Sunday, March 21, 2010
It's late. Well not late but I am tired. It was a long day from Friday noon to Saturday midnight. I need to to catch up on sleep. I should have done my art history homework but I'm going to wait until morning. That will probably be a mistake. Anyway, I am going to recommit to the blog. I promise. Starting tomorrow......
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Victor D. Franco
03.18.10
Its kind of empty here *desert cactus rolling sound effect*
Today, I led the first official Creative Arts Therapy Club meeting...I'm excited! There, we came up with potential events for the rest of the semester in order to get our name out there and promote an understanding of what art therapy is and what it can do.
I ate...salad again. Oh, and reluctantly, a sweet potato fry -it was crunchy, sweet, and salty at the same time.
Today was a busy day. And, the days will probably only get busier as it gets closer to the end.
I need sleep. I need to get to sleep earlier than 12 am. Signing off now...
Its kind of empty here *desert cactus rolling sound effect*
Today, I led the first official Creative Arts Therapy Club meeting...I'm excited! There, we came up with potential events for the rest of the semester in order to get our name out there and promote an understanding of what art therapy is and what it can do.
I ate...salad again. Oh, and reluctantly, a sweet potato fry -it was crunchy, sweet, and salty at the same time.
Today was a busy day. And, the days will probably only get busier as it gets closer to the end.
I need sleep. I need to get to sleep earlier than 12 am. Signing off now...
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Victor D. Franco
03.17.10
So, I forgot about the blog for a while there...
I can't believe this weather -why is it soooo good? I can wear flip-flops again! Alfred better not be decieving us. I really hope it stays this way beyond this week (which is the supposed duration of the sunniness).
I've been trying to be catch up on my New Year's resolution and eat healthier/go to the gym. So far, I'm golden. I really hope I keep it up.
Nothing really peculiar has been eaten these past few days for lunch: salad with tofu, lasagna, salad, salad, salad with tofu again.
Oh, well...there was that noxious aquamarine colored 'pistachio pudding' today in celeb. of St. Patrick's. It looked gross but was actually pretty good.
Ooh, and yesterday I saw a Chinese acrobat show in Holmes! My favorite part was when the power ranger ninja outfitted guy climbed up a rediculous stack of chairs almost touching Holmes' ceiling and stopped to show off his superior felxibility and balance with every chair added. I should have...brought a camera.
So, I forgot about the blog for a while there...
I can't believe this weather -why is it soooo good? I can wear flip-flops again! Alfred better not be decieving us. I really hope it stays this way beyond this week (which is the supposed duration of the sunniness).
I've been trying to be catch up on my New Year's resolution and eat healthier/go to the gym. So far, I'm golden. I really hope I keep it up.
Nothing really peculiar has been eaten these past few days for lunch: salad with tofu, lasagna, salad, salad, salad with tofu again.
Oh, well...there was that noxious aquamarine colored 'pistachio pudding' today in celeb. of St. Patrick's. It looked gross but was actually pretty good.
Ooh, and yesterday I saw a Chinese acrobat show in Holmes! My favorite part was when the power ranger ninja outfitted guy climbed up a rediculous stack of chairs almost touching Holmes' ceiling and stopped to show off his superior felxibility and balance with every chair added. I should have...brought a camera.
Arianna
Warm sun submerging into my skin, and I can already feel my batteries recharged. We, as human beings are most definitely solar-powered.
What a day. Not much happened, but everything happened. I got to wear a skirt and shoes without socks for the first time this year. I got to have lunch with a friend who had graduated last year. I subsidized the small fine on a patron's account because he donated money to the library without me asking. I got to vent about something that happened not too long ago, but now I have prospective on it. I did things right today, all over the board. The day isn't done, though. I guess I could still screw something up.
But now the sun is down, and I'm a little chilly. It's a little daunting to know that I'll have to walk back up two hills with a sleeveless shirt, a skirt, no socks, and a thin coat. I'm shivering just thinking about it.
Like Becca said, today is only one day of many left to be lived.
What a day. Not much happened, but everything happened. I got to wear a skirt and shoes without socks for the first time this year. I got to have lunch with a friend who had graduated last year. I subsidized the small fine on a patron's account because he donated money to the library without me asking. I got to vent about something that happened not too long ago, but now I have prospective on it. I did things right today, all over the board. The day isn't done, though. I guess I could still screw something up.
But now the sun is down, and I'm a little chilly. It's a little daunting to know that I'll have to walk back up two hills with a sleeveless shirt, a skirt, no socks, and a thin coat. I'm shivering just thinking about it.
Like Becca said, today is only one day of many left to be lived.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Becca Polinski
March 17, 12:36am
There is something about absolute exhaustion and complete frustration that will just bring you down. I suppose going to bed late and waking up early doesn't help and seeing as 1:00am is nearing, this is gonna be short.
Tomorrow: I look forward to another beautiful day to bring up my spirit.
Tonight: I hope for a lasting deep sleep
Today: Was exhausting but it is only one day of many left to be lived.
Good night-
There is something about absolute exhaustion and complete frustration that will just bring you down. I suppose going to bed late and waking up early doesn't help and seeing as 1:00am is nearing, this is gonna be short.
Tomorrow: I look forward to another beautiful day to bring up my spirit.
Tonight: I hope for a lasting deep sleep
Today: Was exhausting but it is only one day of many left to be lived.
Good night-
Monday, March 15, 2010
Arianna
There are few words for today. I've been out of it anyway.
My brain is thoroughly shut down.
I hope it wakes up for tomorrow.
I just rediscovered Cindy Sherman's photography.
Becca Polinski
March 15, 11:05 am
Today I decide to skip the poetry for once and just write. Write about my observations of life, and how things work. Trying to figure out what it is I'm doing here, striving to ready myself for what ever life has to throw at me next.
As any other person will tell you when you ask them, "whats on your mind" I would say a lot. I suppose there is all ways something on my mind, after all there are plenty of thoughts to think and there is a never ending supply of things to keep me up at night. The other night I was talking with my room mate and she asked me the very same question. I found her reply to my answer to be almost funny in an unfortunately ironic way, she said to me "...jeez Becca, when are you gonna catch a break?" The answer to that, I'm not sure, but I found it ironic for her to say that mostly because I really don't think a "break" is something that I can get. I'm not really sure if anyone will ever get one. After all from what life has shown me thus far (which I suppose isn't very much) instead of getting a break, you just learn to live with what ever has happened and then move on to what ever is next. People hope for things to get better, they feel that if they can do this or have that, that life would be so much easier, and once they get there they find what they thought would solve all their problems just makes entirely new ones. I have been realizing maybe that is because life is a series of lessons to be learned and you can't learn the lesson before you've experienced it. I guess what I've decided is to just take life in strides, take what comes to me and deal with it the best I can. As for catching a break, I'll settle for treating myself to a nice cup of coffee, going for walks in the woods with no one around, reading a good book next to a rainy window while listening to Kind Of Blue by Miles Davis or playing blood-thirsty card games with my Grandmother over a big bowl of popcorn and an ice cold Coke.
Today I decide to skip the poetry for once and just write. Write about my observations of life, and how things work. Trying to figure out what it is I'm doing here, striving to ready myself for what ever life has to throw at me next.
As any other person will tell you when you ask them, "whats on your mind" I would say a lot. I suppose there is all ways something on my mind, after all there are plenty of thoughts to think and there is a never ending supply of things to keep me up at night. The other night I was talking with my room mate and she asked me the very same question. I found her reply to my answer to be almost funny in an unfortunately ironic way, she said to me "...jeez Becca, when are you gonna catch a break?" The answer to that, I'm not sure, but I found it ironic for her to say that mostly because I really don't think a "break" is something that I can get. I'm not really sure if anyone will ever get one. After all from what life has shown me thus far (which I suppose isn't very much) instead of getting a break, you just learn to live with what ever has happened and then move on to what ever is next. People hope for things to get better, they feel that if they can do this or have that, that life would be so much easier, and once they get there they find what they thought would solve all their problems just makes entirely new ones. I have been realizing maybe that is because life is a series of lessons to be learned and you can't learn the lesson before you've experienced it. I guess what I've decided is to just take life in strides, take what comes to me and deal with it the best I can. As for catching a break, I'll settle for treating myself to a nice cup of coffee, going for walks in the woods with no one around, reading a good book next to a rainy window while listening to Kind Of Blue by Miles Davis or playing blood-thirsty card games with my Grandmother over a big bowl of popcorn and an ice cold Coke.
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