running in a thunderstorm.

pause for a second. i just want to give myself a pat on the back for posting something other than a list. aka, i'm posting a poem. go me. it'll probably be awful, but that's just fine with me. and the title of this post is not the title of the poem like it normally is if i'm posting a poem. i don't know what the title of the poem is. i suppose you could just say it's untitled. but that's besides the point. here:

There comes a point in time
when you’re running, maybe
a minute in, or maybe
you’ve already been running for ten
miles. When you don’t know,
when you’re not quite sure
if it’s the sweat that’s swimming
down your leg or if there was a sudden
downpour of rain. Or if in the dark,
black sky you’re seeing lightning
take over like a shark takes over a
small lake or if you’re actually
just a second away from blacking
out completely into the asphalt below
your tingling legs. You get so far
and so concentrated on just continuing
that maybe you even forget why you
started running in the first place.
Making your way down a soccer field
to score a goal? Playing tag in your muddy
backyard with the newly adopted puppy—
trying to avoid all the slobber you possibly
can? Running to lose a few extra pounds
from that night you broke down after
he felt like just packing up and leaving?
Or was that an entire week of breaking down?
Or maybe. Maybe you never even knew
why you were running in the first place.
And that actually. Actually, you might
never know until you end up someplace else.

i got a really sparkly bandaid today.

so i think if you go to the doctor's office
1. you shouldn't have to wait two hours after your appointment to even be talked to at all.
2. they doctor shouldn't judge you if you can't give a urine sample. sorry, i can pee on command. it doesn't mean i'm doing drugs.
3. they shouldn't just bring in a shot without warning. i didn't know that was going to happen, surprisingly i was alright.
4. they should probably make sure that old men aren't wandering around in random rooms so that they walk into my room and sit down. awkward? i think so.
5. make sure it doesn't smell in there. like wet dog.
6. if they put a sign up about something, they should make sure it's proper grammar. (i understand that sometimes i suck at my grammaticalness on my blog, but they have plenty of time to look over a simple poster. i'm not going to take my time to reread my posts when i'm just way to lazy to do something like that). anyways,  " ATTENTION PATIENTS'! " doesn't make sense because the patients aren't possessing anything. didn't you go to college? do i really want you to be giving me a shot?

so, i think that those things should be fixed before i go there next time or i might think twice.

decisions, decisions.

1. to clean my room today or tomorrow?
2. what to wear to the movies tonight?
3. so i know i want to double major in speech pathology and creative writing. but creative writing-poetry or -fiction?
4. whether or not to take this one class in the fall?
5. should i have a pool party tomorrow?
6. everything about college? ..although i'm pretty set on pittsburgh
7. a certain something with a certain someone? although i don't want to get into details?
8. whether or not to actually post this blog with all of it's nothingness?

let's do it.

i just didn't want to come home.

positives about the university of pittsburgh
1. the campus is beautiful!
2. and safe.
3. there's another girl named Sydney and we literally bonded over this because neither of us have every met a Sydney our age before.
4. they have the two majors i want: speech pathology and creative writing.
5. it's a really great school.
6. i like how the dorm rooms are set up, and the building they're in.
7. i like how the speech pathology building is called a waffle, because that's what it looks like.
8. i already made tons of friends there.
9. they play ULTIMATE FRISBEE. favorite.
10. and they play it on this really big beautiful lawn in front of the cathedral of learning.
11. which apparently is the second largest learning building in the world. or country. i don't remember. but the one that beat it only won because of a big antenna they glued on top. but the cathedral of learning is too good for any lame antenna.
12. free transportation with my Pitt ID. woot
13. it's far enough away for me to feel like i'm moving a step up in life. but not far enough away for my parents to freak out. i wouldn't want that.
14. the library is HUGE.
15. the food there was delish.
16. they play quidditch. win.

i could keep going and going and going and going and going, but i should probably stop here. this list is pretty much for me to relive my happiness of the two days i spent in pittsburgh this weekend. if you haven't already caught on, i love it there.

good things about my visit to columbus, because you care.

1. catching up with an old friend who moved down here between 7th or 8th grade who i haven't seen since then.
2. the amazing movie theater down here called 'rave motion pictures' that LITERALLY is like a rave inside.
3. insanely cheap dresses at an insanely fansy looking store.
4. they actually have purple crocs.
5. having 24 hour access to a treadmill.
6. four random guys and two random girls from a Navy program thinking i was a part of the program.
7. getting hit on by a really cute guy who's going into the Navy.
8. playing chicken in the pool with these people.
9. and beating them all.
10. making one of the best purchases of my life: a reptar bookbag.
11. j. alexander's milk-less milkshake. because we all know that doesn't make sense.

anybody have an umbrella?

reasons i'm crying:
1. i don't know.
2. i don't know.
3. i don't know.
4. i don't know.
5. i don't know.
6. i don't know.
7. i want to watch the breakfast club, but i don't own it (just kidding i'm not that much of a baby. or am i?)
8. i haven't seen this puppy in over a week:

i look extremely unpresentable right now.

can you feel the sun pouring down on our strong sweat?
can you feel the rain heating up the newly cut grass?
can you hear the deer being pounded by cars in the street?
can you hear the wind shoot summer smells into your nose?
can you taste your neighbors barbeque conquering fireflies?
can you taste bad breath from a stranger's neglected kiss?
can you see the mosquitos puncture your arm while you swim?
can you see the river swarm during a thunderstorm?

i'm about to go on a walk. and i feel EXTREMELY dumb right now because i can't think of the fifth sense. because we do have five senses right? where did my brain just disappear to?

so for the past few days...

I have been selling Eclipse (ZOMG) tshirts at work rather than popcorn and other various food choices. Now, most people don't want to buy shirt at all and most people say no. Some people don't even say no, they just act like they can't hear you. (Can you tell this is going to be a boring post? Oh wait, aren't they all?) Anyways, I learned a few things.

1. Old women really like the male actors in Eclipse. I mean like, REALLY like them.
2. Some dads will thank you for making their daughter's entire day complete by selling them a shirt.
3. Others.. will yell at you for trying to sell their daughters bullcrap (bleeping out the much worse word).
4. Muslim males can't wear shirts with faces on them. But Muslim women can.
5. The majority of people who want Eclipse tshirts need sizes like XL, XXL, and XXXL. I guess we didn't get sent enough of those to sell.
6. You get really bored on slow days, but all of your coworkers hate you for the ability to just sit down at a table.
7. So bored even, that you may write a poem about the Eclipse tshirts you're selling. At least, that's what I did:

It's just nineteen dollars for an Eclipse tshirt.
How much of your paycheck could it really hurt?
Wear Bella, Edward, and Jacob all the time.
Buy one today and you'll look so fine!

UPDATE: Old men sometimes will ask me if they can buy an eclipse tote bag, hide me in it, and take me to Pennsylvania with them. Okayyyy...?

remember when i told you i painted pottery about a week ago?

or am i just imagining things?

before kiln (mine's the star, the snowman is my mom's):

after kiln (i can't find my mom's to take a picture of it, but when i do i shall show you):

i'm so creative, not.