Hi y’all I’ve officially created a separate tumblr dedicated to all things originally from me. All posts there will be made 100% from me. So far there are 4 posts. One Poem, Two Drawings/Photos I’ve made, and a video that is now uploaded to YouTube. I thought that maybe it’d be interesting and funkadelic to make weird videos during the summer and actually commit to it. If you like it please follow and share it, no matter how embarrassed you think I might get. If you are a frequent user of the YouTube go ahead and subscribe to my channel if you’d like. If anyone wants to be a part of what I am doing as well, let me know. Things are a little weird over on the other tumblr but I think it’ll be good. Give me feedback, anything is appreciated!
Things I would like to do this summer
- make my own skirt or romper
- buy that bathing suit ive always wanted
- fix up my jeep
- read Walden
- get a job and SAVE $$$
- READ READ READ READ
- fix the needle on my record player
- PRESERVE WALTER
- gather apartment items
- f r i z
- bike around
- LOVE THE SUN AND BREATHE THE SUN AND LIVE
Last night around 8 pm my mother called me. She and my father had just visited me on Saturday so I thought it was a little odd that she called me less than 24 hours later. Small chit chat pass and eventually I say “so what’s up?” and she starts saying all of these things I never would have expected.
“I just called because I wanted to let you know that I loved seeing you yesterday and that it sounds like you are really doing well. I am proud of you. You working hard I know, and I know it’s not easy. I just proud that you are doing this. I am just happy that you’re writing now. Not a lot of people can do what they love… I should have brought some of your writing home to read.”
In a home with a family that is passive aggressive about love, and feelings…it’s nice to know that every once in a while I can see a glimpse. I can see that even though I joke about how my parents are “idiots,” it’s really not true. So they don’t get my humor and tell me to quiet down. So they say I’m lazy and ask my why I’m making a burrito (as if they’ve never seen such a thing). So they think I’m either asexual or I’ve had a hundred secret ex-boyfriends. And sure, they don’t say I love you and hug me every once in a while. But when I leave my home after a weekend being away from college, they get all sentimental and shower me with love the 30 seconds before I leave while I’m dragging 3 bags over my shoulder, running to catch my ride.
My dad complains about my tattoo and my mom just looks at me with this little smirk and the occasional “ugh,” but I know they really don’t care about it. What they do care about is my happiness.
Feelings are weird.
Family is even weirder.
Just ordered the novel American Psycho from the 5 college library system, going to read that during exams week when I’ll be lounging. I’m currently reading a graphic novel about a Vietnamese family and it’s absolutely beautiful. The color scheme is unbelievably amazing. The plot line is a tad difficult to follow because I get lost in all these names that are foreign to me, but it’s a learned process. Wow, I feel real great today. I just rode my bike into town with Kate and we got coffee and got some work down. It’s only 3 o clock and although I am fucking hungover I feel pretty good. This funky week put a damper on my mood but after this weekend I think that this mood will dissipate as the weather gets more and more gorgeous.