Bake Sale!

So I made cookies for my society's bake sale.  I was frustrated by the oven and how inconsistent the temperature was.  I put a batch in for a set amount of time, the next batch was in for the same amount of time but burned!  I was confused so i had to check them often which brought up a new problem: peeking into the oven threw the temperature off even more!  Half of them ended up in the trash and the other half turned out great!  I don't know if I'll be baking cookies anytime soon.  

The Fort

Today I went to pay my student bill.  Every time I walk across campus I see so many opportunities to get beautiful pictures.  Usually I don't have time to stop  but today I'm a glad I did.  Look at how beautiful this looks!

Thinking of You

"I wake up, thoughts of you tattooed to my mind as I wonder: what to wear, what to eat, who to be, will I see you again? And as my car breaks down, I shake my head and say "what a day." If you only knew what I went through just to get to you. I'm hanging from you, and I’ll hold on if you want me to." -AU

New Years Resolutions...

  (New Promises)

1. Expand my recycling.
2. Read more literature.
3. Find a good vitamin pack and take it regularly.
4. Have twice as many journal entries than 2010.
5. Get published in the college's literary magazine.
6. Push myself more at the gym. 
7. Get more things done on my to-do list.
8. Spend more time with family and less time at work.
9. Join another RSO at school.
10. Reach out to more people who could use the help. 

    This is the new year. A new beginning. - IA

Fortune Cookie

Probably the best fortune I ever found inside a cookie:

YOU FORM PASSIONATE RELATIONSHIPS WITHOUT COMPROMISING YOUR INDEPENDENCE. 

Where's My Beautiful?

It's Monday and I'm forced to get out of bed and stand under a shower with inconsistent temperatures.  Some days I close my eyes and feel the water break at my face then fly in every direction towards my feet.  

I turn the shower off and run my fingers through my hair.  Half awake, I look into the mirror and try to see myself in the cloud that comes between us.  Mondays never used to be like this. 

Red Slate

We lived by a lake that wound around a hill then stretched long across a damn that separated it from the road.  The road was like a washboard, even Thursday's grader was no match for it.  I wanted to take a brush and swoosh it in the lake and paint the evening sky to match the red color of the lake. The rock, Mrs. Piggie, must've sat right on the border and didn't want to move.  I bet she could feel the chill from the lake brush through her sage and pass onto the fields that spanned from the lake all the way to Arizona.  Between our house and the rock was the chapter house which we could see from the kitchen window.  Every morning mom would look out for the bus while we got ready. 'It's coming from the chapter house' she would yell out giving us a minute or two.  We raced out the door with our jackets halfway on and our bags in hand. That was the morning.

In the night we'd look through that window wondering when dad was going to be home.  Sometimes I wanted him home so bad so we could all go to sleep feeling safe.  Looking towards the chapter house in the deep black of the night I hoped to see the high beams of dad's truck.  When I saw the lights, even if it was well past the time he should've been home, a fire ignited inside of me.  I was so happy when dad's old Sierra truck would interrupt the quiet of the night in the house.  I could see the worry in mom's eyes, it was right behind that expressionless look she had.  She was terrified inside but wouldn't crumble at the sight of dad. I missed the days dad would come home early and mom would joke about his truck being made of glue because it always broke down.  I looked out the east window of the kitchen only to see a truck pass the house through the whole of the tire swing.  The tire swing swung me around the world and I would give that opportunity to see dad tonight.  We all went to sleep not knowing exactly where dad was, but knew he would be in bed in the morning.  Those nights we slept with swollen hearts ready to break.


To be continued....