Poor dear...i almost couldn't finish watching this. Check out the expression on the guy holding the mic at the end.
Friday, August 31
Monday, August 27
3 things...well, and a few more...
1...First day back at LCAD was spiffy
2...It rained a little yesterday
3...my Moleskine is back home in my bag...when i recovered it my heart was glowing with happiness...literally...ther dogs started barking.
My hair...in process...
Watering...
My awesome aunties and cousin in color-coordinated glory...
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2...It rained a little yesterday
3...my Moleskine is back home in my bag...when i recovered it my heart was glowing with happiness...literally...ther dogs started barking.
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Saturday, August 25
The page is not only blank...it's NONEXISTENT! Nada! Absolutamente NADA!
I know i haven't actually written in a while. You would think that after years and years of being someone who writes and journals and tries to keep track of every iota of her life (and often of others) i would have overcome the plight of procrastination. Alas, no. But i might as well start somewhere...
Sarah's off helping Alec paint. I'm in my kitchen typing as the smell of baking banana bread waftes over me (is that a word? and if it is is that how you spell it?) My parents get back from Arizona this evening and i thought i would take the crummy old bananas and make them into a bread (made with special Oat Flour for my dad) for them when they get home. I've kind of been on a baking kick. While i mixed everything together i had an episode of "Roswell" playing on my laptop. Amaris has lent me all 3 seasons in an attempt to brainwash me into liking crappy sci-fi teen TV shows. I think it's working. She told me that she will give me Buffy next and i am very scared...
While i was at Disneyland on Sunday a truly devastating thing happened to me...and anyone who knows me will understand the extent of the tragedy of this situation.
It all started on Star Tours. On the little screen the big/little alien guy put his parcel in the conveniently placed basket under the seat, prompting the viewer to do so in like fasion. I complied with a giddy Disneyland-induced grin and stowed my purse accordingly. In an instant of a second or two many things happened, my bag tipped over, i realized it was open, and my phone fell out. So i did the obvious...i righted the bag, replaced the phone and snapped the top shut. All i had left to do now was prepare for the wonders of x-wings, ice comets and light speed...
After lunch, Space mountain, Indiana Jones, skipping and lots of people in marilyn manson costumes, i heard something funny. Actually, it didn't even necessarily have to be funny...maybe it was poingant, moving or something i wanted to look up later...at any rate, i reacted the way my instincts and my personality have trained me...to grab for my moleskine and write it down. I opened my bag and reached right where it should have been...in front of my book and planner, and behind my wallet, camera and ibuprofen.
it wasn't there.
Assuming that i had perhaps thrown it in carelessly last time i used it, i shuffled around, even looking in the other pocket (where it has never, ever been before).
nothing. just pens, pencils and chapstick.
i paused...
i looked again.
nothing.
i know it sounds a bit dramatic to say that for a moment my life flashed before my eyes, but that's because you don't know what this little black book is to me. It is quotes, poems, inspirations, sermons, sketches, books to read, cd's to buy, movies to see, stories, scriptures, people, places, prayers, things i don't want to forget...
gone.
While everyone concentrated on their greasy pizza and $8.00 wilty salads my thoughts returned to earlier in the day...back to Star Tours. It HAD to have fallen out when my bag tipped over, and i hadn't even checked to see if anything else had escaped my bag before returning my attention to a grainy old moving picture on a screen i'd seen at least 45 times already.
I didn't say anything for a while.
Later in the evening after a couple of people had left, i let slip what had happened. So while Liz and Elizabeth "ran amok" in the park, Edan and i went on a wild goose chase to find my little book. Back to the ride, over to City Hall, across the park to the lost and found...nothing. But we all met up again and went on with the day...including Splash Mountain, Pirates, a crazy scared guy (a whole other story that i may just have to type up), Haunted Mansion, Tower of Terror and a caramel apple.
Hours later, as Liz and Edan stood by a tree at 11 pm and i checked the L&F once again...there was no sign of it. I filed a report, begged them to keep looking for it, got a business card with the L&F number on it, and went back to where my friends were waiting. They were sitting on the ground wearily smoking cigarettes and looked at me expectantly..."They don't have it," i said with a sigh, and sat down.
"I'm so sorry about your book," said Liz.
"Oh, it's okay," i replied, trying to smile. "If it's supposed to come back to me it will. My name and number are on the inside of it so hopefully if someone did find it they'll return it to me."
~~~
Well, not yet. I figure if it was picked up by someone, they're having a great time reading all my nonsense. I'm just praying that as soon as they're done they'll find it in their heart to call me and make me very very happy. Until then, i'm having a hard time trying to decide if i should get a new one...it just doesn't seem right! The other wasn't finished! It still had life left!
it's driving me crazy, as you can see.
This week has been an all-around tumultuous one, really.
I dyed half of my hair a few days ago, so that's exciting. When i went running yesterday i had blue-green trails of sweat running down my chest and back.
My poor, poor book. I've called the park twice and no one has turned it in. It's frustrating to know that it's out there somewhere and someone has it and i don't know where it is...it's weird and amazing and aggravating. I wish i could remember everything that was in there...but that's why i wrote it all down...
It's windy outside, it looks like it should be about 60 degrees, but if i go out the door i'll be hit with air around 85. Lord, will you let it rain soon? It's so dry...
To end on a light note...i have included this for your bizarre pleasure!...
love, colleen
~~~~~~~
Sarah's off helping Alec paint. I'm in my kitchen typing as the smell of baking banana bread waftes over me (is that a word? and if it is is that how you spell it?) My parents get back from Arizona this evening and i thought i would take the crummy old bananas and make them into a bread (made with special Oat Flour for my dad) for them when they get home. I've kind of been on a baking kick. While i mixed everything together i had an episode of "Roswell" playing on my laptop. Amaris has lent me all 3 seasons in an attempt to brainwash me into liking crappy sci-fi teen TV shows. I think it's working. She told me that she will give me Buffy next and i am very scared...
While i was at Disneyland on Sunday a truly devastating thing happened to me...and anyone who knows me will understand the extent of the tragedy of this situation.
It all started on Star Tours. On the little screen the big/little alien guy put his parcel in the conveniently placed basket under the seat, prompting the viewer to do so in like fasion. I complied with a giddy Disneyland-induced grin and stowed my purse accordingly. In an instant of a second or two many things happened, my bag tipped over, i realized it was open, and my phone fell out. So i did the obvious...i righted the bag, replaced the phone and snapped the top shut. All i had left to do now was prepare for the wonders of x-wings, ice comets and light speed...
After lunch, Space mountain, Indiana Jones, skipping and lots of people in marilyn manson costumes, i heard something funny. Actually, it didn't even necessarily have to be funny...maybe it was poingant, moving or something i wanted to look up later...at any rate, i reacted the way my instincts and my personality have trained me...to grab for my moleskine and write it down. I opened my bag and reached right where it should have been...in front of my book and planner, and behind my wallet, camera and ibuprofen.
it wasn't there.
Assuming that i had perhaps thrown it in carelessly last time i used it, i shuffled around, even looking in the other pocket (where it has never, ever been before).
nothing. just pens, pencils and chapstick.
i paused...
i looked again.
nothing.
i know it sounds a bit dramatic to say that for a moment my life flashed before my eyes, but that's because you don't know what this little black book is to me. It is quotes, poems, inspirations, sermons, sketches, books to read, cd's to buy, movies to see, stories, scriptures, people, places, prayers, things i don't want to forget...
gone.
While everyone concentrated on their greasy pizza and $8.00 wilty salads my thoughts returned to earlier in the day...back to Star Tours. It HAD to have fallen out when my bag tipped over, and i hadn't even checked to see if anything else had escaped my bag before returning my attention to a grainy old moving picture on a screen i'd seen at least 45 times already.
I didn't say anything for a while.
Later in the evening after a couple of people had left, i let slip what had happened. So while Liz and Elizabeth "ran amok" in the park, Edan and i went on a wild goose chase to find my little book. Back to the ride, over to City Hall, across the park to the lost and found...nothing. But we all met up again and went on with the day...including Splash Mountain, Pirates, a crazy scared guy (a whole other story that i may just have to type up), Haunted Mansion, Tower of Terror and a caramel apple.
Hours later, as Liz and Edan stood by a tree at 11 pm and i checked the L&F once again...there was no sign of it. I filed a report, begged them to keep looking for it, got a business card with the L&F number on it, and went back to where my friends were waiting. They were sitting on the ground wearily smoking cigarettes and looked at me expectantly..."They don't have it," i said with a sigh, and sat down.
"I'm so sorry about your book," said Liz.
"Oh, it's okay," i replied, trying to smile. "If it's supposed to come back to me it will. My name and number are on the inside of it so hopefully if someone did find it they'll return it to me."
~~~
Well, not yet. I figure if it was picked up by someone, they're having a great time reading all my nonsense. I'm just praying that as soon as they're done they'll find it in their heart to call me and make me very very happy. Until then, i'm having a hard time trying to decide if i should get a new one...it just doesn't seem right! The other wasn't finished! It still had life left!
it's driving me crazy, as you can see.
This week has been an all-around tumultuous one, really.
I dyed half of my hair a few days ago, so that's exciting. When i went running yesterday i had blue-green trails of sweat running down my chest and back.
My poor, poor book. I've called the park twice and no one has turned it in. It's frustrating to know that it's out there somewhere and someone has it and i don't know where it is...it's weird and amazing and aggravating. I wish i could remember everything that was in there...but that's why i wrote it all down...
It's windy outside, it looks like it should be about 60 degrees, but if i go out the door i'll be hit with air around 85. Lord, will you let it rain soon? It's so dry...
To end on a light note...i have included this for your bizarre pleasure!...
love, colleen
~~~~~~~
Thursday, August 23
Wednesday, August 22
"Hey, I know it's 95 degrees out and everything, but lets put on leather jackets, black vinyl platform boots, tights, lace, gloves, chains, make up...
...and walk around in the sun all day and scare families with small children!!"
On Sunday i went to Disneyland for the first time in a couple of years...with some very lovely people from LCAD...
there was a Hobbit-child on the tram
apparently, it was "Bat Day"...so the park was teaming with punk/goth/confused people of all shapes sizes and shades of black. It definetely made the day a bit more interesting.
of course i, with my obsession with taking pictures, was having a field day...
"she was totally looking right at you", said liz
"that's okay," i shrugged, "i'm never going to see her again."
Elizabeth, Tiffany, Beau, man on cell phone who hung out with us
Splash Mountain
(You May Get Wet)
Tiffany, Beau, Elizabeth, Liz, Edan in "the band shot"
cotton candy
pretty flower
Tower of Terror (new favorite ride ever)
Haunted Mansion with all those people was an experience i will never forget.
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On Sunday i went to Disneyland for the first time in a couple of years...with some very lovely people from LCAD...
there was a Hobbit-child on the tram
apparently, it was "Bat Day"...so the park was teaming with punk/goth/confused people of all shapes sizes and shades of black. It definetely made the day a bit more interesting.
of course i, with my obsession with taking pictures, was having a field day...
"she was totally looking right at you", said liz
"that's okay," i shrugged, "i'm never going to see her again."
Elizabeth, Tiffany, Beau, man on cell phone who hung out with us
Splash Mountain
(You May Get Wet)
Tiffany, Beau, Elizabeth, Liz, Edan in "the band shot"
cotton candy
pretty flower
Tower of Terror (new favorite ride ever)
Haunted Mansion with all those people was an experience i will never forget.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tuesday, August 7
Italy! Part 2
okay, more of the "best of" of my photos in Italy...
we left off while i was a few days into my stay in Florence...
A healty breakfast of pastries, ciaccolatta caldo (hot chocolate) and orange juice. Oh, we had bacon and eggs this morning, too.
Off to mass at the Duomo...that was an experience...
One afternoon the group took a long hard trek up to the top of a hill where we visited a monestary, San Miniato al Monte. One of the best places to view the lay of the city...
i wasn't the only one taking pictures...here are some people from the group...
dinner was interesting
another one of our splendid home-cooked creations...fresch gnoccchi and ravioli from a shop down the block, focaccia bread and wine. don't forget nutella for deessert...
a casa de Michelangelo
Santa Croce
Michelle and i on the banks of the Arno
Stopping for morning coffee before another long day...have i mentioned how i will never really enjoy an american made cappuccino ever again?
Michelangelo's dawn and dusk
our jovial italian servers...
one of many churches in late afternoon
To Be Continued...
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we left off while i was a few days into my stay in Florence...
A healty breakfast of pastries, ciaccolatta caldo (hot chocolate) and orange juice. Oh, we had bacon and eggs this morning, too.
Off to mass at the Duomo...that was an experience...
One afternoon the group took a long hard trek up to the top of a hill where we visited a monestary, San Miniato al Monte. One of the best places to view the lay of the city...
i wasn't the only one taking pictures...here are some people from the group...
dinner was interesting
another one of our splendid home-cooked creations...fresch gnoccchi and ravioli from a shop down the block, focaccia bread and wine. don't forget nutella for deessert...
a casa de Michelangelo
Santa Croce
Michelle and i on the banks of the Arno
Stopping for morning coffee before another long day...have i mentioned how i will never really enjoy an american made cappuccino ever again?
Michelangelo's dawn and dusk
our jovial italian servers...
one of many churches in late afternoon
To Be Continued...
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Sunday, August 5
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