Danny's at the Wedding

Currently:

Baking Apple Raspberry Pie with Aunt Joan

Listening to The Smiths

Reading a Woman's Day magazine exclusive on Easy Italian Meals

Still in TC with 5 days left until my return home, feeling anxious

Yesterday was my final shift at the Cuppa Joe Warehouse Lounge. I now drink my coffee black and can make an average latte. I'm surprised at how much I have changed in just a summer. Going in I had lists of books and projects which by mid-summer had been neglected. At first I was upset with myself for not having done much with my free-time but I have now come to terms with it. Next summer I think I'll create a simplified set of goals. Why stress myself out with unnecessary things? I should let myself have an open agenda and let whatever happens happens.

I have been invited to wedding being held in the Cincinnati Zoo come october! I have not been to many weddings and I've never been invited as a date. I will not know anyone there but I don't care. All I can hope for is dancing. On that note, I have been thinking about the crazy expenses of weddings. why? I want to use that money for the frickin' sweet honeymoon to Aztec ruins or Rajkovic, Iceland or.... Cape Town, South Africa. Thus, I have developed a plan for the lowest budget wedding should I ever marry:

grow my own sunflowers

make my own goddamned awesome cake

be my own DJ

use someone's backyard on a nice August evening

have the wonderful women in my family cook up the meal

hand everyone a throw away camera and tell them to take pictures then collect them at the end of the night

create and send out invitations

i'm just trying to figure out the dress. Clothes always propose an issue, don't they?

Oh, My Pregnant Head

Ok, this time I'll do it. I'll write this blog and I'll keep up with it and maybe I'll even learn to love it. Not that i don't love blogs, because i read quite a few and enjoy them. For some reason, though, I can't seem to get into my own. Who am I writing to? Who is reading my words and actually caring? Maybe that isn't the point. Maybe I should just do it for myself and see what happens.

Currently:

In Traverse City, Michigan. I miss my family, my friends, my city. I would like to settle into my new apartment and start school now. I am done with my soul search or whatever the hell I was doing this summer. 

Eating a grilled peanut butter jelly sandwich and sipping on hot jasmine green tea.

Listening to Fleet Foxes.

Reading poems by Bukowski.

The other day I was suddenly amazed at the concept of a trail. A hiking/walking/bike trail. Humans have such a drive to conquer everything around them, especially nature. We could walk anywhere we want to, yet we set aside a specific place for it. It's funny that people find comfort in this particular trail, this place, where they walk and spend time. When they think of going for a walk this is the place they think of. It becomes habitual like everything else and we stop exploring all the other places we could be walking. Reading too much into it?

By the way, there is a distinct difference between fruit punch and fruit juice, isn't there? I asked my friend what his favorite juice is and he replied with fruit punch. Jose. You can't squeeze anything and whatever comes out is the punch, you have to add a ton of sugar and what not for it to be a punch. Punch uses fruit juice but that doesn't make it a juice. It is a mixed drink. While juice is....well, juice.