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the woes of being a 5’5” yeti

It’s that time of year again. Summer. 

Summer has always been my least favorite season. It just doesn’t seem to agree with me. I’m not just built for summer life. I’m like a Yeti. I thrive in the cold.

Plus, I have big feet, I spend most of my time in solitude, and I have a thick tangle of hair that is constantly shedding yet never seems to lessen.

There are just so many things to dislike about this time of year. Oh, let me count the horrors.

  1. The 100+ degree weather.
  2. The sticky humidity that weighs down so heavily on you that it feels like you’re trying to breathe in water.
  3. The constant layer of sweat on the back of my neck.
  4. The inability to get a good night’s sleep despite two fans on full blast.
  5. The armies of bugs coming that have come out of hibernation: mosquitoes, and June bugs, and wasps, and bees, and spiders.

Yep. ‘Tis the season of claustrophobic heat, plague-like swarms, and blinding sunlight. Fun times.

Let’s not forget to mention the fact that I can’t go out in direct sunlight with burning like a candle. One minute, I’m my normal, pale self, and the next I’ve turned into a terrifying human-lobster hybrid.

Summer is the worst.

Then again, I can’t honestly say that there’s nothing about summer that I enjoy. The colorful, sugary goodness of a snocone, for example. Or, freshly cut watermelon. Sweet iced tea, brewed by mother nature herself. Thunderstorms. The smell of sunscreen. Beach towels. Swimming.

I’ve always loved swimming.

Okay, so maybe summer isn’t the worst.

However, I did just recently have an allergic reaction to sunscreen. Betrayed by the very thing that’s supposed to protect my fair, sensitive skin from the evil rays of the summer sun. Who knows if I can ever trust it again? What if I’m forced to endure sunburn after sunburn for the rest of my life?

Never mind. Summer is the worst.

At least it’s almost over. I hope.

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nature · Summer

figures in the sky

When I walked outside today, I thought I was just going to be facing yet another terribly unforgiving hot summer day. I donned a pair of my many sunglasses and prepared myself for the inevitable running of sweat down my back and the glaring of the sun in my eyes. What I did not expect were the clouds. The biggest, fluffiest, most wonderful clouds in the whole world. The kind that look like cotton candy. The kind that make you feel like you’ve been transported to a fairy tale world. The kind with hidden figures waiting to be found.

They filled the sky, and they filled my heart.

To a normal person, this may seem a tad melodramatic. And those normal people would be completely right. I just can’t help it. They’re just so beautiful! All I wanted to do when I saw them was lay out in the lawn and spend my afternoon gazing into the sky. But, I didn’t do that. It’s too hot out, and there are bugs, and my pale vampire-like skin burns like crazy. So I just had to content myself with snapping as many photos as possible and gazing out the window.

I’ve always loved cloudy days. They just make my heart feel so happy and light. One of my favorite things to do when I was little was to just sit and watch the clouds float along, to search for hidden figures in the sky. Cloud gazing got me through many a road trip with the family. Is it something I still like to do today? Yes. Absolutely. There is nothing I like better. I’ve seen dragons breathing white flames, mermaids fighting giant squid, bouquets of flowers, great sailing ships, even a random detached arm flexing it’s biceps. If you’ve never cloud gazed, then you are seriously missing out.

The only thing I love more than cloudy days are rainy days. And snowy days, but we’re not gonna talk about that right now.

I’ve been called many a thing for my love of clouds. And rain. And massive thunderstorms. I’ve been called odd. Depressing. Weird. Really? Is liking rain that bad? Do you really enjoying hearing your flesh sizzle from the unhindered heat of the sun? Do you really like having your sweat glands turned on like faucets? Cause I don’t.

I prefer feeling the cool breeze of a rainstorm dance across my skin. Seeing that soft blanket of white and gray cover the sky. Listening to the patter of rain on glass windows, and smelling the richness of the earth as it hits the ground. I even like the black clouds that broil on the horizon when a thunderstorm is brewing. I like the little rivers of water that form in the streets, the brilliant flashes of lightning that trace their patterns across the sky, and the intense clapping of thunder that makes you believe, just for a second, that the sky might break apart.

If that makes me depressing, so be it. I’ll take a gray sky over a blue sky any day.

P.S. Check out my blog’s Instagram to sneak a peak of the wonderfully, fluffy clouds that inspired this post.

College

free no more

Hello all!

You forgot about me didn’t you? That’s okay. I almost forgot about you too. Sorry. It took some prodding from my best friend and my sister/fellow blogger* to pull me out of my blogger’s slump. Plus, today seemed like a good day to start writing again.

Since it’s been a while, I thought I should catch you up on things.

First off: my sister finally got married! I can now put “Successful Maid of Honor” on my resume.

Second: My summer didn’t go quite as planned. I still don’t know how to play the piano. I still have a long list of projects waiting to be done. And, as you know, it’s been weeks since my last post. I have a bad habit of making a ton of plans, and then getting distracted by other things.

I wonder what that says about me? (Please don’t answer that question.)

Lastly: Summer is officially over. I am once again a slave to my education. Today was the first day of my last semester at college. Yep. You read that right folks. In 116 days and counting I will be an unofficial official adult. It’s a pretty scary thought, really. Well, at least for the adult world. I don’t think they’re ready for me.

Although I’ll be drowning in star charts, ancient literature, 18th C. novels, and research papers over the next few months, I’ll make sure to pop in every once in a while. But, for now, it is time for bed. Being around so many people all day is exhausting.

*Check out my sister’s awesome blog, Beauty and the Mess, here.

music · Summer

summer plans

When most people say they have plans for summer, they usually mean fun vacations to exotic places or at least something that varies from their normal everyday lives. If only.

Unfortunately, at least in this case, I am not most people. My plans for summer consist of working at the college library, and taking an online business class in order to complete my minor. Oh, and, of course, preparing for my sister’s wedding. I know. It’s sounds super fun. Try not to be too jealous.

But, just to amp up the awesome a bit, I decided to add a few things to my already super exciting summer agenda. What can I say? I’m a party animal.

First off, I plan on teaching myself how to play the piano. Now, I know what you’re thinking: “Are you crazy? That sounds super hard!” Well, I actually took lessons when I was younger, and I still remember some of the basics. Hopefully, everything I learned will start to come back to me as I attempt to reteach my fingers their old skill.

*For anyone who is interested, I plan on using this neat website I happened upon. It includes free piano lessons and printouts, and it has quite a fun name! Here’s the link: http://www.zebrakeys.com/

Secondly, I hope to write more. Not only do I hope to write more on this blog of randomness, I also hope to work more on my fiction writing. I have so many images floating around in my head of new characters, adventures, and worlds that it’s a wonder I can focus on anything else. I desperately need practice getting these out of my head and on to paper. Or, more accurately, my computer screen.

Lastly, I have a list of DIY projects I’ve been putting off for the past few months. I’m not the most creative or crafty person in the world, but it passes the time. And I feel pretty awesome when I’ve finished. My room is filled with the projects I’ve done over the years, both big and little. For example, here’s a map I made a couple of summers ago:

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Pretty awesome, right? Maybe next time I’ll share some how-to’s. For now, it’s back to my Doctor Who marathon. Happy Summer!

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the beginning of the end

Finals are over, summer is here, and I finally have some space to breathe and think freely. And to write.

Sadly, and I never thought I would use that word in this context, this is my last summer before I graduate college. I’ve enrolled for my summer and fall classes, and I am on the fast track to the real world. I’ve been so keen to get through college as quickly as I can, and now that I’m on the last lap, I kind of wish I wasn’t. Strange, huh? I can only blame it on my semi-recent entrance into the terrifying (and not nearly as fun as it looked) sphere of adulthood.

Have you ever heard the saying “Isn’t it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back everything is different?” It’s a quote from my favorite author, C. S. Lewis. It’s been annoyingly buzzing around in my head like a fat persistent bumble bee this past week. With looking at everything that’s about to change, it’s hard not to look back and realize how much has already changed. It feels like just yesterday that I graduated high school. Ironically, the quote above is the same one I used in my valedictorian speech. History does have a knack of repeating itself, doesn’t it?

I would like nothing better than to block out all of this and spend my summer drinking sweet iced tea, baking cookies, reading, and spending a ridiculous amount of time on Pinterest. But, life has a way of knocking you back to reality. Everywhere I turn there’s a reminder of everything that’s different, and everything that’s so soon to change. I’ve never been a huge fan of change, but I think I’ve reached to the point of no return. I think it’s high time I start embracing the wave of change that’s been swirling around me for so long, to embrace my responsibilities as an adult and really start thinking about my future.

Now, I don’t want you guys to worry. I still fully intend to bake cookies and spend ridiculous amount of time of Pinterest. I am determined that in my embrace of adulthood I shan’t abandon the sarcastic, awkward, daydreaming child within me. Not that I could even if I tried. She’s a stubborn little bugger.

Now that I’ve got that off my chest, I think I’ll go rock out to some Disney tunes and look at pictures of cats on the internet. I’m just kidding. I don’t like cats that much.