knocking down my cardhouses

blah di dah

Wed, 24 Oct 2007 03:18:02 GMT

so today I received a postcard through postcrossing from a German woman named Sabine. Who sent a postcard to Casey just a couple weeks before! How little the world is sometimes.

Right now what I would like most to do is cozy up in my bed with some tea and a non-required book, but it looks like that is going to have to wait. Until winter break. I can't remember if I was this fed up with school in sophomore year at Cleveland, or if it's new. And I'm not so much fed up with my classes - I really do like art history and drawing and ballet - it's just being at Goucher that wears me down. Sometimes being Lucie ain't so hot.

On the brighter side, I finished knitting the hat for my dad, and while it looks like a miniature fetal skullcap, at least I'm getting it in the mail. Inside I will tuck a little set of alphabet stamps for his craft enjoyment.

ok. time to immerse myself in the fascinating world of surveillance studies.

gene kelllllly

Wed, 10 Oct 2007 00:39:43 GMT

It's lovely how a basic thing like rain makes everything better. Before class I was feeling all stale and disgruntled with every single aspect of my low little life, and then I heard all the thunder, and heavy drops pouring on the roof, and then I ran through it home, and now I'm actually eager to start homework. Go figure. I'm sure that in a little bit I'll be back to the crap mood, but for now I am relishing the return of fall! Oh water. So nice.

i'm not down

Fri, 13 Jul 2007 00:49:20 GMT

I'm sleepy. Can't nap with the damn dog around, or she'll knock the stuff off the coffee table and eat it. Today was the fourth day of the level one camp - it's going pretty well, but it always tires me out. The kids are especially adorable this year... there are two brother/sister families in the camp and they are so kind to each other, not like the usual bickering that happens, it makes me think of me and Dun.

Also way cool... after the camp two of OBT's soloists are renting CMA space to rehearse in and so each day Lydia and I get to peek in through the window and watch them work. Quite a treat!

I walked all the way home from CMA which is a trek, especially in the heat. Got to get those steps in.

Ok I give in to the nap. Now I will be all disoriented and wrinkle faced at 11. Sweet life.

i gots smarts

Sun, 27 May 2007 07:33:06 GMT

Straight As! Except for pointe, but I can get over that because I have no pretensions about my pointework abilities. And anyway 1 B ain't too bad... especially since it is just one little credit!

I also am cuddling with my darling cat and I just watched "The Holiday" and ate an ice cream sundae, so I guess my mood was good anyway.

the elusive elucie

Fri, 25 May 2007 05:57:51 GMT

I had the sweetest dream last night. Or at least, the part I remember was sweet. Prologue to telling of dream: I've been reading this collection of short stories by Colette I got from the library because I loff her and I wish I was French, though maybe not the French nudey dancers who are trapped by their social status and poorly used by their lovers and die of a backstreet abortion like she writes about.

So anyway in my dream I was at the airport because I had just gotten off the plane from Goucher. I went into a big baggage claim room, but of course since it was a dream the room actually had no conveyor belts or, in fact, baggage. A huge table sat in the middle of the room and I was sitting around it with lots of people, most of which I didn't know. My cell phone buzzed so I picked it up and looked at the screen. It read, "Colette" with the little phone symbol. OBVIOUSLY I picked it up. In the dream I remembered that I had written her a sort of fan letter, appreciative of her writing and all, because apparently in the dream she was not dead. Coletter had this lovely French accent and she said all sorts of nice things that I wish I could remember, about being the future and carrying on the beauty and stuff that does not sound as profound once I write it down. I think she called me little girl. It was pretty awesome, maybe next time I can get Agatha Christie to text me or something.

I told Daddy this morning and he said, "I hope you're not dismissing the notion that her spirit was contacting you to tell you thank you for reading and give you hope and guidance." Oh how I love him.

soooooon

Mon, 14 May 2007 20:03:37 GMT

I. go. home. TOMORROW!

Meanwhile, I am stressed out about how to condense all my belongings into storage. Gaah. And I am unsure about whether my aunt said it was ok to store stuff with them, and I do not have enough boxes. Nonetheless, home will be splendid. Once I get there.

toot

Wed, 09 May 2007 04:25:21 GMT

p.s. i can now make a train noise with my hands.

Wed, 09 May 2007 00:41:45 GMT

Seven days till home! Somewhat hard to believe, but true nevertheless! True, there is still a lot to complete in those days, but I've moved past that and into the jumping-up-and-down-and-clapping-hands mode. My thought process tends to go like this of late:

- I hate Ronald J. Deibert with a fiery passion. BUT in six days I will be finished with him and his ecological holism!!!
- Ew this food is so sketchy, is this a sweet potato or pineapple or fetus? BUT in seven days I will make my own food and eat real things!!
- What the hell is my art teacher talking about. what does your love for the furniture in the library have to do with my painting of vines. BUT in two days I will paint as I please with no commentary and no smiling and nodding!!!
- It's so freaking difficult to take a shower when you have to kill a fly every two seconds. BUT in seven days I will take showers with no flip flops!!
- oh my god did that kid just dislocate his shoulder by running full speed at an oversized exercise ball and slamming into the ground?! WHATEVER in seven days I will be home, without stupidly drunk college students!

So I am excited for home but it will also be weird. No Lupine, new house. and I'm going to miss my Claireling.

Sun, 29 Apr 2007 21:04:05 GMT

in retrospect, today massively sucked. awesome.

delicious!

Sun, 29 Apr 2007 16:08:57 GMT

I have two papers, a mural preliminary and a powerpoint presentation to write and I should be pooped, but this e. e. cummings quote still made me stupidly happy when I found it in the daily calendar.

all the merry little
birds are
flying in the floating
in the very spirits
singing in
are winging in the
blossoming

I would like to be a merry little bird. Maybe a sparrow or a finch. If I were a finch right now I would go nibble on the mountain ash berries in my backyard because then I would be HOME. I think the vent-girl and her friends next door are starlings, because they are so freaking obnoxious and harm other species, i.e. me and Lauren. I'm pretty sure I'd get written up if I tried to catch my neighbor in a bag and smack her against a wall, though, and you are allowed to do that to starlings.

Apparently this was check in with Lucie weekend... talked to Papa, Mum AND Duncan, which is a darned miracle. After I chatted awkwardly to Dunhead I ran around the room excitedly and jumped up and down. He mostly pretended he wanted to talk to me when really he just wanted permission to use my hammock, but whatevs. It was still lovely. I mean, since when does he ask permission? I have to remember to make a date with him to get mocha milkshakes at Chance of Rain when I get back! Which is soon!!

homeward bound

Sat, 28 Apr 2007 18:56:17 GMT

I really miss buying fresh produce at Daily Grind. Everything at Superfresh is so packaged and sketchy. I should add that to my list of things I am going to do as soon as I get home. Probably number three billion since I think of something I miss about Portland every two seconds. Oh how I love you Pacific Northwest. I can't wait to get soaked in spring rain and not be afraid of being a pedestrian and see GREENERY!!!

the state that i am in

Sun, 15 Apr 2007 05:52:37 GMT

one of those weird moods that you want to just kick in the shins because they're being a little bitch. I feel like making a list but i have nothing to put on it. I feel like going to sleep but i'm twitchy. I feel like writing Barrett back but I can think of nothing that has happened to put in my letter. I feel like playing legos with my brother but I have no legos or brother at hand. I feel like the people outside my window should hush but they aren't. I feel like ehhhhh. I feel like summer but it isn't. I feel like talking to someone but I don't know who. maybe one of my worry dolls. they listen so well.

on the other hand, i am eating a chocolate seahorse, and it is almost as tasty as a fetus.

andrew carnegie was a bad man

Tue, 10 Apr 2007 03:31:58 GMT

I have just written the shittiest paper ever, and it makes me very, very sad.

delicious in many ways

Thu, 29 Mar 2007 04:18:26 GMT

Today was fairly productive, which is always a pleasant surprise. I do like Wednesdays, even if their name is ridiculous. I mean, seriously, there must have been a wild dance party that day, because the n is NOT supposed to be after the d.

I went food shopping and at Starbucks the boy who made my drink looked like a John Cusack/ Health Kid love child. When I was done swooning I sat in the window and read a woman's terrible poetry over her shoulder, which I felt a little guilty about but not enough to stop reading.

Now I have created a magnificent trail mix blend: dried cherries and apples, raw almonds and peanut butter chips. It's pretty fabulous. More components may come later.

beautiful

Tue, 27 Mar 2007 17:03:56 GMT

my toenail is so gnarly. I like to imagine this tiny world down there, and the crack is like a faultline in the surface. Pretty soon half the toe nail will separate and it will be like i have a mini pangea on my foot that is evolving into the continents as we know them, with beautiful clipped and filed down coastlines. After many days/billions of years I won't even remember what it was like to have a whole mass of nail. I just hope that it never becomes populated with creatures.

Thu, 15 Mar 2007 03:48:27 GMT

Today is momentous. Not only is it pi day, but on this day in 1794 Eli Whitney patented the cotton gin. And, Taylor Hanson was born. Critics are still out on which event is most important.

sunshiiiiine

Wed, 14 Mar 2007 00:25:23 GMT

Lucie's items for college survival*

1. Top Ramen.
At 16 cents, sodium has never been more yummy!

2. Postcrossing.
Mail makes everything better. Unfortunately home can't be expected to send letters every day. So, raise the odds of finding something when you open your box by joining postcrossing! The frigid campus winds also seem a lot warmer when some German housewife tells you it's -30 C where she lives.

3. Headphones.

4. Binky.
Self explanatory.

5. Random shit to pin on your wall
Lucie: Hey buddy, would you like to come to my room and hang out?
New Acquaintance: Sure thing!
-upon arrival in room-
N.A.: Wow, you have a UFO poster? I love UFOs! What a hottie your brother is! May I have a closer look at your extensive Finnish postcard collection? Hey, John Cusack in High Fidelity rocks my world!
Lucie: yessssss.... instant conversation AND awesome new friend.

6. Love.

*not in order of importance

to be continued! yay!

Fri, 07 Apr 2006 02:54:30 GMT

Well, it looks like I will be going to Goucher.... scary stuff!

Wed, 01 Mar 2006 05:11:52 GMT

good grades are AWESOME

Tue, 28 Feb 2006 20:43:57 GMT

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! I got into Goucher! Now to get some money.

SUN

Wed, 08 Feb 2006 20:15:27 GMT

Everyone is commenting on how the lovely weather makes everything so much better, and I have to post and agree. I love a good snow pack for the summer and all but wow! It's nice to see that glowing orb in the sky again.

Ms. Van Loon began to drag her soul out of the deepest pits of hell and pushed back the due date for our research books. Yay! Other than that, school is sad. 65 days!

what's up in lucietown

Thu, 02 Feb 2006 21:48:46 GMT

Courtesy of Adriana.
The instructions:
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't search around and look for the coolest book you can find. Take one that's actually next to you.

"In particular, because the tendency of dancers to develop spondylolysis and spondylolisthesis, all recurrent low back complaints should be thoroughly evaluated by a specialist." from the Dancer's Book of Health by L.M. Vincent

I just finished finals and I'm tired now. And unsure of just how badly my crappy tests affected my grades.

But guess what? I'm a member of the WB Youth Council! Now they pay me to be a cool teen. And I can make up words and phrases and say that they're really in with teenagers nowadays. "Yeah, everyone is saying, 'schnockles' and 'finkmonster'. And um... 'you've really left your donkey on the far side of the river this time.'"

Also good news.. for my last CMA recital I get to have a solo and wear a short white tutu! Super duper excited. It's a sort of graduation present from Tim and Sherie.

Dunc and Daddy have revived the "your mom" jokes recently. I'll be sitting there and doing homework and Dun will interjected "Yeah well I differentiated your mom LAST NIGHT!" and laugh hysterically. Guess what? Your mom jokes are out!!!

YAYAYAYAYAY!

Thu, 29 Dec 2005 01:08:02 GMT

We got a kitty! She is a beautiful, tiny little tortoiseshell, five or seven months old. And I love her. I'll post pictures sometime. I'm not sure about her name yet, but I'm tending towards Ivy.

Right now she's hiding under my bed. But earlier she was giving me the most adorable little headbutts on my chin. Yay!

Things you never dreamed of, my friend.

Mon, 12 Dec 2005 15:23:44 GMT

Okay Adri, here I go!!
THE RULES OF THE GAME: post 5 weird/random stuff about yourself. Then, at the end of the quiz, list the people whom you want next to do this.

1. When I go to Fred Meyer's with my dad around Christmastime, we always rearrange their holiday CDs so that all the Bing Crosby's are facing out, and it looks like a display of only him, instead of Yanni or Tony Bennett or whoever. They have to be "White Christmas", not just any Bing Crosby.

2. I still listen to Hanson. And I dance. Usually I do it when I'm sick, because it's comforting. I also still read "Betsy, Tacy and Tib" books because I totally want to be Betsy.

3. I always mismatch my socks, and my favorite "pair" is little kittens with hearts on their shirts + Union Jack. This is because they are both comfy and attractive.

4. I've never seen a shooting star, and it pisses me off.

5. The thing I can do that most annoys Dun is to shout, "YAAAAHHHHH! HOT!" I do this fairly often but I feel guilty.

I guess this kind of turned out as confessions! And I choose..... Jessy, Livi, Luisa, Katy and CharliAnn.

Peace on Earth and death to the Loon

Sat, 26 Nov 2005 23:04:02 GMT

I had a nice Thanksgiving, especially getting to see my darling cousins! Adri I love you! The next day though.... grrr.... I was a complete dorkus and stupidhead, and I thought the Butterball class was at 11:30 and completely missed it. That made me so disappointed and sad. I looked forward to that all year! And it might be my last chance. So I had a little cry.

I have loads o' homework, thanks mostly to Ms. Van Loon, who made us turn stuff in early because she didn't want to have to grade on her vacation. It's not like that's what we're paying her for or anything, right? It's not like we have to work on OUR vacations, right? Can't freaking stand her.

Anyway. I am thankful for so much!