Next Time,

I'm going to hike the Abel Tasman Track, all five days of it.

We'll build a tree root hut on Rabbit Island and live there for at least an entire day, if not more. I'll weave the walls and you will fish and we'll float in that calm blue water until we've been borne across the bay and have to swim back to shore, running to our stick-and-stone hut, slap-slap across the sand.

I'll spend every single day outside, be it hiking, cycling, kayaking or running.

We won't be afraid to wave at him maniacally from the bus. He loves you, we know that now.

I'll take every offer to go out of town, be it Punakaike or Rotorua.

I'll eat a chip with tomato paste. One chip. Maybe.

We'll take the bus to Kaikoura, just the two of us. We'll pretend we're British tourists and say things like "jolly good" and "blimey!"

I'll stay over at Georgia's and we'll map out a rough draft of Footsteps on the Window. She'll still direct, though I'm not sure I want the lead anymore.

I'll do everything I did before all over again---not because it wasn't right the first time, but because we couldn't have done it better.

(And Salome won't get away so easily. Next time, I won't let her fall.)

raspberries!

Someone's left little yellow post-its all over campus---boards, benches, fence links, door handles, you name it---with the pen-written reminder "I love you."

Praise the people, I want to write this person back. He's made my day.

top five : moments of the day

5. Flashback to afternoons spent riding my bike through Hope, making me run a little bit harder.

4. Cut-and-paste doodling in my journal.

3. A call from the Fantastically Fictitious---he's coming to visit tomorrow!

2. Lexi Khan's Most Brilliant Discussion on Darfur at Students for Africa.

1. Vacuuming dirt from X's sheets as she lay there laughing at the idea that she'd just been awakened by my lovely potted plant toppling from the window sill onto her head.

post-patrick thought

I always figured that wearing green was a part of a childhood past; that the whole pinch-punishment was something to forget after elementary years. I mean, I think that---and then it's the morning of the seventeenth and I find myself threading a green necklace around my neck and slipping on my green sandals.

I'm outside all that day, passing crowds of students, families, couples. I begin to tally up the wearers-o-the-green, ticking them off on my fingers as they pass by. I am gobsmacked. They are all wearing green. Young, old, inbetween. Green, green, green. I passed a hand-holding couple that had coordinated their Patty's Day attire from green t-shirt to painted toe. I love that we are all so influenced by the whims of society.

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On another note (albeit still green), I was once green girl. Green's girl, rather. Oh, the color-coded relationships of seventh grade . . .

flyers and ducks and pda--oh my!

I know, I know, you've heard entirely too much of me lately, but I'll make this quick. In short, Divine Comedy freakin' rocks. Tonight's show was, without contest, the best I've ever seen. From Disney princesses interrupted to Easter gazelles to idiosnyergy and philosophers speaking in hubris I was absolutely non-stop laughing. It didn't help that the central show---The Wizard of the Wilk---was spot-on; I'll be quoting that one for days.

And, in keeping with my J-named boys, I'm in love with Jono.

In love with Jono!

Iiiiiinn love with Jono, step in time, In love with Jono, step in time. Never need a reason, never need a rhyme: step in time, step in time!

Okay, so maybe you had to be there.

Pyrotechnics!

Villa-Lobos: Prelude #4 in E Minor, A 419/4

1. Put your music player on shuffle.
2. Press forward for each question.
3. Use the song title as the answer to the question.




What does this upcoming year have in store for me?
Independence Day (Melanie C [Bend it Like Beckham])

How about the next year?
Way Back Into Love (Hugh Grant & Drew Barrymore)

What does your love life look like?
The Tide is High (Atomic Kittens)

What will tomorrow bring?
Roman Candles (Elliot Smith)

What do I say when life gets hard?
Sweet Surrender (Sarah McLachlan)

How about when it's a breeze?
Goodbye to You (Michelle Branch)

What do I think of when I get up in the morning?
Who Painted the Moon Black? (Hayley Westenra)

What do I think before I fall asleep?
I Second the Emotion (Smokey Robinson)

What song will I dance to at my wedding?
Sweetness (Jimmy Eat World)

What do I want to do for my career?
All At Sea (Jamie Callum)

Your favorite saying?
Niente Di Piu (LunaPop)

Favorite place?
Never Leave Lonely Alone (Ben Harper)

Favorite vacation?
Hollow Head (Sloan)

What do you think of your parents?
Fear Not the Wild Things (Kalai)

What do you think of your siblings?
Meet Me By The Water (Rachel Yamagata)

What do you think of your best friend?
Copperline (James Taylor)

Boyfriend?
The Only Boy Living in New York (Simon & Garfunkel)

Where would you go on a first date?
He Woke Me Up Again (Sufjan Stevens)

Where are you going to propose?
Wild World (Cat Stevens)

What's your graduation song?
Your Eyes Open (Keane)

What are you going to name your first born son?
Kwmbayah (BYU Men's Chorus)

And your first born daughter?
Psychobabble (Frou Frou)

Drug of choice?
On The Ride (Aly & AJ)

Describe yourself.
遇到 (方雅贤)

What is the thing I like doing most?
Girl on the Wing (The Shins)

The song that best describes the president?
Goodnight to a Mother's Dream (Nanci Griffith)

What is my state of mind like at the moment?
Demons (Guster)

How will I die?
Ain't No Sunshine (Bill Withers)

What will my last words be?
I Wanna Know (Dead Flowers)

What will people remember about me?
Field Below (Regina Spektor)

The song that will be played at my funeral?
For Elena (Cinema Paradiso)

What will they engrave on my tombstone?
Come Away With Me (Norah Jones)

The song you'll put as the title:
Villa-Lobos: Prelude #4 in E Minor, A 419/4

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Couldn't resist---some of these answers were just too classic (Fear Not the Wild Things? Come Away With Me?!)---thanks to thirdmango for the diversion; it was worth it. And M, if nothing else, this should warrant a blog post from you. It's been a long time, my friend.

nineteen again again

Hold up. Forget everything I've ever said about nineteen, be it mathematical or musical.

This is nineteen.

Zhi Shu and Cadbury Eggs? Gold star goes to Molly for the day---this is just too, too much.