Houdini

I don't know what it is about this song.

But it kills me. I can listen to it over and over again.

My mom says that she'd rather listen to The Fray. "Any day."

 So...One long-awaited point for The Fray.

One blow to Foster the People.

One Hundred and One Famous Poems

       "Think not, because no man sees, 

            Such things will remain unseen."

       -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

When I graduated this spring, my grandma gave me a book of poetry. One Hundred and One Famous Poems. She read to me some of the poems she likes, but after that, I only found time to become familiar with the cover. 

Tonight I pulled the book out. I only planned to glance through it, considering the time. But I re-realized the brilliance behind the worded-art, and my glancing through it became a delving.

People are lovely. Words are lovely. And I now have many scraps of paper marking poems that I find intriguing and lovely.

And to think that I used to get a horrible taste in my mouth whenever I tasted poetry.

That Thing In Which We All Exist

I've never broken a bone. I credit my intake of 3.4 gallons of milk. Daily.

Pandora should never play music I already have on my iPod.

I feel like the word "life" is overused and worn. I often want to say, "Life is _____." And I often do. But then I often feel blended into the Dictionary of the Overused Vocabulary. Because life is swell, but to express this would mean to express a somewhat cliche statement.

I have often heard that life is unpredictable. I believed that. To an extent. Because I always believed that life could also be a little bit predictable. Because it's always been a little bit predictable. Minorly.

Life is unpredictable, kids.

Too

I have too much to do within too much time I don't want to do it.

Unpretended Eyes

enervation

[ m u t e ]

Interviewee

It's nice to hear that out of 120 applicants, I was one of the narrowed-down twelve.

Also, I wish every interview could be like today's. The photography-talk, the Napoleon Dynamite references, discussing in-common crushes in elementary school between the two interviewers...


We'll see about this Friday business. Maybe I'll be employed again.

Maybe I won't be.

But maybe I will.

I Blank

I think the guy on the right is a genius.

I purchased my second phone in one week, today.

I have an interview tomorrow.

I miss plenty of things. Including my camera. It's sitting right next to me right now. But still.

I am going to go eat something.

A Constant

I have heard it a million times. "Life's only constant is change."

Every time I hear it, I ponderously purse my lips and I nod my head in a thoughtful fashion. Because how true is that statement.


Life is changing right now. As it must. But in a backward manner. It's morphing to what it once was. To a previous state, it feels like.


I think I am going to start being spontaneous. No, Really. Unpredictable. It always sounds like a good plan in my head, but my follow-through somehow dissolves like cotton candy on tongue. It is sometimes so easy to let my knees give out from under me and to just float down life. But maybe it's time for a kayak and a paddle. That way, I at least have a sip of control over my direction.

Right?


Don't worry, I'll be fluent in Metaphor any day now.

We Always Lawn-It

We like cinnamon rolls in this joint.

We like Sunday evening lawn-sits in this joint.

And Sunday evening lawn-stands, I guess.

Bee El Tee

I asked my mom if she wanted to have a midnight snack with me. She said, "Like what kind of midnight snack? Water?"

Then I dragged her along to Sconecutter. Well, she actually came without much budging. 

This is why we love mothers.

Now Put Your Hands Up

It was Alex's birthday.

We, the trio, frequently make an appearance at Vill Inn. Also referred to as Village Inn. It's tradition. So we went to put some grub into our bellies.

There was a large group of high school students occupying some of the tables. They left just before we did, and after we left, there they all were, chilling in the parking lot. Sitting outside of their cars. Hip hop blasted. Pumped up bass. Pumped up kicks, more than likely.

So Kiyna, Alex and I scampered over to my car, ignoring the awkward looks the high schoolers threw at us. When we got into my vehicle, I said, "Want to be obnoxious?" I turned the key, rolled down the windows, turned the radio up to the first song I found, and I pumped up the bass. "All The Single Ladies" wasn't the most gangster song I could have found, but we all found it mildly amusing.

So I started to back out of the parking spot and all seventeen year-old eyes were observing us skeptically. The three of us laughed and sang along, "...shoulda put a ring on it..."

Thud.

The tire hit the curb on the way to back out. I braked. I blinked. I pulled forward. And I re-pulled out of the parking space. As "All The Single Ladies" and the high schoolers' gangster music blared through the parking lot, we experienced a very awkward moment.

But at least three of us were laughing hysterically.

So, How Was It?

You know when people come home from Europe, Disneyland, serving a mission, a cruise, etcetera, and people always ask, "So, how was it?"

Everyone asks it. 

I can just imagine after we've all lived life and we are all in Heaven, we will be asking each other, "So, how was your life?"

And everyone will answer with the typical small-talk, "Oh, it was good. There were some hard things, but it was worth it. And how about yours?"

I also imagine another common question being asked. "So, how did you die?"

It will be amusing, I think. In a really strange way.

Whereabouts

Assuming you find relevance in the following words,


If I could tell you my life story in one post, I would. And by life story, I mean all of my recent enterprises of thought, experiences, dreams, laughs, confusions, employment, anticipations, smiles, adventures, and etcetera.

I may have been neglecting my blog for a minute, but rest assured, I have been keeping up with each of those lovely blogs I follow.

And now, I must dash off to some other happenings. All the while my fingers will be crossed; My brain will be contemplating photo blueprints; my stomach will be butterflying; My mouth will be smiling, frowning, whistling, and etcetera; The blog wheels in my head will be turning, and I will post the many thoughts in my head. Especially the ideas I have placed in my phone's drafts, and maybe some ideas I placed in my blog's drafts.


Until soon,
Bethany

Little Arty

Remember this? Little Artichoke? I've neglected that little box of a blog. Kiyna and Alex were keeping a count of how many days I hadn't written my chapter.

And really, just read chapter one if you haven't read any of it yet. That's all. Just chapter one is all I'm asking of you.

Overlooked

Dusting away inside my computer.

Play days,

Rooftop gandering,

Table petals,

Odd seating,

Swing-soaring,

And tree petals.

You Love

You love broken plumbing in the sky.

You  love  s m i l i n g.

You love a fat, swollen, unpleasant lip that looks (un)attractive in the mirror.

You love (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7...) decisions made.

You love waking up early and discovering the perfect peace that morning can be. The kind you've missed out on all summer.

You love a shifted revision.


Because I do.