Updates as Requested

So a girl said I should write a blog...and I'm assuming she meant on blogspot...so here it goes:
I am currently in Grand Rapids, Michigan.
Let's do a recap: When arriving in Pheonix, AZ, we got on a plane to Chicago. However, before taken the pilot came on, laughed and said, "you know, kinda a funny situation, we have a loose screw, so we're gonna be just a few minutes getting that fixed". Well, the mysterious loose screw (how was it originally noticed, what was its importance?) took about an hour to fix before take-off. Thus, we landed late. Late with about 20 minutes before our plane to Grand Rapids would leave. (And we were in a different terminal.) The flight attendents let those needing to catch the 915 flight leave the plane first. We RAN. Now, first of all the chicago o'hare airport is one of the largest....around. (or something) We were in terminal E, and we needed to get to C3. We felt running would be faster than waiting in a long line for a shuttle. USUALLY you would hit E, then D, then C. But not at this airport. No. Here we ran through B before C. And when we reached C it started with C14 and worked backwards...so we ran to the farthest gate possible. We got there at 907. The plane was there...but they wouldnt let us go to the plane. Even though the plane was there, and not taking off anytime soon. Another girl headed towards grand rapids had ran along with us the whole time. So it was my family of four, and her, who were not let on the plane. We then were figuring out what to do. Rent a car and drive three hours to Grand Rapids, and take the girl (who was nice and safe and whatnot). Or get hotel vauchers, and catch the first flight out tomorrow. The dilema was that a lot of flights for Grand Rapids had already been cancelled for the next day due to weather, so we didnt know if we'd even be able to leave the next day. Finally, we chose to stay in the hotel. We didnt have our suitcases, but i just so happened to have my pjs in my backpack. Totally random. We hung out with the girl, shared stories about our lives, talked about colleges, music, etc. Talked about Sufjan Stevens on accounta him being from Michigan and such.
ANYWAYS. We woke up at 530 and left the hotel at 6. Our flight left at 8. That all went fine, our flight wasnt cancelled, but ones after ours were. I listened to "chicago" at the airport. We arrived in Michigan...snow snow snow. Beautiful. Food. Etc. Stood in snow, stomped in snow, looked up at snow. It's nice, I'm full.
So that's an update.
Tomorrow night we drive to our hometown after seeing our old neighbor play at a concert. Anways, the next few days will be good. (Yes i have three college apps to finish, shh.)
lovelovelove
Claudia

go listen to the beatles. now.

It's so nice knowing it's break. And I feel like things are going pretty well. Complications here and there, but that's okay. Friends are here, and it's lovely. I sense a lot of awesome memories in the next few weeks. And in ten days (omg omg omg, crazy soon) I'll be waking up as I did when I was a child, playing in snowdrifts, hot chocolate, catching up.

enlightenment

Do people that like certain bands sit at home and "study" the bands the way people study school? I'm not sure, but that's what I'm going to do. I'm going to start reading biographies and auto-biographies of all these different bands and artists. Some of them may make me sad that that the bands/people no longer put out new albums, but all-in-all i think it will be a great learning experience. I'm excited.
I'll just have to balance it with all the craziness that is break (college stuff, friends, michigan, christmas...). HI LIFE.
lovelovelove

"over it"

I feel as though I'm hostile when I blog... as in right now:
if you don't want my help, if you dont think im helping, then fuck you, fine. i dont have to fucking try to help. OKAY? so tell me to stop and CONGRATS i will.

see i've got this soul

i am lame. i would like to take this opportunity to apologize for all times ive been lame in the past, am lame now, and will be lame.
and i still feel a bit sick. i've still made little to no progress on my essay. and i'm still trying to do what i can. i'm so damn frustrated with what is out of my control (and somewhat in my control) that i don't know what else to say.
fight club tomorrow. college apps. interpol.

i really want to shout

i just never do.


i realized today, that I dont really talk about myself. Hear me out: I will readily discuss my concerns of my friends, chat about stress, meet new people...but I dont ever really talk about myself. If that makes sense. I don't talk about the things I'll write about. I noticed this when my friend said "what about you" and I started to talk about how I feel about life, and I had to stop because I felt like I was going to cry and like I couldn't talk. Maybe there are things I actually need to talk about, maybe I can't only help others, and ignore the fact that I'M breaking, or that I'M confused too.
Maybe I don't want to just talk about getting pulled over because the cop is bored, or the fact that I still have applications to do, or my busy schedule that limits plans... Not that I know where I'm supposed to start.