Dancing Alone.

Danelle left on Sunday because she got REALLY sick. At the time I didn’t think much of it, but I just got a phone call from her and it’s not likely that she will be back this semester. I’m super bummed. I’m pretty sure she was my other half and I now wander in search of what I have lost. She is going to Vienna on the study abroad program in the fall, so I won’t get to see her at all. We had planned to take down our room together and watch “Breakfast At Tiffany’s” and order pizza, but now I will take it down alone.
She’s so sick, I feel so bad for her. When she talks, it sounds as if she is on her deathbed. Oh, how I wish she would get better! It is rather lonely in my room. Even though there are always 3 other people in here it is still sad, especially since there is only a week left of school and we all want to hang out before we leave. Poor Danelle, if I were a fairy I would heal her and then she would come back and dance to Snow Patrol. Speaking of Snow Patrol, that is why I wrote this. Danelle and I always dance around to Snow Patrol. The other night it came on and I started to dance, then I realized Danelle wasn’t here and I stopped.

Being sick is dumb! We should go on strike or something.



NO more dancing.

Love; what does it look like?

-April 16, 2007

My mom called at 2 o’clock today.
She never calls early in the day unless it’s Tuesday or Wednesday.
Today was Monday.
She called in the middle of a class.
I called her back at 4.
All she wanted was to hear my voice.

Today the deadliest shooting in history took place at Virginia Tech. 33 people have lost their lives.

“I just had to hear your voice,” she said as her voice quivered through the phone, “I needed to hear you were okay.”

By these few words my mom spoke, my entire outlook of the situation changed.

Today someone at Virginia Tech’s mom tried to call her daughter to repeat these same words. She didn’t return the phone call.

To you and I, these 33 people are just 33 people.
To someone else, it was their daughter, son, brother, mother, granddaughter, cousin, uncle, fiancé, wife, roommate, student, professor or even a friend.

Today thousands of lives were immediately affected by this one event. Tonight, they will go to sleep and pray that it will all have been a bad dream, which will only make it worse when they wake.

To the gunman, I can only imagine the unrest in his soul. I can’t fathom the pain he must have felt to drive him this far.

Do you think if we all learned how to love, would anything change?

The Last Time I Went To California I was 5 years old.

Spring Break was last week and guess where I went????

Yep, California! I have 2 friends that live in Los Angeles, so we decided to go visit. I must say that this trip was the most interesting of all! It started with a 31.5 hour train ride and a 1.5 hour charter bus ride. Erika and Danelle were on the train as well, so it wasn’t that boring. Erika and I both get extremely car sick, and the train wasn’t any better. To prevent this we took Dramamine. Et pretty much knocked me out most of the way there, and it was great!
There are way too many details about the trip, so I will only mention the best.

So here we go:
Best detail #1:
Disney Land - Danelle and I have never been, and it’s completely unacceptable for 19 year olds to have never gone to this magical place, so we totally went. I think my favorite rides were: Tower of Terror, Indiana Jones, and Space Mountain (In no particular order of course!). Oh, Buzz Lightyear was also rad. I dominated the game with 56,000 pts!

Best detail #2:
Switchfoot/Copeland live in Ventura, CA:
One word, AMAZING. They were both shooting a live video, so I will most likely become a famous movie star or something. In other words, save each of these entries, they will probably be worth a million dollars one day!
The way home was even better than the train ride up there, this time it took 36 hours. Thankfully the Dramamine this time around knocked me out for 30 hours (not consecutively). All in all, Spring Break was marvelous, superb, wonderful, fabulous, fantastic, magnificent, and incredible!




**THE TRAIN RIDE: 20 something hours in I think.



**Keep these entries, I will be a star.



**Pre-Disneyfied.

First Thursday

Tonight a few of us went to First Thursday in the Pearl District. If you are unfamiliar with this, it’s when all of the art galleries are open to the public for free. If you’re into art of any type, you would definitely love this. Not only is artwork displayed inside, but outside as well.

Portland thrives in the art department, so on First Thursday everyone and their pets (literally) flood the sidewalks wandering in and out of the galleries. As I walked down the streets today I noticed various types of art.

1: The actual art in the galleries. I really encourage you, if you have the chance, to go to some of these galleries. There is everything from elementary school kids art to magazine cut outs to interpretive videos.

2: Outdoor art. Outside of the galleries are artists who may not have a studio, but still wish to display their work. I think one guy was even selling his techno mixed cd. There’s also a man and a woman who are flamethrowers or something. I’m not too sure what it’s called, but it was neat.

3: The people. You don’t necessarily need to walk into an art gallery to see art. If you just walk down the street and look, in a non-creepy manner, at all of the people walking down the street there’s no way you can miss the art. Each person down there is very unique. Walking one direction is a 20-year-old guy. He’s tattooed from head to toe, has dreaded hair tied back in a ponytail, a “used to be white, but now almost brown” shirt on, and wears a backpack that probably carries most of his life inside. If you take the time, you realize that just like an actual sculptor, painting, or whatever it may be, this guy too has a story behind him. Perhaps I’m pulling this out of nowhere, or maybe you just think I’m crazy, but art is everywhere. You yourself are art...

First Thursday is truly amazing. When you are in Portland, stop by the Pearl District on the first Thursday to be amazed.