Snow Day

I need to write a new post, but have nothing to blog about. I'm just waiting for the weekend. I painted my fingernails hot pink, and I am filling out about 17 forms that all ask the same thing in different ways so I can work this summer. I'm pretty sure I have strep throat, but because my college is closed today, so is the Health Services department. So I'm painting instead of getting healthy. Currently waiting for the paint to dry so I can add the wiggly eyes. And I don't care what Corbin thinks about that, because they are black (apparently his favorite color) and that was all I promised. I really only do this for my own benefit, that way I don't have to look at bare walls. Yeah...that's about it.

xoxo

Eee-Vee

Today, I changed my Facebook name to Evey, because changing your name once you get to college is the cool thing to do. Evey, as in the brilliant character played by (my favorite) Natalie Portman in V for Vendetta. Which happens to be one of my favorite movies.

That is all.

xoxo 

Rosemary likes to...

So, I took this idea off of Facebook. Basically what you do is Google your name followed by "likes to" and list the first ten things that come up. And because my name happens to be a [delicious] herb, a lot of what I like to do involves growing.

1. Rosemary likes to go a little dry between waterings, but just a little.

2. Rosemary likes to grow by the sea.

3. Rosemary likes to put down more roots anytime a branch touches the soil.

4. Rosemary likes to say, "It's never too late!"

5. Rosemary likes to be high and dry.

6. Rosemary likes to be busy.

7. Rosemary likes to left alone much of the time.

8. Rosemary likes to be watered thoroughly, but never to have soggy roots.

9. Rosemary likes to go riding out of town.

10. Rosemary likes to play piano and listen to Jazz after work.

Aaaaaaaaaand just for fun, Rosemary does not like to be wet.

I just want to go camping

Guess what today is? It’s Saturday night. And what am I doing? Writing a blog and creeping around Facebook. All of my friends either went home this weekend or have their boyfriends over, leaving me ALL ALONE. So this is what I did today: woke up at two (in the afternoon), made tea and ate pop-tarts for “breakfast”, dressed, walked down the street to the craft store (only to find that it had closed minutes before I got there), came back to my room and worked on some random crafts, decided I was hungry went to get some dinner, and now I am in my room. Funny story about dinner though, I walked to the school cafeteria (because I have a mean plan and don’t have to shell out cash) and dipped into the restroom right outside (because this was at 7, and the cafeteria closes at 8 usually) and when I came out, the cafeteria had just closed. So I had to go to McDonald’s, where no one can comprehend a simple order. It has not been a good day, so far, except for the fact that Little Chef likes me enough to text me throughout the day. He won’t even understand that reference, because he has not seen Ratatouille. 

xoxo

"Look at this girl! She is a beautiful fish!"

I wrote this yesterday, but forgot to post it. The title doesn't make sense unless you know that there is a yoga posture called the Fish. And apparently I do it well.

After two hours of yoga, I’m rather exhausted. It’s not the sleepy kind of exhausted, the kind of exhausted where you use energy you didn’t know you had, the kind that makes you starving, but you are too sweaty to appear in public. It makes you want to shout out in the street, “I LOVE MY YOGA CLASS!” At the same time you can barely make it down the hallway, a funny kind of limp-hop because every part of your body is screaming. That’s how I feel. I had to brace my right knee because it is causing me so much pain. No matter how much my week sucked, no matter what happened to put a damper on my spirits, yoga always makes me better. It is my heroin. And just like heroin, I need it more and more. I do it twice a week, but I fear that soon I will be a yoga junkie, spending all my time honing my body to perfection. There is only one bad thing about it. The next morning. Muscles I didn’t know I had will be hurting. And by the time the hurt goes away, it’s time to do it again. 

Gunpowder and Lead: That's What Little Girls Are Made Of

I do not know where I read that, but I really liked it and so I wrote it on a Marc Jacobs ad featuring Dakota Fanning that I have hanging up on my wall here at college. And now it is the title for my blog. I know that in the URL "travels" is spelled wrong, because when I initially typed it in I spelled it wrong, corrected it, and then changed it back. Because what is life without a few mistakes?

Because of a few mistakes, I have been very depressed lately. And then out of the blue a friend of mine, Keith, whom I rode the bus to school with almost everyday for just about forever, started messaging me on Facebook Chat. And then I started texting an old boyfriend, Mr. Corbin, who used to call me "Bacon", because we decided to meet up when I go home next weekend. Keith promised me that when he comes to film school in New York that we will be best of friends, haha, and Corbin and I decided that we are going to meet at the Paper Moon Diner in Baltimore.

And then I had an Epiphany. When I have something to look forward to, something that has nothing to do with my school, I dwell on my excitement for the upcoming event rather than the things that make me depressed. When I had the opera to look forward to, I was less depressed. (Which turned out to be the single best Valentine's Day ever, thanks to my wonderful cousin-who-is-more-like-a-sister Jackie.) And now I have the Paper Moon Diner to be excited about. All I have to do is make a plan every two weeks to make myself happy. Problem solved.

About college. I am going to try to get into the Jewelry Design program. 

This summer I am working at Broadcreek Scout Reservation, as the Trading Post Manager.

And right now, I am getting ready to go to bed because I have to get up early to finish a paper that is due tomorrow.

xoxo