weekend

A weekend full of adventures.

On Friday I visited my high school and had all kinds of fun, then I stayed for this thing called the Illuminarium, which is “a festival of lights” but is basically just a wonderful celebration of the crazy artsyness that is the school. I ran this interactive thing that someone else created for the first one, which was quite popular. I also got to see a bunch of other alumni who were home, which was nice, and all my friends who still go there. I got covered in glow-in-the-dark paint and ran around with glowsticks. Then instead of watching the movie I went for an epic ramble with two guys who were in my writing workshop last year, which was really fun. We walked to this ice cream place, only to get there five minutes after they closed. Quite the walk, but totally worth it even without any ice cream. Of course, I was wearing totally the wrong shoes and my feet got all blister-y, but still. Worth it.

Yesterday I spent five hours representing the camp I work at at our town’s “Discovery Day” street fair thing, painting kid’s faces. My friend who also works there was there, and we had a blast. She even painted a flower on my face. I murdered my knees, though. I was either standing, kneeling in a parking lot, or bent over all funny for the whole five hours, pretty much, and now I’m sore. But the kids loved all the facepaint (and the candy we had) and some of the parents even seemed interested in the brochures. Then in the evening I went to see Star Trek with my family. Sooo good! And it has Simon Pegg, who I love. With a fierce accent.

Today there was much driving around and grocery shopping with my mother, and I got a delicious cappuccino brownie out of it. So yummy. Oh so very yummy.

So, good weekend.

a bit from my paper journal, a collection of thoughts

“Catholicism – walking in a snowy parking lot – cold & slushy, more flakes coming down – grey all around – stained glass – confusion, questions – crosses – smoke and candles – inconsistencies – disagreement – unexplained – unexplainable? – books”

I was raised Catholic.  But I didn’t really believe.  So when Confirmation approached, I told my mom I wasn’t doing it.  (A fight ensued.)

I sometimes wish I believed in someone to pray to.

But I don’t.  And I can’t just wake up and decide to.

I can’t just throw faith out into a mysterious something that may or may not have someone in it.

This needs more thought.

snowy day

I went for a walk at lunch, even though it was disturbingly cold and I have a terrible cough.

Not sure why.

Took some pretty pictures.

Easier to freeze than think about a crush, maybe.

Because I have one.