A year ago today,
I went to my cousin Dano and was forced to watch him cut wood while I practice drawing. Finally after two hours of trying to draw the vines on his fence in the backyard, we finally retreated to the cool dark basement. He turned on his Wii and put on Lost Season One: Episode One and he watched me with eager eyes. I was freaked out as he kept watching to see if I approved of the show. First time watching I thought well the doctor guy hot but this is weird. I kept at it though. My hours had been cut at work then I became entangled in characters. I felt like they were my family.
I went away to school and Lost got me through it. It taught of fate. Everything and everyone you meet is connected and it all has a purpose. Everyone has a story. Without Lost, I would be different. People say it's a just a TV show. Those people have never watched Lost with their eyes and hearts open. It's a spiritual experience just as reading the Bible or mediating. Lost is beautiful and something I needed to grow up. So if you never saw Lost. Get on Nexflix, Hulu plus etc. etc. and watch it change you.
LIVE TOGETHER OR DIE ALONE
Salt Lake Nights
About Me
- Gracie
- "I'm a modern girl but I fold in half so easily when I put myself in a picture of success." -Rilo Kiley
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
October 19, 2009
It probably went something like this.
I wake at 7:20 and pull on my hoodie. I straighted my faded orange brown bangs. I open my overheating fridge and pour a mug of diet coke. I drink in thirty seconds. I hear the honk of Cookie and dash for the car. Daniel is ten minutes late again but I would have been too if I picked him up. We drive down state at spaceship speed Lady Ga Ga blaring in our groggy ears.
I run to Art 1010 and Mr. White smiles as I run in late. I sit down and take out my mediocre still life. Half asleep me and Kenna eat her lunch Stacy packed for her. I draw for about ten minutes but so I am listening to Lauren tell me about some odd fact of the universe and discuss with her the rest of class. Spartan Vision comes on and I watch the PSA's about sluffing and watch Kristina awkwardly but informatively anchor to the student body. The bell rings and I shuffle to A Capella choir.
Choir is a pointless blur. I make fun of people with Brianna and listen to Lindsay and Hayley chat about life. We sing Amazing Grace and I wake from the haze of insecurity and just release it into a song of redemption and hoping for something better than this moment. The endless hour and a half ends and I head to Sport Psychology.
On the way to Sports Psych, I walk past everyone I will not miss seeing in a year and head to the second floor. There sits Daniel in the right hand corner with his headphones in. I sit down and I say something pretty awkward and I get the "Oh my hell you did not just say that look". The bell rings and I turn around and Demoux teaches us about teamwork. I draw Daniel pictures in my notebook with captions like "Do you enjoy the ride?" "Joe wake up!" He responds with picture of us as Lady Ga Ga for Halloween. The bell rings and we drive to his house for lunch.
I open up the pantry and grab the jar of peanut butter. Daniel pulls out the wheat thins and puts them in bags. I take my green cup out of the pantry and drink some fridge water. We make our sandwiches and head back to Murray.
I go to algebra 2 and sit in the back. I'm the only senior. I hear the sophomores endlessly buzz about MAG and other school functions. The loud Spartanion girl rambles on about her awesome weekend with her awesome friends and awesome drama etc. etc. I plug Lilly my i-pod in and blast some T-Swift because I'm in a sappy mood and venture into the world of Slope and intercept.
Bell rings and I'm in Cookie and we're driving taking pictures for Daniel's art studio class.
This was life. Looking back, this was one of the best times of my life. But at the same time, here, now present I am. I be. I create.
not I tolerate. not I wait. not I can't.
Today, this is I can.
I wake at 7:20 and pull on my hoodie. I straighted my faded orange brown bangs. I open my overheating fridge and pour a mug of diet coke. I drink in thirty seconds. I hear the honk of Cookie and dash for the car. Daniel is ten minutes late again but I would have been too if I picked him up. We drive down state at spaceship speed Lady Ga Ga blaring in our groggy ears.
I run to Art 1010 and Mr. White smiles as I run in late. I sit down and take out my mediocre still life. Half asleep me and Kenna eat her lunch Stacy packed for her. I draw for about ten minutes but so I am listening to Lauren tell me about some odd fact of the universe and discuss with her the rest of class. Spartan Vision comes on and I watch the PSA's about sluffing and watch Kristina awkwardly but informatively anchor to the student body. The bell rings and I shuffle to A Capella choir.
Choir is a pointless blur. I make fun of people with Brianna and listen to Lindsay and Hayley chat about life. We sing Amazing Grace and I wake from the haze of insecurity and just release it into a song of redemption and hoping for something better than this moment. The endless hour and a half ends and I head to Sport Psychology.
On the way to Sports Psych, I walk past everyone I will not miss seeing in a year and head to the second floor. There sits Daniel in the right hand corner with his headphones in. I sit down and I say something pretty awkward and I get the "Oh my hell you did not just say that look". The bell rings and I turn around and Demoux teaches us about teamwork. I draw Daniel pictures in my notebook with captions like "Do you enjoy the ride?" "Joe wake up!" He responds with picture of us as Lady Ga Ga for Halloween. The bell rings and we drive to his house for lunch.
I open up the pantry and grab the jar of peanut butter. Daniel pulls out the wheat thins and puts them in bags. I take my green cup out of the pantry and drink some fridge water. We make our sandwiches and head back to Murray.
I go to algebra 2 and sit in the back. I'm the only senior. I hear the sophomores endlessly buzz about MAG and other school functions. The loud Spartanion girl rambles on about her awesome weekend with her awesome friends and awesome drama etc. etc. I plug Lilly my i-pod in and blast some T-Swift because I'm in a sappy mood and venture into the world of Slope and intercept.
Bell rings and I'm in Cookie and we're driving taking pictures for Daniel's art studio class.
This was life. Looking back, this was one of the best times of my life. But at the same time, here, now present I am. I be. I create.
not I tolerate. not I wait. not I can't.
Today, this is I can.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
A year ago today.
August 4, 2009.
I can't remember said date. I remember August 4, 2008 and August 4, 2007 but not August 4, 2009.
There was a short lived tradition that me, Kristina Blesch, and Shannon Collins would eat at the Spaghetti Factory every year on August 4. This stopped happening last year. It's sad but I'm not sure if we were always meant to be friends for more than those two summers. We're all graduated now and are on very different paths of life but it's funny to think we were brought together for two summers. No matter what happens from now on, we will always be connected to those long summer nights and we all we'll see the long term affect of wearing of yogurt Papaya mask.
I can't remember said date. I remember August 4, 2008 and August 4, 2007 but not August 4, 2009.
There was a short lived tradition that me, Kristina Blesch, and Shannon Collins would eat at the Spaghetti Factory every year on August 4. This stopped happening last year. It's sad but I'm not sure if we were always meant to be friends for more than those two summers. We're all graduated now and are on very different paths of life but it's funny to think we were brought together for two summers. No matter what happens from now on, we will always be connected to those long summer nights and we all we'll see the long term affect of wearing of yogurt Papaya mask.
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