My final Budapest video!
Tag: travel
Darling
For those of you who attended the writer’s open mic tonight, this is what came out of those frantic scribblings you witnessed. Continue reading “Darling”
IFA 2011 Trailer
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These Folk: Thoughts from Places- Budapest, Hungary
[Day 57] And on we go
I don’t have time for a long post today, because in about ten minutes I’m leaving for a journalism conference. But today I woke up thirty minutes before I had to in order to straighten my hair. I haven’t straightened my hair for a long time now, but I know how much easier it is to deal with when I’m traveling. So I went out on a limb and hoped that I could finish with this mass of hair before I had to finish packing and eat. And I did! It looks weird to me because I’ve become so used to seeing my large puff every morning, but I’m relieved that I don’t have to care for it for the next few days.
[Day 55] You and I left our troubles far behind
The following is my account of the second day of the trip I took to Washington, DC, in 8th grade. Four years ago. Wow. Long time. For clarification, Redlands is the other middle school that went with us, this is how I wrote back in 8th grade, and I was in a room with four other girls. I didn’t like any of them, and they didn’t like me. I slept in a cot at the far end of our room and I was still in my annoying non-conformity stage. Enjoy. Continue reading “[Day 55] You and I left our troubles far behind”
Ramblings from Oregon
Because the computers on campus are somewhat inconvenient to get to and to be at, I decided to blog while I had the chance. My writing has been going very well, since that’s basically all I do. I read some, then I am given a general thought and am told to write about it for five to ten minutes. It yields interesting results. Examples: Continue reading “Ramblings from Oregon”
Mirrors and Hotels
Mirrors are very useful contraptions. When you walk by one, it’s hard not to check your hair or that grossly disproportionate thing on your face that is your nose. (Maybe that’s just me) But mirrors can be awkward too. So here, now, are the three most awkward placements of mirrors. Continue reading “Mirrors and Hotels”
Your mom’s like a postcard
Something I find a little… funny actually in sports, is how players get traded from team to team, state to state, city to city.
I don’t like it for a lot of reasons, I can just imagine having a family and all of a sudden having to completely change lifestyles because your coach doesn’t want you anymore. It’s absolutely a crazy thought, professional athletes are away from their family a ton as it is. It’s kinda funny because it’s so simple. A coach can just say he doesn’t want a living human being and easily send them away, it’s just so easy. I can’t imagine doing that to someone either, telling them they have to go live a world away and work for a guy they don’t know. I hate that, athletes lives are so unstable.
But the funny thing is I actually think it’s right. Athletes are obviously paid big bucks, a lot of people get traded to places where they’re gonna make more money anyway. It’s what they asked for, sports are extremely extremely unstable, nothing is set in stone. It’s the entertainment industry too, if they’re going to get a team more money by getting more people to go to the games then that’s it, it’s their job.
I don’t like it because I just wouldn’t want that to happen to me, it’d be so hard on a family. But the long and short of it is that it’s the world of sports, people have to get traded. They took the job understanding the risks, their jobs have cons too, not just pros. Trades are part of the game in my opinion, what’s yours?
This is Scarface signing off.
Hah Hah Henna
So last night, all of the (eleven) girls in my hall ordered Chinese food, sat in one of their room’s, and did Henna. For those of you who don’t known what Henna is, it’s basically a temporary tattoo that lasts for three weeks. I got a crescent moon on the webbing between my thumb and pointer finger, a heart on my wrist (both of these are fairly small), and a sun on my ankle. Not very creative, maybe, but I’m stuck with it for three weeks. Don’t want to get annoyed with ’em.
They look pretty cool though. I’m very excited. I’ll post pictures when I get home.
Roommate is standing over my shoulder so I should probably go.
Roommate just wiped her nose.
Roommate is giggling.
Roommate won’t stop giggling.
I have to sleep in the same room as this person.
Dang it stop giggling.
Stop.
Hah. She stopped.
Goodbye.