I haven't written here for months, so if you don't keep up with my life on other various social networks, which I don't expect you to, you should know that I'm in New Zealand at the moment. Well. A lot of moments, I suppose. I'll be here until May 2012, and I've been here since June of this year.
Basically, it's cold and green here. People are friendly. They are also fond of the drink. That would be alcohol. Being situated in a university area, I easily see a good amount of drunk young folk about the town on a weekend night. I digress.
I'm happy here! I'm nannying, which can be frustrating beyond belief, but overall the experience here is rewarding. I miss school, but I wasn't prepared to continue spending money on an education when I didn't know where I wanted to be headed. Nor was it my money.
I like it here, but I would love to be home, too. I miss it. I have six months to go, and I'll make it, but it'll be tough. I know I'm strong enough to get through it, though.
I've missed blogging. I'll try to keep it up over here, but I also write here once and a while for friends and family to read about what I'm up to.
I failed horribly at BEDA. I'm just not the blogger I used to be. I have nothing to motivate me.
I was thinking just yesterday how involved I was in the internet community just a year ago. More specifically, YouTube. Now, I don't even watch vlogbrothers anymore. I only watch disneykid1 and communitychannel. Random. I barely even post my own videos/music anymore. To be honest, I've just lost myself. I feel as though I should be worried, but I'm not. I literally have no plans on what I want to do with myself, or with my life, but I am indifferent at this point. It could be because I am listening to Fleet Foxes and am entranced and don't care about anything right now. Maybe.
I don't feel that I have a purpose. Not right now, anyway.
Though I do have some news. It's not set in stone quite yet, but I might be moving out of the country for the next year to nanny. If I like it enough after the year, I might just continue nannying for a while while I figure out what school I am going to go to eventually. Utah State has crossed my mind. But so have some of the Art Institutes on the east coast. For film. It's my dream, and though not completely ideal...still obtainable. I don't like being told I can't do something I want to do. I want to do so much. Oh, so much.
I've also thought about pursuing music. But not the same acoustic stuff I've always done. I like making beats and loops, so I may turn out something with that. Or not. I don't know. I don;t know when I will know. Not now.
This is too long. Later days.
Song of the day: "Blue Ridge Mountains" by Fleet Foxes
My roommates want me to record some music for them before we all move on the 30th.
I mean. I've got like 4 demos done already so I guess..they'll get demos.
I feel like I don't need to point out the fact that I've fail terribly at BEDA. I used to enjoy blogging, but if I don't ever get feedback I don't really feel the need to carry on more often than naught. Not. I don't even care.
I'm in a super pessimistic mood right now. WEIRD. Considering I'm quite a happy camper.
In other news, the Song of the Day is by Wretch 32.
I just woke up to two screaming children at my front door. Well, not my front door but my neighbor’s. They had to be like…idk, 3 and 4 years old. Apparently they got dropped off at their babysitter’s, my neighbor’s, and they’re dad had already left, but my neighbor wasn’t answering the door because the kids got dropped off early and they were still asleep. I probably only heard them because I live in the loft, not an actually room, so I don’t really have a sound barrier from the front door.
My point is, if you have kids who are 3 and/or 4 years old, CALL THE BABYSITTER EARLY. OR AT LEAST WALK THEM TO THE DOOR IDIOT. My goodness. Those poor little guys were terrified, and when I open my door they were on there way out to the street to go looking for someone.
Anyway, now I’m wide away and it’s only 6:30 am. I seriously just went to bed 3 hours ago. I’m tired.
And I just discovered one my roommates is probably eating my Clif bars from the pantry, considering their swift disappearance.
Song of the Day: Back to December by T. Swift. I've been listening to this album (but mainly this song) a lot the last few days.
Two days ago I stared this little art project that I'm hoping to expand on in the near future. Lucky for me, my school gives out free copies of The New York Times in almost every building on campus on a day bay, so I like to pick them up once and a while. Well, apparently I had been unintentionally hoarding a few of them in a pile in my room, back when everything in Egypt first started to erupt.
I bought some 8" x 10" canvases and I'm starting to collage each issue onto one canvas. I've got one done completely, and I'm working on the second one. Each one will have the NYT title visible, along with the date and issue. There are pictures along with some headlines that I cut out throughout all the sections of each issue. The pictures are either visually appealing, or just important, or both.