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I've accepted a position as the Social Media intern for the New Forest Earth organization this semester, so check us out and take a look around the site! Click the picture below to visit :)
inception
I think I might have had the best dream ever last night.At least that I can remember. I rarely remember my dreams, and if I do, I remember snapshots. Like, brief little moments, but never the whole "story". And usually, they come back to me as I go through my day. I'll hear a sound, a name, see something in my room, and that snapshot will come back to me like I had been thinking it the entire time. I think this is normal...?
That's why I feel compelled to write something down. I have been sitting in my bed for the last 30/45 minutes running through the entire dream in my head - mapping it out and piecing it together so I can continue to remember it throughout the day. Brain exercise, I guess. Because you know sometimes you remember a dream right when you wake up, but then you proceed with the rest of your day and after like an hour or so it's gone? I don't know if that happens to most people or I just have the worst memory loss ever. I probably just have the worst memory loss ever. The other day, I picked up The Adventures of Kavalier and Clay at Borders because it seemed like an interesting read (and I was fairly sure I had never heard anything about it before). When I tell my mom about it, she goes off saying "Katie...I have literally been mentioning that book to you so many times. I have a copy of it back home". Okay, maybe I don't necessarily have bad memory loss....maybe I'm just a normal teenager who sometimes tunes my mother out when we are having a conversation. I digress...
So this damn dream. I am not going to write about what happened, even though I can remember all of it in clear detail (haha let's face it...how many people actually read this thing?) I did watch like six episodes of the British version of Skins last night before going to bed, which might contribute to the whole "romantic" nature of the dream and all. Okay. That's as far as I go with details. Leave it up to your creative little minds to wonder about the rest.
The weirdest part of this whole "best dream experience ever" was the point during my dream in which I realized I was actually dreaming. Usually, when I realize I'm dreaming, I just kind of accept it in my dream or go on with whatever I'm doing like I knew I was dreaming the entire time. But this time, I actually did not want to wake up. Like really. Seriously. Some part of my conscious little head was like, "Yeah, you know this is actually too good to be true, so do yourself a favor and accept that you are dreaming". Ugh. For however many long dream-seconds, though, I couldn't accept that I was dreaming. What made it even stranger was that I was like 3/4 of the way awake. Not a half asleep, half awake state of mind - like I had actually woken myself up for the most part, but I still felt like it was 125% real. Here comes the awesome metaphor for my dream-like feelings. It was literally like I was stuck in the middle of some sort of vortex. My head and my hands were reaching to the dream that I still wanted to hold on to, but the rest of my body was like "You suck this isn't real move on wake up but ACTUALLY you're dreaming can't you feel yourself lying down on the bed blah blah blah". I have never ever had that strange vortex-y feeling where I am trying to hold on to something so hard I actually feel like my body is split in to two different pieces. Mentally, it was actually painful.
So that's why I have been sitting in my bed for god knows however long now, trying to piece it all together to make better sense of its whole mysterious concept. It was, oddly enough, like trying to remember good memories of the past. Sucks. I wish I could just go back to sleep and dream the rest, but I guess it doesn't really work that way.
DIFFICULT TO DISTINGUISH REALITY FROM DREAMWORLD?? Yeah, Leo DiCaprio. Thanks.
On a side note, I am hopping on a plane to head back home today. One more week left to enjoy mindless reality television and home cooking. Mmmmmm.
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And I leave you with this, my friends - http://inception.davepedu.com
arizona amusements
A few snapshots during my trip to Scottsdale.
YEAH! HIP-HOP! exhibit! in MUSICAL INSTRUMENT MUSEUM! WOW! so exciting!
Cave Creek Hot Air Balloon festival - 12 balloons. 3974807238528 children. 1 fantastic family bonding experience. I wish this festival had been one where the balloons actually floated in the air, or you could at least stand in one of the baskets. I guess when there are 3974807238528 children present you can't let everyone have the chance to stand in one of those big wicker baskets. Nonetheless, it was pretty cool to see them all light up in the dark. They didn't stay lit all the time, though. Dad and I had a nice time staring at our camera screens (well, phone for me), waiting for each balloon to light up for approximately five seconds so we could snap a quick pic. Took about ten minutes for Dad to get a shot of big red Spidey-Man balloon. Good going, Dad. Reflexes are still nice and SHARP.
BOOOOOM.
P.S - Notice the lack of cacti in the pictures? I have come to understand and accept that there is more to the desert than the abundance of prickly vegetation and sand! WOW.
heavy boots
Classy Catfish - Nev Schulman. Is it alright if I stalk your Facebook for a little while?
Winter Break Piece of Advice #27328 - Giant marshmallows aren't quite as cool (or as tasty) as they look.
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Arizona Cacti count - 1,802,839.
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(If this post makes sense to you in any way, then you're the bomb-diggity)
You know the feeling where you are laying on the carpet, belly-down, and you balance yourself on your elbows so you can rest your head on your hands and it's super comfortable for about 5 minutes but then your wrists start to hurt and your elbows start to feel weird, too, so you try to reposition yourself so you can still lay belly down but nothing is working and you're still too lazy to get up and sit in a chair like a normal person so you just continue to wiggle around like a restless little kid gossiping on the floor at a sleepover?
Yeah... hate that feeling.
our spring was wonderful, but summer's over.
brite futures (npsh) - sophisticated side ponytail from thatgo on Vimeo.
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On a completely different note -
Tout simplement génial.
christmas came early.
It is pretty cool looking, though.
Christmas didn't come early in the "physical" sense. Usually by this time of the year, my family has the tree all set-up. We've put our little electric candles in all of our front windows. We've hung the large ornaments outside among various tress along our driveway. Right now, for the most part, our house looks just like it does during the rest of the year - sans the front door wreath, the giant Santa face on the mantel, and the absurd number of cardboard boxes that have accumulated in the foyer. Since Mom broke her leg, Christmas has come in the form of fredflare.com, Restoration Hardware, Bags Unlmtd., and other websites - online shopping has, yet again, proven to be the next greatest miracle since Jesus Christ.
I used to be a sucker for the surprise of Christmas morning (okay, yeah, every child is...blah blah blah cliché, KT, blah blah blah). I sometimes asked for the occasional American Girl doll, or iPod, or strange movie/book. I always looked forward, though, to the surprises my parents would leave on the stairs. These were usually unwrapped gifts that were cleverly arranged in little piles along the bottom five steps - socks, keychains, 20 questions games, etc. Quirky little things. And they were always the best gifts. They were things I never thought of asking for, but they were always things that I would end up using more than the things I had actually put on my "list". Now, anyone who knows me knows that my memory pretty much sucks. This is another way to gauge how important/life-changing something is for me - if I am able to remember the age I was when it happened.
I received a record player and my first Simon & Garfunkel vinyl when I was eleven years old. I literally danced to "Mrs. Robinson" all of Christmas day.
I never even expected to receive something as strange as a record player when I was eleven, though. Over the years, I came to love and trust my parents even more in their ability to pick out things I would enjoy. A "list" became a foreign concept to me. When my mom asked me what I wanted this year, I simply replied "Surprise me. Oh, and new jeans" (I managed to bust a nice, large 7-inch tear along the back left pocket of my TRs while pop, lock, and dropping).
But this year, the surprise factor has faded a little. When I came home from college last Sunday, I arrived before my parents. I walked into the kitchen only to find 83475978 cardboard boxes and as I moved them all to the front hallway, I saw the return labels of each and every one. I knew that some of these boxes contained the unwrapped gifts my parents would put on the stairs in a few weeks - these were the surprises I got all excited about. Seeing the places they came from didn't make me quite as curious to what they were. Oddly enough, it made me even more thankful. My mom broke her fibula back in October and hasn't been able to walk since. Yet, here she is, making this huge and admirable effort to continue on with Christmas just like it has been in the past.
So here comes the sappy, heartfelt, "I finally understand the true meaning of Christmas" part. Are you prepared? Kleenex ready in hand? Good.
I guess Mom still managed to surprise me this year. No, there's no Christmas tree covered with Hallmark ornaments in the front hall and honestly, it couldn't physically feel less like "Christmastime" in this household. But right now, that Christmas-y red and green feeling doesn't matter so much to me. Knowing that my mom, with her circumstances, has tried so hard these last few weeks between Thanksgiving and winter break to create a Christmas just like any other honestly means more to me than any UO sweater or cell phone case. She has gone out of her way to keep calm, and carry on.
Mom - you're the best. And as you graduate to crutches this week, I'm here to walk with you. Even if it takes you 10x as long to get from the kitchen to the sofa in the family room, I will slow my pace to match yours. YOU = THE SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS.
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Best wishes to all for a safe and happy holiday.
* cue Silver Bells *
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