Don't worry, 2016 is my year.

In-between classes today, I re-read all of my posts here.

Re-lived all of the highs and lows.

Listened to the music that brought my to tears that I could smile through.

Longed for times past.

Reflected on how I've grown.

Smiled.

Man, I was one helluva angsty and confused almost-person. It has been three years since I've really written anything, and that saddens me.


Goals for 2016? Live more. Be more (present/engaging/persistent/ambitious/creative/me). Write more. A lot of my future posts for the time being will be memories I've wanted to write out for a while...interspersed with more interesting things, hopefully.

Here's to putting pen back on paper!

New Year New Me!

So here it is: the standard New Year's post. 2012 was a really great year for me, full of transitions, opportunity, and positive change. I can only imagine what 2013 will have in store!

Big life events in 2012 (in no real order):

• First year not spent in school EVER
• First full year spent in Seattle since 2007
• Met Greg, started dating Greg
• Graduation ceremony with the class of 2012
• Got a big girl job in February - three subsequent raises within the next 4 months (Inkfarm)
• Got a better big girl job in December (Pure Home)
• Moved in with Greg in November
• Spent Christmas with Greg's family in Texas
• Went to my first burner community event, Critical Massive, in July
• Went skydiving in October
• Shot my first pistol/went to the shooting range for the first time in November
• Changed hair style four times - perm, shoulder cut, attempted (not) pixie, above-the-ears short
• Ran first 5K, St Patrick's Day run where everyone else except my mom did not wake up in time for
• Was a zombie/ran the zombie 5K 
• Started hooping
• Got a sweet ass LED hoop for Christmas
• Interned for six months at Seattle Met Magazine 
• Got my first tattoo in November
• Decided to apply for grad school at UW (I really need to finish that application...)
• Turned 22

Resolutions for 2013:

• Have a bitchin' bod for Burning Man barring burdensome bodily harm
• Practice hooping more - get to a decent level of adequacy to maybe perform at BM and maybe invest in a fire hoop
• Be healthier - lift more, run more, walk more, eat better
• Brush up and reinforce Spanish and Chinese (Mandarin mainly, but Cantonese is possible)
• Go back to school! If I am accepted anyways
• Shoot more pictures

Happy New Year everyone!

Halloween clubbin'

More random musings from when I worked at Level B...around Halloween.

We have a lumberjack in the house...make that two, a turkey and a Canadian. This is a start of a beautiful joke. Especially now that they've gotten onto the stage and are shaking their tail feathers and axes. Oh boy...

And there's an angel and a nerd...It's kind of a sausage fest again.

There goes a lumberjack/Canadian train.

Two cats and a hippie...woah, leather pants alert!

Angel, don't touch the lights. You're not hot enough to transcend the rules of the club.

The nerd is actually a 90s guy.

Yeah, Angel, there's a fucking scary decoration next to me. Her name is Donna. If you can't stop being a skanky ho, she'll end up in your room one night. Alive. And pissed because you just crept up, called her the freakiest thing you've seen and then moved her so she wasn't looking you in the face. I trust her vengeance will be sweet.

It just got really cold all of a sudden.

Bitches think you can walk in here, throw me your jackets without so much as a thank you and not even pay? No fucking way. Not in my house.

Now there's a pirate, two open shirted cowboys and a fairy?

Woah, we've got some making out going on on the dance floor, and a lumberjack can-can line. 

Everyone keeps getting freaked out when they look over here and see Donna, poor thing. Tiffany said everything in here can be animated as well...kill me now. 

If I'm nice to Donna, she won't kill me when she comes to life...I hope. I smoothed back her hair and fixed it for her.

Strolling down Canal Street

Ah, Canal Street. How I have missed your sidewalk street vendors and glorious buns. Looking into the bustling crowd here feels like looking into a distorted and shifting mirror. Besides the minority of tourists, it is mainly a sea of black hair, dark brown eyes, and small frames. I love the feeling of blending in. It makes me feel mildly invincible that no one could pick me out here; that I can easily slip right into the crowd and not be followed.

Can I though, really? Looking at the crowd here, I find the more than slightly-worn clothing, the sweats, the bowed heads and plastic smiles. I stand tall and proud of who and what I am, in my mildly fashionable clothes and Urban Outfitters bag. With my slight smirk and chin held high, I really doubt I could be mistaken unless I deliberately changed me demeanor...which I would anyways.

Walking this way up Canal Street, I can feel the class divide easily. Despite barely making ends meet and having only the little extra for trips like this, I know I am steps above the people here. Whereas the authorities would question why I was in a sketchy part of town, they would question why the street vendors were in the U.S. And how is that right?