wonderful week. I will expand upon this idea later. <3

lifetime

Here is the second lifetime project summary I wrote. I'll definitely post when I write the real paper, but for now, here is the next portion.

"I never went to daycare and was always cared for by my parents. My mother credits this constant attention and interaction between my parents, my sister and myself with my early development of talking. I babbled relentless, and after being spoken to by my parents as well as my older sister, I started to speak simple words such as Dada and mama and actually understand them at six months of age. By 10 months I had developed a significant vocabulary including the words bird and Oma, as well as a baby form of my sister’s name, Kirsten. My mother and sister also spoke early, so my quick development might have come from a genetic predisposition for early words. My father is fluent in German, and so I grew up hearing some words in German and picking up simple words and phrases such as “guten morgen,” “danke,” and “bitte” once I reached early childhood. This exposure also may have led to my predisposition to learning languages quickly and easily.

My parents were very involved in my early development. I never attended daycare and spent all of my time with my parents and older sister. However, this type of environment did not cause me to be over dependant on my parents. I was potty-trained before I turned two because I wanted to be. I saw that my older sister didn’t wear diapers, and I didn’t want to wear them either. It was like this that much of my development occurred.  I wanted to dress myself, feed myself, and play my own games. I engaged in gender stereotype play such as playing with a kitchen and playing with dolls of my own accord, but I also enjoyed playing in the sandbox or on the swing-set and playing with playmobile.

After they realized what an independent streak I had, my parents developed an involved but non-controlling approach to parenting. Their parenting style would best be classified as permissive. Because they didn’t try to control my life, I was able to learn to motivate myself and achieve for my own happiness and not to please them. They were very involved in my life, but didn’t exert much control over my choices, preferring to allow me the independence I strove for since infancy. Weeks after my seventh birthday, I was allowed to attend a week of resident camp hours from my home because I wanted to go. According to my father, he was far more upset about the separation than I was. I believe it is this parenting choice that has allowed me to change and restructure myself so much differently than my infancy should have allowed for." 

plans...

i have some. i'm not sharing until i work out more details, but i absolutely have some.

i also got a haircut, as pictured above. lastly, harlee has begun potty training! wooh! <3

natural anthem...

Here is another little bit of the crafting I did a couple weekends ago. I'm hoping to do a bit more this weekend if I don't have too much to do. I think I might have an essay due on Monday, so Sunday will be for that, but Saturday might just be a happy happy craft day for myself. My embroidering and button hole skills are improving for sure. I can't even imagine what they'll be like after this summer. <3

when you were young...

like a tree of wild bees...

I've been on a bit of a kick recently. An Iron and Wine, Bright Eyes, Decemberists, Muse kick. Play, listen, repeat. Play, listen, repeat. But my whole life is running that way a little. Sleep, class, homework. Sleep, class, homework. It rained today. It poured today. And, per Murphy's law of weather, as soon as I put on my rain boots, it quit. It did start up again. I even heard rumors that it is supposed to snow tonight. I'm quite sad, because I was really really enjoying jogging outside. It hasn't even bugged my ankle, maybe because I've been running on a track instead of on pavement. I feel a little thrown off that I won't be doing that this evening. I have a psychology test to study for but it is getting difficult because it is more difficult than the last exam. I'll get it done though. I've included a few photos of my teapot, and my teacup, and their new home in my windowsill next to my photos of the fam. I love them so much and use them quite frequently. I was also thinking about how much I would like to have photos taken this summer. Well.... I had better go back to my work. I have a bit of it to do. Have a great monday night everyone. <3

Happy Easter!

Here are some shots I grabbed of the eggs dyed by myself, my roommate, and our friends Maddie, Serena and Andy. I though I'd post them and say I had a wonderful weekend, and Mariska will hopefully be here next weekend before I shut myself in self-imposed isolation to get my work done. Nothing like last weekend, but still work none the less.

I hope everyone has a wonderful Easter. <3

the sun is up, the sky is blue, it's beautiful, and so are you.

Spring is finally arriving in Tacoma. After weeks and weeks and weeks and weeks of grey and grey and grey and rain, the clouds parted and 3 days of sunny, warm, beautiful 70 degree weather ensued. Everyone poured onto the lawn to work, lay, and play frisbee and soccer. 

Now we're back to grey, but it is bright and the birds are chirping and there are daffodils and other various flowers and plants blooming. The trees are blossoming like crazy in big white and pink bundles, and the grass is an intense shade of neon green and yellow. When strolling around campus in the morning, birds are chirping, girls are wearing brightly colored dresses, and smiles can be seen now that everyone has stocked up on Vitamin D. At night, the fountain gushes invitingly, people are still outside, and the smell of Jasmine can be detected at several key locations around campus.

I'm digging it so much! I'm excited for spring. It is ridiculously hard to believe that I'm almost finished with my first year of college. 5 weeks left after this one is finished. I'm prepared for next year, and I'm down to some final projects being my only work for this year, and I'm expecting to get pretty good grades. Better than last semester is even a definite possibility. No more crazy three essay weekends like this one. More like minimal work, maximum play weekends, although I will by no means slack off.

I'm excited for warm days and even sunny days. On Monday, I slathered myself in sunscreen and laid in the sun just to soak it up, and I enjoyed every second of it. I plan on enjoying any more sunny days that come my way. The warmth also has inspired a bit of a resurrection of my motivation, and the warmer nights lead to opportunities such as jogging outdoors, and other things I much prefer to going to the gym.

I've started making a list of things I want to do this summer. They are small simple things like make potato stamp cards, paint with Harlee, reading different books, but they have me completely looking forward to my summer. 

I hope everyone else is anxiously anticipating the arrival of spring as, well, anxiously as I am.

I will try to write more later.

<3

Fall 2009

Here is my schedule for the fall, it is all registered and everything. The intro to writing fiction class is in light yellow because I'm only taking it if I don't get into the history class from the waitlist. According to my peer advisor though, the offered courses this semester is leaner than usual so she was predicting that more people will get in off the wait list, and I'm only number 4 on the list, so hopefully I'll get in. If not, fiction writing here I come. :D

driftin'

A few more photos from the parental's visit including the only photo I took of Dad! I'm currently working on my three essays that are due tomorrow; one is almost finished.

So perhaps I'll be able to write something more in depth tomorrow. Love you. Later <3

it'll be you and me, up in the trees...

A few shots I snapped while down at point defiance with the 'rents. I am still into photography Dad, however writing papers and attempting to get enough sleep comes first. I shall prove it to you this summer when I'm not incredibly busy every moment of every day. <3