Thanks to my hookups at MCC through the summer school I’m doing (through my astronomy professor), I will now be working with a group on creating the graphics for the projections shown in the planetarium. I WILL BE MAKING 30 MINUTE-LONG 3D ANIMATIONS OF OUTER SPACE WHICH WILL BE SHOWN TO THE PUBLIC. 

Animation and outer space: two of my favorite things. 

Here it is:
I am not a partier. I just wanted you to know.
I hung out with a friend and her boyfriend (also a friend) tonight while they babysat his sister and we watched Lord of the Rings and took the dogs on a walk, followed by a QT run.
After an insane week running with my sister’s crew, I cannot tell you how relaxed I felt. 
My kind of nights are different than what I have pretended that they are. I am a good dd only because my sister is there and I want to make sure she gets home (with me). Do you get where I’m coming from? 
This is my most recent picture. I will post the next one, I have decided, in three months, after I work my ass off at the gym. I now have a job, a gym membership, an astronomy class, and a djembe. I have never been one to need much.
I have realized the friends I like the most are the ones I found when I was alone, away from family, away from the past. I think that’s when I can really find the people who are like me. The ones who don’t really know my family at all know more about me than the ones who do (without knowing it). They are actually versions of me, maybe two years into the future. I feel like they were in my place when they were at the age I am now. I feel like I will be where they are at eventually as well. I think this is why this past year I spent my minutes struggling to do my own thing, living away from home for a while, and wandering places alone. I kind of knew the flaw in the system. 
It’s really all one big joke gone wrong but some nights (like tonight) I feel like it’s one of those jokes that makes sense after you think about it for a while.

Here it is:

I am not a partier. I just wanted you to know.

I hung out with a friend and her boyfriend (also a friend) tonight while they babysat his sister and we watched Lord of the Rings and took the dogs on a walk, followed by a QT run.

After an insane week running with my sister’s crew, I cannot tell you how relaxed I felt. 

My kind of nights are different than what I have pretended that they are. I am a good dd only because my sister is there and I want to make sure she gets home (with me). Do you get where I’m coming from? 

This is my most recent picture. I will post the next one, I have decided, in three months, after I work my ass off at the gym. I now have a job, a gym membership, an astronomy class, and a djembe. I have never been one to need much.

I have realized the friends I like the most are the ones I found when I was alone, away from family, away from the past. I think that’s when I can really find the people who are like me. The ones who don’t really know my family at all know more about me than the ones who do (without knowing it). They are actually versions of me, maybe two years into the future. I feel like they were in my place when they were at the age I am now. I feel like I will be where they are at eventually as well. I think this is why this past year I spent my minutes struggling to do my own thing, living away from home for a while, and wandering places alone. I kind of knew the flaw in the system. 

It’s really all one big joke gone wrong but some nights (like tonight) I feel like it’s one of those jokes that makes sense after you think about it for a while.

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*Live debut of my djembe, along with Evelyn’s guitar. Second time practicing this song, “not the final draft” in Evelyn’s words. Here’s a break up of who’s singing what. Sometimes I like to pretend that itouch recordings are as legit as studio ones.

Evelyn: Give me a second I, I need to get my story straight/ My friends are in the bathroom getting higher than the Empire State/ My lover she’s waiting for me just across the bar/ My seat’s been taken by some sunglasses asking ‘bout a scar

Yolanda: and I know I gave it to you months ago/ I know you’re trying to forget/ But between the drinks and subtle things/ The holes in my apologies, you know/ I’m trying hard to take it back/ So if by the time the bar closes/ And you feel like falling down/ I’ll carry you home…

Evelyn: Tonight/ We are young/ So let’s set the world on fire/ We can burn brighter than the sun

Yolanda: Tonight/ We are young/ So let’s set the world on fire/ We can burn brighter than the sun

Evelyn: Now I know that I’m not/ All that you got

Yolanda: I guess that I, I just thought/ Maybe we could find new ways to fall apart

Evelyn: But our friends are back/ So let’s raise a cup

Yolanda: ‘Cause I found someone to carry me home

Evelyn: Tonight/ We are young/ So let’s set the world on fire/ We can burn brighter than the sun

Yolanda: Tonight/ We are young/ So let’s set the world on fire/ We can burn brighter than the sun

Evelyn: Carry me home tonight/ Just carry me home tonight 

Yolanda: Carry me home tonight/ Just carry me home tonight (x3)

Evelyn: The world is on my side/ I have no reason to run/ So will someone come and carry me home tonight/ The angels never arrived/ But I can hear the choir/ So will someone come and carry me home

Evelyn: Tonight/ We are young/ So let’s set the world on fire/ We can burn brighter than the sun

Yolanda: Tonight/ We are young/ So let’s set the world on fire/ We can burn brighter than the sun

Together (fail): So if by the time the bar closes/ And you feel like falling down/ I’ll carry you home tonight

“unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don’t do it.
unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,
don’t do it.

when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.

there is no other way.

and there never was.”


-Charles Bukowski

prinsipemo:

“Have you ever had that feeling—that you’d like to go to a whole different place and become a whole different self?”

Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

Reblogged from keeping ghosts alive
One wants to tell a story, like Scheherezade, in order not to die. It’s one of the oldest urges in mankind. It’s a way of stalling death.
— Carlos Fuentes (via aneuromess)
Reblogged from keeping ghosts alive
I think it should be legal for me to drive in the carpool lane now…
Gah, he’s sooo perfect.

I think it should be legal for me to drive in the carpool lane now…

Gah, he’s sooo perfect.

Confession: I find joy in constantly weirding out my parents with my hair experiments.
This is from this past November. 

Confession: I find joy in constantly weirding out my parents with my hair experiments.

This is from this past November. 

I decided I’m finally buying a djembe after I get my paycheck tomorrow. 

Future me right here. 

My love for Mark Ruffalo just keeps getting deeper and deeper

I mean, any man that can go from this

to this

is golden in my book.

(Sorry for the cheesy screenshot… This was my favorite scene in 13 Going On 30.)

Anyways, his acting is really genuine and natural (oxymoron, anyone?), and I like his voice too, but that’s beside the point, I guess. 

“That’s the secret, Captain. I’m always angry.”

You go, Doctor. Tell ‘em how it is. 

Also, I felt every character was portrayed well in The Avengers. Probably one of the best movies I’ve seen in a while. My life just isn’t cutting it for me after daydreaming about what it could be like if I woke up one morning as Natasha Romanoff.