i don't think i'm crazy.

if matthew's available, then i'm going to adopt him, if the jamaican government will allow it. he's the motivation i've been lacking since...the 90s (haha! "the 90s" wow)...to do what i really want to do. i am finally ready to do the necessary schooling to have the job i really want and settle in one place. WHAT?!?! ME? IN ONE PLACE! yeah. wow right? anyways.......
i just have to try.
i may not get matthew. he might go to someone else. he might stay at the children's home.
but i know the point right now is to try.
so i am.
cuz if we could be together forever, it would be...awesome. the best thing in the world. it's a non issue to me that he might always be sick, that he might have fetal alcohol syndrome, and that i'm single.
because i know it's the right thing to do.
and he is in my heart the way jamaica is in my heart.
indescribeable love.

off my chest

i don't care how much attention it gets or how funny people think it is...but for some reason it just really bugs me and makes me uncomfortable when white people mock hip hop and rap culture by wearing fake bling and baggy clothes and sing their little rap songs making fools of themselves. and it makes me even more uncomfortable when a bunch of people get together and watch videos of it and laugh and stuff...it's just weird.
i'm not talking about the people who take it seriously [vanilla ice, eminem for example]...they're not making a mockery of it so whatever.

i just don't like it. is that bad? so slay me...i just don't see humor in it. i don't like when people make fun of each other. not saying i'm innocent of it. but it makes me sad. and it's just awkward. why do people think it's okay to do that?

how will i make it?

one of these would be nice:


i don't really want to take a nap, but i don't think i can stay awake in my 6-9 class tonight if i don't. i haven't had allergy symptoms like this in i don't even remember how long and all i've had energy for this week is SLEEPING. it's ridiculous.

and i have weird pains in my quads and haven't been able to exercise since i went to jamaica. [on the way there, in two seperate small moments, i had these crazy spasms in my quads, a very concentrated area where there was a POP!!!! of pain followed by my whole body sweating and shaking, feeling like i'd vomit, unable to move my leg for about 2-5 minutes...it was crazy. even now, just getting up from sitting down i feel a sharp pain...weird.] so even when i'm not feeling all stuffy and achy from allergies, i can't exercise because of my stupid legs. except for maybe just arm weights and situps. but i want to runnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.

anyway.
i have nothing more to say.

gimmie sunshine

ryan adams gets me every time.
some of his songs have such a peaceful drive.
i don't know how he does it...but it's a gift.
i'm serious, just listening to his music makes me FEEL LIKE i'm in a comfortable place...i'm sitting in an office chair and the walls are painted bright colors and it's stuffy in here, but i feel like the day is just reaching dusk and i'm in a big airy room, windows down with a cool breeze and my down comforter, maybe even drinking hot chocolate or tea [or jamaican blue mountain coffee!!] and even though some of my best friends are in the room, nobody's talking and i'm completely rested with nowhere to go until tomorrow.
that's just one of the ways i feel when i listen to his music.
sometimes i feel like his songs are about me.
the happy ones and the sad ones.
and sometimes i feel like running around in a meadow and sprawling out on my back to watch the sky, minus the bugs and allergy symptoms, when i'm listening to his music.
sometimes his music makes me cry.
anyway, i'm going to bed now. hopefully i don't have the same nightmare for the third time. [it involved a tiger trying to kill me and trapping me in a room and i had to crawl out a hole in the celing and there was much more to it but i'll spare you the details. i don't want to scare you and i'm sure you can find other things to laugh at...]

my sister and i are going to make a children's book about a young elephant escaping his elephant world and...nope, i wont tell you the rest. angela's art for it is amazing.

buona notte.

...while listening to the end of the end by bellarayne...

...i just started typing for the sake of typing, and these are the words that ended up on this page. and i guarantee you that when i re-read it, i wont remember thinking it:

so where am i going?
that's the question you always ask so well.
what answer will i give this time, this time?
are you even listening? or do you just want to fight?
i thought i finally might be pleasing to you,
be everything you thought i would be.
i'm sorry i'm so different, so different than what you expected.
but can i still be your little girl?
this bleeding heart wants to know, will you still love me?
i should be old enough not to care, but this heart, this heart wont let go.
stop trying? to stop trying would be the equivalent of dying.
i want you in my life, in my life and sharing joy.
why must we be broken? can't we heal, why can't we heal?
let's try to be friends. let's let you love me again
like you must have when i was small.
this is the end.

if you can, listen to heavenly day by patty griffin while you watch this.

a little bit of time with him.
he's pretty sick so he's all mellow and stuff. fever, dehydrated, cough, other things...

doing.

oregon is over, which makes me a little sad.
i'm happy there is much talk of the next reunion...texas, i believe?
today has been a day of unwinding, which entails sleeping in, lounging, reading and writing, unpacking, things of that sort.

angela read a whole [thick] book and is on another.

all i've eaten today is about 1/3 of a box of gluten free nutty rice cereal with hemp milk [which is my new favorite, not including hazelnut, which i've only seen in jamaica even though it's america-made] topped with tons of blueberries, a small bowl of cottage cheese with blueberries and sprinkled with flaxseeds and cinnamon, two huge glasses of ice water, and now i'm eating a giant mug full of cherries and drinking iced darjeeling.

i'm hoping to attend the aveda institute [not random. been wanting to for YEARS] in minnesota since my uncle suggested that one and offered for me to live with their fam while i attend. that would be so great-i'll be able to spend time with my grandparents and cousins and aunts and uncles i miss...which means i must capitalize on living near ama right now and visit her much more often! [because that is something i was looking forward to upon returning from jamaica]

i can tell that i'm becoming much more healthy in general now that i'm eating gluten-free foods.
i got to see trigger and dave at a show in portland. that was fabulous.

i miss my hume friends and hume lake and friends from hume who aren't there.
i am very excited to go to kayla's wedding tomorrow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i'm also very excited to go to jamaica on monday. it's funny, i just feel like i'm popping across town.