Travel Babble

Well what do you know! Wearing skinny jeans to the law firm work just cuz they’re black is completely acceptable (on occasion, of course, I’m sure).

I went to the dentist today for the first time in three years. My teeth look absolutely immaculate; my gums look like swollen plums. Kinda like these lovely women.

I would like to also say that my dental hygienist, Debbie (you have to say her name with a mocking face), has been my dental hygienist for as long as I can remember. Every time I go to the dentist, I hope she’s gotten fired. I almost got up out of the chair today and told her “Never mind” on the appointment because she is so rough. She is such a masculine-handed lady that always asks awkward questions and wants to be best friends. She also said that I drank too much coffee.

I spent last night discussing the intricacies of dreams, UFO’s, the theory of relativity and the breaking of sound barriers. It was an ideal night full of interesting conversations that were discussed in a very scientific, excited and fascinated fashion. I was beside myself that someone would oblige the nerd side of me in conversation; just a day in the life. I love my friends.

• Also, I looked into bus and plane tickets today. To random places. I’ve always said that one of the main things on my bucket list is to get my passport and just fly anywhere on a whim—not tell anyone where I’m going… Just leave for a little while and get to explore something on my own, perhaps, and plan it as I go. So I looked into prices today. Round-trip bus tickets within a four hour radius is about $80. Plane tickets to the northern side of the States is roughly $200. And anything like Costa Rica, Paris, etc. is at least $800, which is slightly out of my price range... Honestly, I’d like to visit the Northwest at some point and will probably end up doing that. I want to take a bus someday (on the bucket list) as well as fly by myself (also on the bucket list). Now that I have two jobs, the idea isn’t quite so far fetched. I mean, if not now then when? I’m free-spirited; this is the only life I get to lead. I want to see everything. Believe it.

This That I Hear

Do you ever listen to those non-sounds you hear? Imagine one of those rare times when all is completely quiet, you're all alone, no air conditioner rattling in your house, no birds chirping, no neighbor blaring their less-than-ideal music. Not a sound that you can put your finger on, if that were even possible. Seemingly utter silence. You don't realize you're hearing anything. But I think about the film crew on Milam, that twisty street I never remember the name of by the river, the factory you can see from downtown, the trains... I'm sure that we're not hearing nothing. Rather a none too small collection of somethings. If all of those things suddenly stopped, don't you think it would sound different? What does absolute silence even sound like? And what is it that we actually hear when we think we're hearing nothing? When we think we're hearing silence, I imagine we're hearing hundreds of different sounds that add up into the low hum of some frequency we didn't even notice. But it's there. It's mind boggling how much goes on around us without our even knowing. Absolute silence must be almost frightening.

WHO WANTS TO MAKE SHOES WITH ME?!!!!

Bucket List Entries

• Finish my scarf.
• Sky dive!!!!! (I know I've probably already said this on here, but this is the OFFICIAL entry.)
• "Chew someone out" successfully. (This really shouldn't be on any normal person's bucket list, but I think that, for me, it would actually be a good character trait to have- having the balls to say something when it needs to be said and following through with it.)
• Give blood and plasma.

The Bucket List Begins

Oooooo....

So last week, I thought about doing a project where I look at pictures from every state and try to pick out where I would ideally live. Rather, what general region I would like to live in, based on the nature in the area mainly. *Tree hugger But there are so many states- I get overwhelmed. And then I looked up pictures of Louisiana, and the pictures that I found look nothing like what most of Louisiana actually looks like. It made people that live in Louisiana look like we lived in Cypress trees with pelicans and alligators as our only wildlife. I got discouraged and gave up, though I still want to pick the project back up at some point.

Had to pick out my school and work schedule today. It's this whole weight and balances thing with sanity on one side and money on the other. Trying to pretend like I'm an adult is quite stressful.

I should start tabulating my bucket list. It's been in my head since I was little. My first entry goes as follows:

- Play an instrument until my fingers bleed. (Anything my dad did when he was my age automatically got put in the BAD ARSS part of the Bucket List. I don't necessarily want to do this anymore now, but it's worth putting on here to pay homage to my childhood dreamssssssss. Such a sweet little child, I was.... ... Who am I kidding? I really wouldn't mind bleeding all over my piano if I got the opportunity now anyway, so I can't act as if I've grown up too much. I'd rig some awesome looking band-aid knuckle wrap and feel like I really accomplished something. I'd rig the shit out of it.