"Today, The Day That Steinbrenner Died," Screams the Television

The photo seven down, look - the color of the house, of the leaves!

(These are from the morning of the 4th, at the Greene's)

I'm in a bed awake, typing, while the person that I am in love with sleeps next to me/(This is one of my favorite feelings )

Hot July

I've developed a post-birthday cold it seems. Twenty three, pfft, you better drop the sass, I won't have any of it. My sorry self was laid up on the couch last night with a box of tissues, and I may or may not have watched four hours of Law and Order Criminal Intent. That much television right before sleep had my head all bonkers with visions of gore and set-ups and detectives in heavy coats (regardless of the season).

As of tomorrow, I'm a step closer to doing something that I've been thinking of for a while, something that's far bigger than my single self, something that will (hopefully, ideally) be sincerely helpful for the city that I love, my Bold New City of the South. No more on that though, I don't want to jinx it or say too much, but fingers and toes crossed, please and thank you!

R. and I are looking at apartments. Once everything is decided upon, we are going to move the furniture I'm inheriting down from Maryland.. yikes, slightly stressed about that, but Great Grandmother Mills' huge, round, hundred year old table and my Nana and Pop-Pop's mid century couch will be amazing to live with, to feel my family history surrounding us. Maybe I'm a romantic or that's too material object-oriented, but I like the notion regardless - it makes the people I never knew concrete, relocates places no longer tangible directly to me.

Beirut

Prodigal Celebrations, Day of Birth

Corn-hole is a game similar to .. Skeet Ball? Shuffle Board? It sounds awfully dirty used as a verb ('corn holing', hah), but it's really just bags of corn being tossed at a board with a hole in it. Aunt Beth let us borrow it for birthday festivities tonight and tomorrow. I'm actually quite terrible at it! But, familial corn holing aside, we had pizza, Christy and Jason stopped by, and a jovial time opening presents and eating cake and ice cream. And then swimming later on! With fireworks. Oh yes, summer time, oh yes :}

It Feels the Way You Told Me How It'd Always Feel

Stumbled Upon

Read this. Read the comments, too. Type-casting is interesting - petulant rich children or terrorists or students working for change? People's opinions are interesting. Someone used the term 'armchair activist' and it's stuck in my mind.

Mouvance/ {Changeability}

I'm typing this on my laptop and after being apart from it for almost two months, it's awfully strange! I left it in Nordic Princess' car the day of graduation, jeez laweez. I brought it back today (sad to only return with a computer and not fur-child, Arthur Dent, who, it has been decided is going to remain living with Ruby and Nordic Princess and Kath-a-leen in Winter Park until R. and I get our apartment in Riverside) (it's better for him and the familial Seeback kitcats this way, as they'd have to cohabitate and Arth would haaate wearing little claw covers, but selfish girl that I am, I want him here purring and chirping with me, I miss him so).

Anyhow, R. and I went over to Orlando yesterday and made fruit salad with said Nordic Princess and Kath-a-leen, had dinner at Ethos with ChristyAnne and Jason (R. had the coconut tempeh wrap and proclaimed it scrumptious and I had the pizza with pesto sauce, artichokes, garlic and roasted red pepper, amazing!) and then drank wine and cider Jason had made, jovially conversating well into the velvety summer night. We ended up crashing there and I woke up extremely early and sat outside drawing and taking pictures, it was a nice start to the fourth of July. Then we had a BBQ and rainy swim with the girls and their friend Reid (Reed?Reid. Reed?) and then headed back to the island.

I'm off to go contemplate the number twenty three (the age that I shall be Friday, it's a number that I honestly dislike, one of those numbers that just rubs me the wrong way, you know? So I'm working on my okay-ness with it, since I have a whole year of it!) and type up my resume as to not be an unemployed (albeit radiantly happy) college graduate. I hope everyone had an enjoyable fourth of July!

This Feels Foreign

Hello, Blog-o-Sphere, I've been MIA for a bit. My feet are finally back on the terra firma that is the baking and broiling Floridian peninsula, even though my head is wandering around Spain somewhere still. How does one get back in to regular 'blogging'? (and is that a ridiculous question like I feel it is? Haha)

I Like the Pacific Northwest and the Pacific Northwest Likes Me

Portland So Far -

In a word, amazing. Lush, suprisingly sunny, delicious food and beer, walking and public transport to everything and new friends from the hostel. Win :} Voodoo vegan donuts at midnight? AHH, yes please! And a hostel that's in a beautiful historic house. This is wonderful!