i want to believe

Shoktober comes to an end.

2009-11-02T19:04:00.000-08:00

trying to buy books with poopy pants

2009-09-13T22:31:00.001-07:00

paris does maggie

2009-09-13T22:26:00.000-07:00

A Liter or Eel- Eater

2009-09-08T18:29:00.000-07:00

time for eel eating.

a dream come true

2009-09-08T18:20:00.001-07:00

my life with 7 cats. and introducing the newest fantasy island resident... Bookworm (tippy tippy top).

a summer's end

2009-09-08T18:18:00.000-07:00

camping in electric city

even more food!

2009-07-02T12:32:00.000-07:00

old homes

2009-06-28T17:08:00.000-07:00

i can't sleep. some nights i feel like it's morning, even two weeks into the trip im perpetually jetlagged. tacha's family home here is really beautiful, and really old. over two hundred years. something i have been noticing about old homes is the amount of noise they are capable of making. Before tacha came to france me and brita spent one night alone in this house after tacha's aunt left for the south. After simultaneously getting severally spooked, i could have sworn i heard footsteps on the stairs. me and brita coped with some audio books and sharing a bed with the lights kept on. tonight i'm a bit more on my own, the ladies are sleeping, and i literally can not stop looking over my shoulder. After reading and realizing i wouldn't be able to sleep right away, i of course went down to the kitchen for a midnight snack. since the first night of experiences i have taught myself the ways of keeping the house well lit at night time, so first my bedroom light, the stair light, the hall light, then the kitchen light and reverse order back to my room. Well i made my snack and proceeded up the stairs, filled with my nutella and jelly sandwich and a glass of french (really good) milk, i sat in bed, but began to smell a strong burning odor. With the faint idea that this could be hazardous, i woke tacha up, but she said it was probably an outside light, although im not sure she will remember me waking her in the morning, i began looking for the source of the smell. i couldn't find it, and although the smell has seemed to have vanished as quickly as it appeared, i can't help but be, completely freaked out. The stairs, after falling quiet for tens of minutes, seem to barely be hiding the fact that a presence lurks upon them and the hair standing up on my arms and back of the neck seem to be witness to something invisible to my more depending senses. All just my imagination? god, i hope so. i find small comfort now in paranormal psychology.

anyway, im going for my third attempt at preoccupying myself into sleep. in my head i will find comfort, as always, in a little room with pictures of people and places i love or would love to see, snuggled in my twin sized bed with my best friend at my side.

cheers to the gone,

maggie

je ne parle francais.

2009-06-20T07:20:00.000-07:00

happy summer solstice! been in france for the past three days, staying in st. germain en laye. although my french could use some help, it would be frankly impossible to not be amazed at the architectural beauty of my surroundings. and the goddamn food, i could live here just for that alone. church bells, castles, artwork i have only dreamed of having the privilege of admiring. the pacific northwest will always be my home, but it would be hard to say i'm missing much of the place at the moment, besides of course, my loved ones and my friends. i can only imagine the joy of experiencing this place with you.

always,

maggie

p.s. for a much more fun/funnier document of my travels here 425pride.blogspot.com

Just watch the whole thing

2009-05-04T12:55:00.000-07:00

and try not to be a little bit happier.

(cloudy day coping)

udub

2009-04-19T15:29:00.000-07:00

went to a hippy kegger with brita last night in the udistrict.

although most everyone there was an immaculate poser, it was suprisingly fun/ self affirming to be stuffed in a sweaty room with a bunch of trendy buttheads who were going through their hippy revival phase and most likey will be getting mid level corp. jobs in the next couple of years with their uw degrees.

then went to capitol hill dance party at which you cant help but just kind of feel ridiculous.

all in all, im really glad that my friends are who they are, and i am who i am, and that i don't go to udub, and that i dont wear leather pants. amen.

Renovations&Reservations

2009-04-14T21:54:00.000-07:00

every once and a while you have one of those days. you wake up after going to bed to late after a week of being a full time student and 40+ hours of waitressing a week, realize you have to leave for work, again, in ten minutes for a double shift, equaling out at about 11 hours, and you just feel like general crap. it's pouring outside and densely gray and the cold sticks to every part of your body, your clothes stay damp for hours after you walked to work in the rain and the tea or coffee you drink to warm up just doesn't taste right. Once you get off work, it's already dark out and you have to slightly force yourself to go out and be social where you just end up feeling awkward and out of place. Walking home defeated and still cold it's hard not to think about things that haven't worked out even if they are completely out of your control, everything once decidedly valid is thrown up in the air and feeling gloomed and doomed seems like your sole option. You go straight to bed with the overwhelming feeling of a shortness of breath and a pain in your chest and head. Days like this can break you apart.

But then you wake up the next morning, and yeah sure you have work again, and school tomorrow, and it's still raining, and you're still cold, but for one reason or another you have got that one thought purposely stuck in your mind. The kind that makes you breathe in too far and your heart beat too fast. When you find yourself secretely smiling behind every corner and realize what a lunatic you must be for the things you thought about the night before. And in the end you know you're generally happy, healthy and in love.

Oh and you also book a plane ticket for France to spend one month this summer with some real great gals. WHAT!?

And drink some chamomile tea w/ lavender and eat biscuits with butter and jam while watching law and order with you dad and your dog.

Life is good.

Good Morning.

2009-03-24T11:01:00.001-07:00

brothers

2009-03-22T23:55:00.000-07:00

even stormy winter forecasts

2009-03-15T15:46:00.000-07:00

have silver linings

pigeons

2009-03-11T22:18:00.000-07:00

we've all gotta eat.

cool

2009-02-20T23:23:00.000-08:00

sunny day bike rides, park hangs, indian feasts. this false spring is doing me wonders.

what i forgot about mexico

2009-02-15T17:26:00.000-08:00

real family fun

shnow

2009-01-06T22:42:00.000-08:00

seattle, shnow, sledding, school starting... this guy.

this guy

2008-12-04T00:29:00.000-08:00

WHAT I'VE BEEN UP TO:

2008-09-29T00:54:00.000-07:00

sometime in may throught the end of september:

-sasquatch music festival+ hanging with real great friends in george, wa.

-romanced

-camping in electric city with cat, jeff, and zane, going on mind altering quests through the eastern washington desert.

- working

-went to mazatlan with my family, stayed in the old district, drank a lot of tequila and hung out at the market

-went to sandpoint, idaho with some good friends, one last hooray before mr. alex woods and mr. jordan rands run off to spain for two years. got to hang out with my long time best girl friends and a couple of classy gentlemen from utah.

-whenever i wasn't at work, i hung out way hard with my friends, drinking, biking (both at times), swimming, just being out in the sunshine and enjoying life to it's fullest.

-said goodbye to alex on a rainy morning at lake sammamish, cried like a baby. see you two years.

-me and jeff roadtripped down to portland to meet up with catalin and travis and spend a long afternoon at the oregon beach, and rather sweaty night downtown.

-end of august ruled.

-moved into a century old apartment on mlk way, apt #1141 1/2, with mr. robert m. wolfe, above mark and chris's place, everything about the situation is way great.

-jordan's goodbye consisted of jumping of the abandoned 520 bridge in montlake; freaking great guy. have fun in spain.

-went paragliding with davy and bryce, way peacful, but next time i'd probably rather jump out of an airplane.

-went to vancouver to visit cat, napped around, hung out with travis and reed, who came up to play a show, ate some grub, walked around stanley park in the rain, reluctantly drove back home just in time to get an ok nights rest before the first day of school for my second year at seattle central c.c..

-classes:

French... comme ci comme ca

Anthropology (Culture of).. rules

Printmaking.. although i have absolutely no idea what the heck i'm doing, i'm way excited to try anyway.

NOW: spending the night at claire and tylers; real great kids. real great life.

buds

2008-09-29T00:09:00.000-07:00

2008-08-06T00:05:00.000-07:00

i've fallen in love with the act of living all over again.

actual summer

2008-06-20T00:39:00.000-07:00

it's on. not being in school and hanging out with friends every night has never felt better. although the sun isn't particularly trustworthy, my care free, do what i want attitude of summer is fully intact. on monday i got laying in the sun, hiking, swimming, and enjoying beer with friends down all in less than 24 hours. great shows all the time, non-stop hangouts and adventures, aww this really is the life. the only downside is that now that it's finally here and everything is in place i can't help but feel slightly rushed. i am trying to fit a lot of experiences into this summer, and every once and a while start feeling a bit burnt out. i just need to take a deep breath and remember how easy it is to just enjoy everything whole-heartedly without question or concern. its been a wonderful couple of weeks.

first day of summer

2008-06-03T19:45:00.000-07:00

dear seattle,

you are so strange and weird. i don't understand why you do the things you do. or why the heavy sounds of rain on my rooftop and all the clouds and gray and dampness would be so ridicously comforting. even on my very first day of no school work. you may have won me over this time, but honestly if i dont get some sunshine and warm weather soon im going to tweak.

love,
maggie

day dreamin'

2008-06-02T00:22:00.000-07:00

i have had the strongest urge to spend an entire hot, sunny day laying in a huge field of grass and flowers and just lounge and chat with a good friend. in my pack i've got a good book and for lunch pb and j's and some fruit juice. this big overgrown meadow preferably has a small, cool lake to take a dip in when the sun gets too hot on my back. anyway i figure it looks something like this picture.

saturday night: too much pho, rocking out to shed at the ymca, will smith's "getting jiggy with it", car rides to seattle-redmond-seattle-sammamish-seattle, children's garden of grass spend-the-nights.

sunday: waking up at 12:08 for work at mario's, when i was scheduled for 11:30, hating my existence for the next 5 hours, then some really rad recording sessions with my "family" group from class for our final project which is focusing on the socialization of sex and sexualty i.e. lots of sex noises recorded into some whacky spoken word/jamming plus a really awesome spaghetti dinner.

i want to cuddle. more so than usual lately. bad news.

i hate sundays, but this one was ok.

friday night

2008-05-31T16:24:00.000-07:00

eight kids packed in a sedan with forties and cigarettes is not a bad way to start off the weekend. after spending the afternoon lolly gagging around kirkland with brita and gio exchanging all our embarrassing junior high drinking experiences it seemed really appropriate to be doing something sassy like that. i really wish i had been able to see japanther, but sneaking into the booty cave and getting a stamp on my wrist was an achievement in itself. its nice how the mix of happiness and alcohol can put you into this euphoric social state of mind. limitless opportunity and all that jazz. embarrassment goes out the window for the time being and no one is afraid to dance or tell silly stories and secrets. not getting carded at a convenience shop made me feel ridiculously empowered and watching friends pee on the side of buildings gave me the odd want to hug everyone which was extremely illogical in retrospect.

party at maggies #2 was endearing to say the least. six person dance parties can either suck or rule and this one happened to extremely satisfying, almost as much as dancing around my old bedroom to alanis morrisette friday morning screaming "i’m a bitch i’m a lover, i ’m a child i’m a mother i’m a sinner i’m a saint, i do not feel ashamed, i’m your hell i’m your dream, i’m nothing in between..." but not quite.

i woke up at 8:18 this morning and realized i had to be at my first day of my new job at cafe soleil in 12 minutes. thank god for kirtsen who drove me to work and got me there on time only then to apparently get kicked out of my apartment by my somewhat upset sister who due to the shenanigans of friday night not didnt get much sleep. but i have to say even with a bad hangover, my first day was awesome. it's strange how much more fun working can be when its not sucking the life and soul out of your moral. i had a conversation with a co-worker about how i'd been apprehensive about how i'd be at waiting tables that ended with the conclusion that the initial discomfort i feel with most decisions and commitments has held me back from acting upon a lot of things that would most likely be great experiences and that would probably make me really happy.

so while walking home from my new job i had a big grin on my face and a skip in my step. things have really been looking up lately and its good to know at times the pieces do fall into place. so heres to not being afraid of taking risks for what you want, im a firm believer that everything works itself out in the end, but i also think it's time to stop talking myself out of what i actually want to do for fear of discomfort or complications.

friday was a really good day for friends and conversation. its only saturday, im off for pho and friends.

love,
maggie

judy blume

2008-05-28T23:53:00.000-07:00

im terrible with journals, im not sure if i'm expecting this to be much better. i've given up on productivity geared towards school work. two weeks left and i couldn't care less about homework, although my classes are extremely enjoyable, i just really want to not have to worry about silly educational tools while the weather is even somewhat nice. i lost my cell phone and wallet at sasquatch last weekend, which was well worth it. anyway, i always seem to enjoy being unreachable, its a wierd kind of liberation. but the novelty has been wearing thin as the boredom sets in. hence the blog.
Screw homework, im gonna build a fort in my living room with all my blankets and listen sleepy tunes until i fall asleep. i've been looking forward to sleep more than usual lately, i must be having some awesome dreams.