Indie Anna (take two)

I'm on a black and white kick, similar to a simultaneous Fleetwood Mac kick (which I assume is unrelated, but you never know)
Also, I'm in Indianapolis.
Home for the summer? Potentially. Let's investigate.

Hello, new city! Shall we be friends?

Banana

I am Scared

of:
people leashes

drowning
becoming like my favorite/least favorite heroine
bad grades
Nazgul

All-seeing wood grain faces
Falcor

moldy bread

being cooped up

Banshees
Rasputin

Velociraptors

growing up
Shriners clowns
and missing people...
...too too much.

....It's not even Halloween.

My Faves in Fives

This is fun.
Especially in sacrament meeting.
Filled up pages.
try it.

Daddy 1. belly chuckle 2. blue eyes 3. blues ties 4. cowboy lullabies 5. 3 x 5 cards



Mom 1. hot chocolate 2. Narnia 3. Mumus 4. paper plates 5. dogs




Jenaloo 1. pink 2. summer 3. fresh new books 4. playgrounds 5. The Little Mermaid








Big Bryce 1.charades 2. grilled cheese sandwiches 3. hobo gloves 4.Hazel 5. She's the Man

I think this will be a series. I think this is fun.

♥ nina (I think)

Happy Birthday, Earth!

Oops. Sorry.

Thank you, earth. I love you.

Homeless

My existence is entirely transitory at this point.

I feel like I should be living in my car except I don't really even have a car to live in.

oh dear.

Okay.

Sometimes I just feel like a big, mean ole, awful, selfish bore.
Sometimes I am.
Sometimes I realize basically everything I do- all day, every day- is for me! For comfort and justification and instant gratification. It makes me feel heavy. And bothersome.

I'm going to do a little spring cleaning.
Start living for others.
It's about time.

• air out and patch relationships
• dig spiritual habits and goals out of storage
• scrub and polish for a clean, bright, shiney future
• mend and organize finances (money stresses me out like nothing else can and I'm not of any use to anyone when it's all I think about)
  
• love love love every day and every one in every possible way I can show it

"Three things in human life are important.
The first is to be kind.
The second is to be kind.
And the third is to be kind."
-Henry James

And, oh life is beautiful! I miss my warm, sunshiney, healing Hawaii home
but am so happy to be in my chilly, familiar, foresty Washington home.
I love my family so much!

I'm going to be better, kinder, wiser, and more appreciative.
I have so much to appreciate:

List of happies I collected over the last month or two

sherbet skies -knowing I can be better - funny quotes - waking up without an alarm clock - memories - friends: old and new - birds - slip n' slides - feeling intelligent - sunday mornings - -sultry acoustic - Hawaii sun, Hawaii breeze - delicious fragrances: natural and otherwise - self control - I am going to China next year - Iron and Wine - anticipated success - holding hands -sandwiches - France - philosophy - wind - adreneline - stir fry - toast - Tessa Brady - eskimo kisses - performing - sleeping in - serving - wonderful wonders in the mail that are so thoughtful I carry around the package all day -comradery - the future - watching someone else watch the person they love - granola - the future - friends, lovers, family - people in general - acai - sad, droopy, testicular cancer dog friends on the beach - making strangers smile - good grades - self-help books - yoga - spontanaiety - greek architecture - dreams - s'mores - organization - The Zoo - sing-alongs - napping with friends - pretty notebooks, pretty things - sweet, kind, thoughtful boys - lucky number 11 - witty british documentary series - new book smell - listening to Jessica Fenenbock sing and letting it make me cry - love - nutella - being a free bird - Shea Stott - smart people - bunnies. of all kinds.

Love. peace.
-Banana

Not gonna lie...

...I love this stuff

♥Anna. Nina, Whatever.

p.s. Aaand I'm off to the plasma center!
p.p.s And today is cloudy and cozy
p.p.p.s. David Gray, frothy hot cocoa, and Turner's Classic Movies

Nina

I'm going to go by Nina. Just for kicks.

It's kind of a fusion between my two names: Anna and Kristine. ...kind of.
It was Alyssa's idea (oops, I mean "Gracie")

Adventures of Gracie and Nina in the Holy Land coming soon!

Nina Ricci: how I smell when I smell my best
The Niña, with which Christopher sailed the ocean blue

♥ ships, smells, and pending adventures, ♥

Anna
(I mean Nina)

'Tis the Season

something about being at my parents' house makes me feel like it's Christmas. ...strange. Possible explanations include:

-the distinct and constant peppermint smell in my room
-it snowed yesterday
-last time I was here it was, in fact, Christmas.

...See?
Chilly photo shoot with Alisha and Margs
Usually the only lovin' I get in the freezer aisle is from Mr. Hagen Daaz

View from the front yard

I already miss the island with my whole heart, but am making the most and the best of my time here.
On the menu for tomorrow:
Utilizing the Spokane Transit Authority for the first time, attending community college undercover, talking to as many fascinating people as possible, and wrapping things up with a gnarly poetry slam.

love. anna.

Sometimes I get lonely and spend way too much time on facebook

Si J'etais un mosaic...

QUESTIONS:
1. What is your name?
2. What is your favorite food?
3. What is your hometown?
4. What is your favorite color?
5. What is your favorite movie?
6. What is your favorite drink?
7. What is your dream vacation?
8. What is your favorite dessert?
9. What is one word to describe yourself?
10. How are you feeling right now?
11. What do you love most in the world?
12. What do you want to be when you grow up?DIRECTIONS:
- Go to Google Images.
- Type in your answer to each question.
- Choose a picture.
- Use this website (http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/mosaic.php) to make your collage.

Leaving

A somewhat melodramatic poem I wrote on the plane flight back from Hawaii. Part of a renewed effort to share what I write without dying of shame.

"Leaving"
I tried to give the island a goodbye kiss
but it melted at my touch.
An eight-month mirage,
dissolved in a minute.
and leaving nothing but a bit of sand in my ears to remind me.

I tried to hug the ocean,
cradle the sunset,
fill my lungs so full with the precious sunshine
that a little pocket might stay there forever-
Sweetening each breath with a bit of illumination.

But they each slipped through somehow.
dripped through my fingers,
poured through my memory,
then washed right over me.
The horizon turned black
and the waves went to sleep.
I want to go back.
but the sea would get one taste
and spit me right out.
"You don't belong here," it would say.
"Look at your pale skin,
your tired eyes,
your unrealized ambitions."
And so i would turn to leave,
nothing but the echo of the tide
and the dull roar of the engine
to lull me to sleep.
Whispering through my sandy ears
and bursting through my aching heart.Aloha Oe, my beautiful Island. I'll be back someday.

Love, jet lag, and sorry no meter or rhyme scheme,
Anna