{17} Sunshine and Camping

(Photos to come)

We went camping and it was perfectly what I needed. It was super fun. Even though it was just for one night. My roommate's tent is so huge! I kept calling it our mansion.

My mom and I spent time together today and it was wonderful. I rarely have a talk with her where I don't end it in a fight. So basically it was perfect. Nate was being super good too.

Lately life has found this new flow and I am perfectly okay with it.

{16} Sleeplessness and Photo Spam

I can't sleep for some reason so I thought I'd post some photos.

The blanket is for my friend's cat, the keyrings are for the First Montana Orthodox Church of the Honey Badger the other ones are of me. One I took the other my roommate took.

Enjoy...

{15} Learning How to Live with Someone New...

So lately my friend has been around a lot. He's staying here until he either moves out or goes to college. It has been pleasant and unpleasant at times. Though it has been more on the side of fun and exciting. We are always doing things together. We party together with his friends...act psychiatrist to my friends...and spend time with my kid.

Its nice to have a friend that enjoys spending time with you and getting you to hang out with new people. We cook together and shop together.

Now the bad stuff isn't that bad its just sometimes we worry too much about each other's feelings and don't use out comunication skills so well. The other is when we argue its like over the dumbest stuff. Like Diablo II...and cooking...and music. The usual fuel for dumb arguments.

Overall though I am happy. So be happy and remember yolo.

{14} Long Time...

It has been a very long time since my last update. Though I have been without internet and extremely busy. I found myself unemployed again and now I have a phone I can update from. So perhaps more updates soon. :)

{13} Consistant Familiarity

Swings. Swings have always been the playground toy of my preference. I don't know, it probably has to do with the repetitive motion. It could be the tickling sensation at the bottom of my tummy. I used to go to the park in the middle of the night to sneak a cigarette. Mom had to have known I smoked. Though she wasn't home much, so it didn't matter.

Its calming in a strange way. If I have some shit I need to process I still end up in the park, at night, on the swings. For me its this refuge of clarity, a beacon of hope at times. The consistency of the feeling I get when I sit upon that strange rubber rectangle suspended by chains.

That's not to say its the only place of calm. I enjoy a vanilla scented bubble bath at the end of nearly every day. I just like the comfort of the small familiarities that I can find in this ever changing world.

{12} Rice, Alcohol, and Mean Girls

On the matter of parties, I used to be very well versed. Then a lot of life happened, and I fell out of all of it. Though I have been getting my groove back and oh my god, have I been having fun. I forgot what being a bitch felt like, and I forgot how to be a mean girl.

I love the me I let go a long time ago. I feel that I am so much happier being single, playing mind games with people. Working on one thing, self fulfillment. I fucking love independence and spending time with people who are not going to matter in ten years. Okay well maybe some of them. I have been having so much fun just embracing youth, and the fact that it is fleeting. I have missed out on so much I have to catch up.

So I have started a strict eating plan so that I can lose weight and become more fit and active. Woot! Lets hope I stick to it. I mean I already gave up gluten and dairy because they make me feel like crap. Why not give up soda and high carb and high fat foods for a while. Strictly beans and rice and any combination there of. I will make interesting dishes. Maybe blog about my month of eating mostly beans and rice, with free recipes.

{11} Missionaries and Literature

Usually I don't care about politics and that sort of thing. Though, I think that it should be illegal for missionaries to go to other countries and try to convert the religion of the people. I think it should be illegal for the Christians to try to mold and shape everyone else to their image of perfection. I feel that all culture is valuable and should be treated as unique and special. It should be studied and not changed. Granted I know very little about the current acts of missionaries, but in high school when I read the book Things Fall Apart By Chinua Achebe, it made me weep for all the messed up things that happen when the Christians come.

Currently I am taking an anthropology class and some of these thoughts are coming to the surface. I personally do not think my personal cultural identity is the perfect or best one, it is just the one that works for me. My father taught me the importance of acceptance. Accept people for who they are and what they represent.