I'm not dead yet

Hello interwebz!

I don't really know why I'm addressing the entire internet. I really should just address Tricia since I'm pretty sure she's the only one who reads this.

Anyway, hello to Tricia and to anyone else who happened to stumble upon this. I would just like to inform you that contrary to what my posting habits may have led you to believe, I am not, in fact, dead. I'm quite alive, actually, just very, very inactive.

I don't have much to talk about in this post, but I'm planning on writing an entry soon on all of the books I've read so far this summer. That number is constantly climbing, however, so we'll see how well that endeavor goes.

In other news, I have been to four states in the past two weeks: Florida, Pennsylvania, Delaware, and Michigan. The first was on a trip with the college choir from my church, the next two while I was visiting my college roommate, and the fourth.... well, that memory is still a little too fresh and equal parts painful and embarassing, so I'll leave that for another post. Probably one in which I recount my travels in more detail.

One more thing before I resume wandering about the internet instead of enjoying the beautiful (and extraordinarily hot) weather: I've recently become a fan of the Vlogbrothers. They are brothers (surprise) who have decided to cease all textual communication and communicate only by a daily vlog which they post to a YouTube channel they share. They're both uber nerdy and hilariously awesome. I highly recommend that you check them out.

Til next time!

P.S. I'm sorry the format fails.... I've tried numerous times to fix it but the paragraphs are determined to stay single-spaced. Boo :[

Summer lovin'

Or lovin summer, however you want to put it. I spent virtually the entire day outside today reading, swimming, and just generally enjoying the sunshine. The picture is the view of my backyard from where I sat while I read. God bless summer and sunny, cloudless days :)

Mobile blogging... Woo!

I just downloaded this app on my iPhone that will let me post pictures here and add titles and descriptions and all that jazz. Woohoo! The goofy-lookin kid in the picture is my brother. He's graduating in June and he was modeling his cap and gown for us the other night. I'm not sure what that expression is on his face, though...

I haven't been up to a whole lot since I've been home. I went to Chicago last week with my dad and had a great time. That is, until I got home and realized that I'd left virtually all of my stuff at the hotel. Don't ask how it happened, because I really have no idea. You can imagine how ridiculous I felt calling up the hotel and reporting all of my missing things. All is well, though, because they're shipping it back to me free of charge. Anyway, we got back from Chicago on Saturday, and I've been doing nothing but watching movies since. God, I love summer :)

Til next time!

My dad and I have been talking recently about how nice it would be to have iPhones, so yesterday we went to the apple store and now I have one!! (he'll get his in a couple of weeks... Long story.) so right now I'm experimenting with my first mobile blog post, even though my computer is about 5 feet from where I am right now and I could just as easily do it from there. Doing it from a phone is much more fun though. :)

My summer break started on Wednesday afternoon and I have been so relaxed and happy since then. I think most of my recent posts have been kind of depressing, or at least not very happy, but all of that has changed now that I'm home. It's really amazing how much control the environment you're in has over your mood.

Anyway, that's all for now. I'm going to Chicago with my dad next week, so I'll probably be doing some more mobile
Blogging then. :) ta!

Summer

It's almost here! This is my last night at TCU for three months. I have one more exam tomorrow and then I'm OUTTA HERE!!! I really feel like the summer is going to cure everything that has gone wrong this semester. I'm going to miss my friends like crazy (especially Courtney!), but I really just need to get away from this place for a while. I've been doing some thinking since the post before last, and I really think that my living situation has been the primary reason why I've been so unhappy this semester. Everything's going to be just fine. All I have to do now is worry about making an 81 on my music history exam so I can have all A's this semester. Which means I need to go study....

Til next time:

"Faith is believing that one of two things will happen," she said. "That there will be something solid for you to stand on, or that you will be taught to fly." -- Unknown

Why do projects...

...when I can procrastinate instead?

I took a quiz on Facebook the other day expecting some silly or bogus answer (the question was "What is your life color?"), and got a rather surprising result. It is extraoridnarily accurate and has somehow managed to put into words what I previously could not. I know it sounds silly to put so much stock into an online quiz, especially one designed on Facebook, but just read the response and maybe it will make more sense.

"Fantasy, enchantment, dreams, myths, spiritual beings, angels, fairies are all concepts which fill the Lavenders' mind. Lavenders tend to live in a fantasy world. They prefer to spend their time out of their bodies, where life is pretty and enchanting. It is challenging for these airy beings to live in three-dimensional reality. Lavenders prefer imaginary pictures of the world, seeing butterflies, flowers and wood nymphs rather than dirt, concrete and large cities. Physical reality seems cold and harsh to them. These sensitive creatures are fragile and frail, and their physical appearance is often weak and pale. Lavenders' skin is often alabaster white because they don't like being outdoors, unless it is to be gently surrounded by beautiful flowers and gardens. These child-like personalities are sensitive and simple. Lavenders would rather spend time watching clouds float by or daydreaming. They prefer to escape this reality with all of its demands and responsibilities. The Lavender's behavior tends to frustrate others who may expect them to be dependable and responsible. Lavenders have no understanding of what it means to hold a responsible job or to earn money. They are more familiar with other dimensions and imagined realities. Lavenders even have a difficult time relating to or connecting with the concepts of time, space and physical matter. They tend to experience events in their imaginations, but they are not usually grounded enough in physical reality to actually accomplish anything tangible."

I've bolded the parts I found to be particuarly accurate. I think most of it speaks for itself. I have more to say about it, but I'm not really sure how to articulate it, so I'll just leave you with this instead:

Numb

I think college has smothered all feelings out of me. Or at least my ability to feel anything. I haven't been happy in a long time. I don't like my major anymore. I'm even finding it hard to be passionate about music, which is the only thing I have ever really cared about. The only other thing I could really put on that list was writing, and I haven't done any of that since the beginning of freshman year.

Where has my passion gone? Why don't I care about anything anymore? I'm burned out, and have been for a while, but can that really be the reason for this numbness?

I want the old me back. I want me pre-college. Happy and carefree and eternally optimistic.

Where did that girl go?

On a different note, I took this picture from a plane a few years ago. It makes me think that maybe things will get better someday.

The lonely are such delicate things

I haven't really been feeling like myself lately. The past few weeks have been weird. I'm never motivated to do anything, and I always want to be somewhere other than where I am. I'm restless and tired at the same time. I've been burned out since the beginning of the semester. I'm tired of being ignored by my roommate.

I just want to go home.

In other news, my Saturn ended up being totalled (I cried a little bit, I'll admit) and I got a new car last Monday. Here are some of the dealership pictures of it. It's a 2000 Saab 9-5. It has leather seats and a sunroof and her name is Sadie. :]

"The lonely are such delicate things,
The wind from a wasp could blow them
Into the sea, with rocks on their feet,
Lost to the light and the loving we need."

A Comet Appears -- The Shins

Death of a passenger-side door

Last week was probably one of the busiest and most stressful weeks I've had in a while. Needless to say, I was really looking forward to this weekend. I had it all planned out. Saturday: sleep til noon, run errands, do everything that's due Monday. Sunday: sleep til noon, go visit Tricia and Jake while they're in town. It was supposed to be a great weekend. But Murphy, whoever he was, was right: if something can go wrong, it will.

I decided to grab some lunch before I went to Walmart, so I grabbed my favorite sandwich from Quizno's to-go: the Italian. I turned out of the parking lot into the right lane and was on my merry way when a woman coming out of the next entrance down failed to see me as she came out into the street. Needless to say, she barrelled right into me:

Well, I didn't get any of my work done yesterday, and since I am now car-less, I wasn't able to go see Tricia today. Now it's 11:30 p.m., I still have a mountain of work to do, and so far this week isn't looking to be any better than the last.

Is it Spring Break, yet?!

ATX and saying goodbye to a friend

I took a trip to Austin this weekend to visit one friend and say goodbye to another.

On Saturday afternoon we had a very windy picnic on Mount Bonnell. We didn't stay for very long because the wind made the trip significantly less enjoyable than it would have been otherwise, but I did get a couple of good pictures in before we left.

(Houdini didn't go to Mount Bonnell with us, but he's still cute. :])

There was a memorial service Saturday evening for our friend Jeffrey, who passed away three weeks ago. It was a very sad sort of reunion. I saw alot of people I hadn't seen in a long time, including Christine (below), who I hadn't seen since graduation.

The service that Jeffrey's friends at UT put on for him was really good and was a great way to say goodbye, but it was so sad. I don't think the reality of his death will ever be 100% for me. How can Jeffrey, who was so alive for every moment of his life, be gone just like that? Life is precious and altogether too short, but most of all it's not fair. Why else would anyone so good be allowed to die so young?

Pictures and procrastination

I have been requested by my cousin to post some of my "amazing" pictures. I'm not sure about amazing, but here are some of my faves that I've taken recently (just for you, Trish =]) :

The Botanic Gardens in Fort Worth are a really great place to escape to if you just need to get away. I plan on making frequent trips there once the weather is more consistantly warm. :]

Me with Mika, my best friend's boyfriend's dog. They ended up having to sell her, but she's still precious. :]

Sunset on Lake Travis on New Year's Eve Day (what a mouthful!)

My parents sent me flowers for my birthday :]

They drove out to Fort Worth with my Mimi and we all went out to a really nice dinner to celebrate (my mom and I have the same birthday). This was my desert -- baked cinnamon apples. Mmmm :]

Some neat looking violins at the TMEA (Texas Music Educators Association) convention in San Antonio

This is probably my favorite part of San Antonio. I always know where I am when I'm at the Big Orange Thing! =P

And a miscellaneous macro pic... just because. :]

So there's that. In retrospect, I guess I shouldn't say that they're my favorite ones that I've taken recently, since they go all the way back to November. (They're all in chronological order, by the way.) I really do need to go do all this homework I've been putting off, though, so here's a quote to hold you over til next time:

“Just living is not enough. One much have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.” – Hans Christian Anderson

Ta!

Rest in peace, Jeffrey

July 1, 1989 - February 15, 2009

You left way too soon... I still can't belive you're gone. I'm sorry that we lost touch after high school. Keep writing music up there in heaven. Rest in peace.

I hate my life

Ok, I don't really, but I do hate this music history project. I also hate the fact that I left it for the last minute, and the fact that I didn't really have much other choice because I had so much other crap to do before that.


CAN I PLEASE JUST HAVE A BREAK?! Is that really so much to ask???



I mean, really.... I can't remember the last time I went to bed before midnight, and each time I've stayed up it's been because I've had something to do.


I really don't know how I'm going to manage to finish this by tomorrow. Or today. What day is it again? Anyway, I'm going to go back to trying to do this project while still maintaining my sanity. Wish me luck.

Escape

I recently had a conversation with one of my professors about backpacking across Europe after grad school, and that idea has turned into a thought that I can't seem to get out of my head.

For the past two weeks, I've felt increasingly trapped in my life here. I feel like I'm in a cage, like I'm tied down and can't go anywhere else. What started as something to daydream about has turned into an obsession that is putting some rather surprising thoughts into my head. I want to pack up some essentials, my laptop, and my camera, get in my car, and just drive away. I want to work odd jobs here and there, just enough to earn some gas money, and keep on going. I want to go everywhere; I want to see everything. I want to meet people. I want to fall in love. I want to stay on the move and never ever settle down until I meet someone who's willing to come chase after me.

Before now, the plan has been simple: go to college, go to grad school, come back to Plano and teach. The end. Now, the thought of completing that goal is terrifying. If I stick to that plan, my chance to explore the world will be over in four years. Four years!! There's too much I want to do, too much I want to see to be settling in one place so soon.

No, I'm going to go to grad school in the northeast and study something interesting. Maybe music. Maybe not. I've always found other cultures fascinating, so maybe I'll study anthropology instead. After that, who knows? Maybe I'll stay up north and work in a book store. Maybe I'll take some night classes so I can finally learn all those languages I've been dying to learn. I'll save up some money and buy a one-way ticket to London. I'll start there and work my way around Western Europe. Maybe I'll go to Eastern Europe, too. Maybe I'll fall in love with someone there and decide to stay. Or maybe I'll just get burned out and come home, instead. Maybe I'll do all of it. Maybe I'll do none of it.

Maybe my life will be over in four years, after all.

(I can't even begin to tell you how frightening that prospect is.)

The uncertainty of the future the scariest thing I face right now. For now, I'll just concentrate on the tasks set before me and hope my life doesn't end before I want it to.

I'm just an escapist who wants to get away and never look back.

Change?

I used to be a dreamer. I used to have wild fantasies about meeting prince charming and riding off into the sunset. I used to rely solely on fate to lead me to my next destination.

…where did I go? When did I become so different? There are still little bits of me that cling to those things, but they are an endangered species and are quickly becoming extinct.

What made me change?

It’s not that I dislike who I am now… I just miss who I used to be.

Scratch that. I do dislike who I am now. The old Lacy was loud to an obnoxious degree and wasn’t afraid of putting herself out there. This new Lacy rarely ever speaks and tends to shy away from social interaction. The old Lacy disliked confrontation but wouldn’t back down from it when presented with a difficult situation. This new Lacy hates confrontation to such a degree that she’s letting an important friendship go down the drain rather than talking the issue out.

I’ve always known that I’ve been a bundle of contradictions. Even before this change occurred, I could identify the parts of me that were the opposite of the traits I presented at the time. Now, the other half of me seems to have taken over. Normally I embrace change. It’s scary, but it’s exciting at the same time. This change, however…

I’m not ok with this.

Football in a Hurricane and the Effects of 3.5 Hour Naps

Today was a pretty amazing day, all things considered. TCU's football game was at noon today instead of 6 in an effort to avoid the brunt of Ike, though ironically enough I think we got it worse at noon than we would have at six. Although I was sleeping through what was supposed to be the worst part of the storm so I guess I wouldn't really know. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

I watched the first quarter on TV cause I still wasn't quite awake yet (it's the weekend... gimme a break!), but after much cajoling by my friends, I went in time to see the start of the second quarter and the rest of the game. Well of course I wasn't thinking when I left my room and so didn't realize I'd forgotten my umbrella until I got there and it started raining. Fortunately for me, both of my friends had ponchos on, so I huddled up between them whenever it started raining.

The weather wasn't actually as bad as I was expecting it to be. I mean it was really windy and it was pretty much raining sideways throughout the entire game, but I was expecting something close to the apocalypse so it wasn't really too bad. I didn't bring my camera with me cause I didn't want it to get wet, but I wish I had so I could have documented the craziness. We actually had a really good time, and after a while the fans started chearing for Ike. It was pretty amazing. And aside from some really awful calls by the refs, we won the game 31 14. And can I just go ahead and say how RUDE the Stanford band was? We were really respectful during their alma mater, and they played right through ours! It was made even worse by the fact that they were on OUR turf and totally disrespecting us.

Anyway, I was pretty much soaked by the end of the game and couldn't wait to get into some DRY. When my roommate got back (she's in colorguard), we decided it was high time for a nap. I don't know how long she slept for since she went to sleep after me and woke up before I did, but I definitely slept for three and a half hours. It was a really deep sleep, too. I had about three different dreams and thought it was Sunday morning when I woke up. Needless to say, I am now wide awake. I've been tooling around on the internet as a result of my current insomnia, and LOOK AT WHAT I FOUND! This is pretty much the coolest website I have ever seen. You upload a picture of yourself and the website shows you what you would have looked like back in the day. It goes all the way from 1950 to 2000. I saved too many pictures to post, but here are my faves:

1958. Check out that collar!

1962. How on earth do you a) style your hair like that and b) make it stay?!

1976. I think my mom used to have a similar haircut... and probably a similar shirt.

1978. This one's my fave. I've ALWAYS wanted a fro. Too bad I don't have the right kind of hair!

1986. Does anyone else think that hairdo looks like Michael Jackson's from around the same time?

2000. It was only 8 years ago and it's kind of hard for me to imagine the fashion then being any different from the fashion now. 'Course, I was only 11 at the time. I don't think I even knew what fashion was...

Anywho, it is now 1:37 and I figure it's high time for me to make an attempt at sleeping. It's either that or work on the history homework I've been neglecting, and as much as I enjoy my history class, I enjoy sleep astronomically more. :]

Jacob

There's been an addition to the family. On Tuesday, September 9, Jacob Luke Awbrey was born to my cousin Tricia and her husband Jordan. He is 7 lbs 10 oz and the most beautiful baby that has ever been born to anyone. =)

In other news, life has been pretty busy for me lately. I'm historian of two different organizations on campus, plus all of the work I supposed to be doing for my classes. I'm currently working on three instruments, plus voice. That's a TON of practicing. Not to mention homework for all my other classes. So far I've been able to balance things fairly well. I even have a semblance of a social life, which is a change from last year. I just hope the work doesn't start to pile up as the semester goes on. The stress is already starting to have effects on my face!

Anywho, I'm going to go hunker down and hide from Ike and maybe get a few things accomplished in the process. Until next time! :]

Wearing Thin

Goodness, it's only the first day of the week and I'm already exhausted! This may or may not have something to do with the fact that I stayed up til 1:15 last night. ANYWAY....

I feel like I need to explain my bad mood and moody entry from last night. The reason for my bad mood was "Realize" by Colbie Caillat. My friend Tara wanted me to listen to it because it's supposedly her life story (it is... I'm pretty sure Colbie Caillat was chanelling Tara when she wrote it), and the song and the music video are so sad that it put me in a really unhappy mood. I started listening to my ever-faithful happy music, but for some reason last night it just made me even more melancholy. My roommate had already gone to bed so it was just me, sad music, and my thoughts. And so last night's entry was born. It turns out, however, that Barbie did try to call me earlier in the evening, but I had left my phone in my car and thus didn't get it. So everything is just hunky dory right now and no need to fret, etc. I'm in a much better mood today despite the fact that I could probably sleep for three hours at least if I fell asleep right now.

As it is, however, I need to leave for class ahora mismo (it's been three years since I've taken Spanish so forgive me if that's incorrect). Peace!

BFFF?

Ok so I realize it's been almost a month since my last entry, but I think it's safe for me to say that y'all (whoever "y'all" happen to be) can expect irregular updates from me. Anyhow, I really do have a reason for writing this, and that reason is that I really need to get the following complaint off my chest, but I'm not sure who to talk to about it or really even how to say it. So here goes, and wish me luck.

I love my best friend to death. She's pretty much my other half/the sister I never had, et cetera et cetera et cetera. Here's the thing: I'm always waiting on her. At least, I feel like I'm always waiting on her. When we're at home and I call her to hang out, she's got some things to do and she'll call me when she's done. Or she's gonna go get a late dinner and she call me when she's back. When I call her up just cause I wanna talk about nothing in particular, she's in the middle of something or is on her way to somewhere and will call me when she's done doing whatever it is. Sometimes she does and sometimes she doesn't.

Here's the other thing: when she doesn't have a boyfriend, she's looking for one. She has one right now, and he's pretty much Mr. Perfect. I feel like our relationship as friends comes second to theirs as significant others or lovers or whatever you want to call it. They talk more often and see each other more often and do everything more often. And I realize this all sounds petty and stupid and it probably is, but it really bothers me sometimes.

What prompted me to write this entry tonight was that earlier today she suggested we scheduled some time to talk since we can't really seem to catch each other, especially now that we're back in school, and I suggested tonight. She agreed. We didn't talk. Now while I admit to letting my computer go idle at one point while I got distracted by Sex and the City in the other room, I waited faithfully on the internet and by my phone. I don't know if the time she decided to get on was at the same time my computer decided to turn off, but we still have phones, don't we?

I guess the real problem is that I go out of my way and around the corner for every single one of my friends, and for little things, too. If I'm in the middle of something and they want to talk, I drop what I'm doing and talk. Rarely do I feel like they'd do the same for me. It just seems to be manifesting itself more clearly in me and Barbie's relationship than with anyone else. And don't take this to mean that I'm angry with Barbie or anything, because I'm not. She'd have to do something extraordinarily awful for me to even consider being angry with her. I just wish that my friends would think about doing for me what I'd do in a heartbeat for them.

I think this is something I'd eventually like to bring up with her, but I have a tendency to avoid confrontation at all costs. And anyway, if I tried to talk to her about this in my current mental state, I'd be more likely to say the wrong thing and fuck everything up than make it all better. Any advice regarding the situation and what, if anything, I should do about it would be greatly appreciated.

And because I'd like to end this post on a semi-happy note, here's the two of us being awesome at her house at three in the morning. Despite all of my previous complaints, my best friend still kicks your best friend's ass. :]

Nerdfest

Yes. It's true. I'm one of those girls. I am in love with Edward Cullen. He is second in my heart only to Fitzwilliam Darcy. Tonight was the release of the fourth and final book in the Twilight series and yes, I will admit, I dressed up for the 'party.' I so wish I hadn't forgotten my camera because there were some seriously interesting costumes tonight. (I only wore a pink cocktail dress. Nothing to get excited about.) These people went all out on their costumes. Some were in full vampire garb with pale skin and fanged teeth and all that jazz. There was a girl there in a full-length, cream colored dress covered in black lace wearing red (we're talking fire engine red here) contacts. It was more than a little unnerving. There was even a guy there who was only wearing slacks and a bow tie with his torso covered in glitter. Those of you who are familiar with the series will appreciate that as much as I did. x]

Anyhow, thanks to my dear friend Alisha who went to B&N at 7 this morning to get tickets, we were the first group to get our books and so won't have to stay up all night waiting for our turn. Now we can just stay up all night reading. :] Speaking of reading, this book is all but calling my name. It may be a while before I appear again. Toodles!