Where has the time gone?

Time has flitted away once again.
I'm sorry that I haven't written anything but this summer was kind of great but mostly suckish.
No suckish is not a word but let's all pretend for a moment it is.
In this case "suckish" means "complete and utter disaster.
Well since Kate and Will got married I've graduated high school, started a job, quit a job, moved to another state, started at an amazing university, got a new job and my current state is OVERWHELMED.
I wrote out my whole schedule for just one class for the semester and I don't even know where to begin. I keep telling myself two things "People dumber than me can graduate college." and "It looks like a lot more than it is."
I don't think I believe either of those at this point.
And after all this my plan is to: Double major in Arts Management and Mass Communications and also to minor in Public Relations.
Am I an idiot?
Why yes, I think so. I did watch Charlie Bartlett though and it calmed me down a little bit. I think I'll turn on something else once I read my Rhetoric and Society homework tonight (which is the class where the professor told us "Public relations is worse than nuclear weapons and people only use nuclear weapons because public relations tells them to.")
Oh surprise! I got an iPhone. Just throwing that out there. The sentence not the iPhone. I bet my OtterBox could keep it safe though. I dropped it off my bed last night and it was good.
Okay, well, back to the lovely world of studying.
Do you like the spoon picture? It made me smile. I have a thing for silverware. My sister-in-law has a bracelet made out of a fork. I want her to leave it to me in her will.

Yours until the end of the internet,
Eiggam

It's the year 5.5 slash apple slash 26 million.

I did it. I woke up at 3:00 A.M. to watch all the pre-wedding events and the wedding of Prince William of Wales and Kate Middleton or should I now say: The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge. I was more interested in it than I expected. I even made tea to celebrate the day. I even watched the Lifetime movie William and Kate the night before.

I loved her dress and seeing the actual wedding was amazing. It was all worth it.

Now I'm watching my first ever episode of Dr. Who. It seems appropriate to start today.

Yours until the end of the internet,
Eiggam

And the score is ...

I have an obsession with movie soundtracks. Always have, always will. The very first movie soundtrack I got was one for the Disney Channel movie, "Stuck in the Suburbs." If I hear the song "Stuck in the Middle With You" I can instantly remember my first portable CD player. This was back in the day where they were the cost equivelant of an iPod. It was a VERY big deal.

Clowns to the left of me,
Jokers to the the right,
Here I am stuck in the middle with you.

I won't bore you with all the ones in between but sooner or later, I got the Shrek Soundtrack. This is the one that I cannot delete from any mp3 player. No matter how little room is left on it.
I've traveled everywhere with that soundtrack but the memory that sticks out most to me with that particular one is sitting on the floor of my grandparents living room with my old Compaq laptop charging and writing one of the longest stories I've written in my life.
Oh yeah, I write stories. Only I loathe the word "stories." You write "stories" in second grade, when you get older they can't be called stories anymore. I just write things. I live under the impression that whatever you write down is a part of you. It reveals some truth about you that is either blatant or hidden. If you write down "We need milk, bread, sugar and coffee." You're saying something is lacking in your life. If you write down "Then she stayed out all night wandering around the beach without a thought of what had happened." It could be describing an ideal or explain something your heart desires or something your heart would rather forget. Both of those sentences are fictitious as far as I'm concerned, but it could be something in my subconscious willing me to write it. But I already have coffee so thanks.

Back to soundtracks.

The final well I'll mention today is the "How to Deal" soundtrack. "That's When I Love You" by Aslyn was playing the first time I was driving through the city of Rome in a taxi.

When you have to look away
When you dont have much to say
Thats when I love you
I love you, just that way
To hear you stumble when you speak
Or see you walk with two left feet
Thats when I love you
I love you, endlessly.

I can still see the trees and old buildings that had more history behind them than anywhere in my own country.
I also made a point to listen to Michael Bublé's song "Home" while in Rome just so I could hear this:

"Another summer day
Is come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home

These are the types of things I do on a regular basis though. ( Don't say anything but I'm already compiling a playlist of relevant songs for my 2 hour trip to uni in five more months.) Mum's the word!
(I had to throw a little Big Bang Theory humor in there.)

Yours until the end of the internet,
Eiggam

Moth Days

There is something about off days that I just hate.
It usually starts with people either yelling or being dense.
Then it morphs into: yes I did forget that homework but can you not interrogate me over it? I was just doing EVERYTHING else. But don't worry about it. Obviously your work is the most important one. I'm so sorry.
Then it turns into: I can barely hold a conversation with this person because every little thing I say is apparently wrong and they feel the incessant need to correct me.
Then suddenly it changes into someone yelling at you: "You can't go to the bathroom! GET OUT OF THE BUILDING" then five squad cars appear, two fire trucks and an ambulance.
Then suddenly: your school is undergoing a bomb threat and they've never even pretended to practice a drill for that so all the teachers huddle in groups outside talking quietly while the kids all try to ask what's going on and they get the response "Don't worry about it."
I'm usually pretty good about letting things roll off my back but when you have every bit of it coming at once, it isn't as easy as it looks.
It's been an eventful and long week and it's really upsetting it isn't over yet. I really wish it was.
Music does help but it isn't the cure. Maybe a late night will help me organize these thoughts into some sort of articulate and cohesive pattern.

Yours until the end of the internet,
Eiggam

The Waterworks

I'm that person who sees something and says : "I need to go there!" or I get something into my head and think: "I hope I get that one day."
I'm half dreamer half realist.
I'm not one to jump into anything without thinking and I know I'm very much mortal. I'm more of an over-thinker than anything. Which is as you might guess, a blessing and a curse.
But I can be very enthusiastic about those things I love. How can I illustrate this half dreamer half realist concept to you?
Here: When I was younger, say until about thirteen when I started at my current school, I spent half my time thinking in third person writing a mental story of whatever caught my attention at that moment. This may sound like an exaggeration but I can't tell you how many times I've said out loud "No. Stop. Think in first person." ( Thinking up mental stories is still the only way I can get to sleep if I have insomnia.) The point is, even if I had been thinking about what was actually happening it was in third person. If I had a difficult problem going on, I solved it in third person so I could see it as objectively as possible.
Here are some of the dreams I have right now:
* Spend some time living in another country.
* Have a giant whiteboard in one room of a house I own in the future.
* Buy a house with cash.
* Own a typewriter (I accidentally wrote "own a country." Close.)
* Eat ramen in Japan.
* Own a Nissan Altima
* Get a book bound.
* Go to Harry Potter Wizarding World in Orlando
* Have Butterbeer
* See She & Him live in concert
* Live down the street from a great coffee shop (technically this is sort of true I just don't live as close as I would like to.)
* Visit the Netherlands
* Learn to speak Dutch
* Learn to speak German
* Learn to speak French
* Visit Glasgow and go to a bunch of different concerts there
* Go to Voodoo Doughnuts in Portland
* Pet a panda.

There are lots of others of course. But this will give you a little taste of things I'd like to do/try/have.

Yours until the end of the internet,
Eiggam

The Tenth is the Announcement.

I wanted love, I needed love,
Most of all, most of all
Someone said true love was dead
And I'm bound to fall, bound to fall
For you
But what can I do?

Okay that song has nothing to do with this announcement. At all. It was just playing and I like that song so yep....

This is my tenth post!!!
That is also NOT the announcement. Kind of. It's pretty exciting though considering I made this blog on a whim but let's move beyond that now.

I decided where I'm going to college. (That's the announcement.)
I decided where I'm living for the next four years.
I figured out what state I'm going to be in and how far away I'll be living from my hometown. (2 hours and 15 minutes. Give or take.)
I will be going to Franklin Pierce University in Rindge, New Hampshire.

More factors than I can believe went into this decision. I am excited though. I can't wait.

Okay I'll give you one of my favorite factors for going to this college.
You've worn me down.
They are called the Ravens.
I love Edgar Allan Poe so being somewhere where the team is called The Ravens is more than I could ask for.

Downside?
Their colors are crimson and grey.
I have had the same school colors at every school I've gone to since elementary school. That is not an exaggeration. That is the truth.

Why is a raven like a writing desk?

Yours until the end of the internet,
Eiggam

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Que Sera, Sera.

I started out writing a new post. I was almost going to submit it. But then I got sick of it. I suddenly got sick of everything and all at once. I felt annoyed, hurt, and confused. These things happen and they aren't my favorite moments but they HAPPEN.
I used to write a lot differently on here than I do now. This blog is slowlyyyyy going back to those marvelous times. This is what a follower said a very long time ago:
"You have the wicked ability to make no sense and all the sense in the world at the same time. One can only be in awe of something brilliant like that. (Forgive the corny-ness, but hopefully I got my point across.)" -A
I wish I was still writing like that.

Have you ever wished so long and hard for something that it pains you to think about it? Because it's never showed up? Have you ever felt so many things that the words wouldn't come no matter how many times you put your blasted pen to the paper? Have you ever written something on a paper, be it a hope, a dream, a goal, only to rip the paper up and throw it away because you don't have a single clue to how you will get there from this spot right now?

I have, I have, I have, I have.

Days on days and weeks on weeks. Wishes on shooting stars to wishes on 11:11, to wishes on the very first star. And all for the same thing and all never coming true.

Have you ever floated by on a cloud for a day only to realize it was a thunder cloud and wish you had never been anywhere in the sky? I have.

Que Sera, Sera. Whatever will be, will be.

I remind myself daily of different things and I will be adding this one to that list.

Yours until the end of the internet,
Eiggam