My heart feels far away
So I wish that my thoughts always flowed as easily from my head to my fingertips as they do after a glass or two of wine. The creativity is always there, but I constantly feel my body tense and alert, that my emotions and thoughts must be pried away from me like a nervous cat under a bed. I wish I could control my stress better. I miss Portland, I miss the ocean, the city, the people, the vibe, the coffee. I became reminiscent when I saw seagulls in Augusta the other day. I had to get a starbucks iced latte out of a starbucks in a target, and that was just so not the city I wanted to be in.
I wish I could write this story that feels so close to me but I can only see it from a great distance away. Maybe I shouldn’t try as hard…it just feels so close.
It’s time to start preparing for school in about a week, and I’ve barely had a summer. Irvings probably going to get quite ticked with all the upcoming days I am going to want off, but at this point I could care less, I just want to go home.
I’ll end my drunken thought rambles with amazing lyrics by a most righteous babe.
I walk in stride with people much taller than me,
and partly it’s the boots but mostly it’s my chi.
And I’m becoming transfixed with nature and my part in it
which I believe just signifies I’m finally waking up
Ani Difranco “Evolve”
Much love…
Introductions…and random feelings
Okay. I have always wanted a blog, let’s see if I can stick to it. It shall revolve around mostly rantings and musings, but I hope everyone who reads it will enjoy. I will start with a miniature bio—-
I am a 21 y/o college student in western Maine. I love the quiet outdoors-y-ness, but hate it at the same time and think I belong in the city. I live in an apartment with my boyfriend and two cats, Gremlin and Bunny, whom I love as much as a mother loves her child. I love all animals, for the most part more than I love people, because animals don’t have all the evils within them that humans do.
I’m terrified of fish, and working to overcome it. I do consider them animals, but would prefer to love them from very far away. My betta fish The Dude, whom has recently passed, was a pretty sweet fish, I got over my fear of him.
I will be applying to the creative writing department in the fall, and am praying that I get in. So nervous to have my writing rejected. I got some words of encouragement, so I finally got the nerve to begin putting together a portfolio to apply. After two years of college, I think that writing is my only passion, so hopefully I will be able to make something of it.
The best thing about this town is our river, which I spend as much of my time at as possible. Beautiful and clean, I will try to post pictures when I get a new camera.
I love to read, and have loved it since I learned how. As a very young child, I would sneak books into the shower as a place to read in peace. My mom loves to tell that story.
I love to swim, but hate being wet. My boyfriend compares my reaction to showers to that of a cat. I dream of the day when there are Jetson-style body-dryers for when you step out of the shower.
My favorite books are The Great Gatsby, Catch-22, White Oleander, and about eighty others, but currently those hold the top three. The top two will always stay the top two I believe, but number three varies at times. Also Stephen King will forever be my mastor of terror, I’ve almost finished reading everything he has written.
Fiction defines me, I am an addict. I love to appreciate classic lit, and really dig reading anything good really (I’m only sort of picky).
Okay that’s enough for now, it’s not like I have any followers….
peace
