pronounce the “T”.

Anyways,  I was walking down the street twirling my purse and chewing bubble gum and painting my nails when I was

approached by a tiger. The tiger said “RAWR!” AND I SAID “AWW I LOVE YOU TOO TIGER <3″.

Anyways, I like cookies. Ooza wooza.

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Like the size of my thumb!

Luckily, I didn’t scream but I was too afraid to kill it to I just put a cup over it. Now I dont know what to do with it…

But, I started thinking about it more and I realized that when I was praying the other day I was at peace. And that when I let God in my life the peace in my life is more like the palm of my hand. It continues from one side to the other without anything stopping it. Peace isnt just in the spaces its everywhere. There may be some wrinkles  or cuts but that doesnt stop the palm of my hand. It continues through even the rough patches. I like that.

Yoga seems like its going to be a pretty neat class. The teacher was cool seemed pretty easy going. So I’m excited about that. And she let the class out early so I had time to stop at the campus bookstore and buy a notebook.

I usually don’t like to stand out in my classes. I just like to sit there and be quiet and hopefully not very many people will notice me. However when I got to my geology class the teacher was already taking roll and the door made so much noise when it opened and closed that everyone turned and looked, and right as I got inside he called my name and I had to say here. So now pretty much the entire class knows who I am. But I guess its not that bad of a thing because there were lots of cute boys in that class

I think I’m going to like geology. Its definitely going to be my hardest class, but not too hard. I’m looking forward to it. The teacher is one of those guys who likes to throw in jokes while he’s talking and if your not paying attention you don’t get it. So me and a couple other people were laughing. I thought he was funny. And he goes on field trips. He’s taking a group of students to death valley during spring break, which I think sounds really  fun. He said that since he’s started teaching and going on field trips his trips have started 12 marriages, and at least 1 is still together. I thought that was funny.  Maybe I should go on his field trip? There is just something about the mountains of Death Valley… lol

I sat next to this girl named Britney. She has a jealous boyfriend. So she cant go on the field trip because it would start a fight. I think that’s ridiculous. I don’t know if I could handle my boyfriend controlling everything I do, and getting in the way with what I want to do. I think its weird. Maybe I wouldn’t think it was as crazy if I was in the situation. I hope I never am.

So anyways… I have the highest hopes for this semester. I think it’s going to be a good one.

So on the night of the performance Tudor comes out to the piano with his stopwatch to time his piece (which apparently wasnt uncommon) and he closes the lid of the piano to mark the beginning of the piece. A few minutes later he opened the lid briefly to mark the end of the first movement. There were three movements. The entire piece consisted of the pianist going to the piano and not hitting any keys for three movements.

My initial reaction when I heard this was “That sounds really boring.” But after I thought about it more… I think its a really neat idea. The comotion around you becomes the music. The sound of cars outside. The sound of someone adjusting in their seat. The sound a bird flying by. Anything. Anything can be the music, which I find pretty amazing

However, what I found interesting abut 4’33 is that even though the pianist isn’t making any sound, there’s still noise. Wouldn’t you expect it to be quiet, or maybe even silent? But its not quiet, theres clocks ticking, and people coughing, and the hum of the AC. There’s always some kind of noise… there never really is silence.

I dont really think Cage was trying to achieve silence, he wanted the ambient noises to become the music, which they did. But latley I’ve been thinking about how loud everything is. Even my voice seems louder to me than normal, and how nice it would be to sit in silence for a little bit. To not have anything running through my head but quietness. But I can’t manage to get that to happen. There’s always noise, always something to listen to and when we dont have anything to listen to we turn on music or the tv or start singing to fill in the silience.

We fill every moment of our lives with music or noise or sounds of some sort that  in a typical day finding one moment of complete and absolute silence is inconceivable. Its impossible.

Why is silence so foreign? Why is it such a strange concept? Why can’t I find it? And why am I searching for it?

The voice in my head gets louder and louder and I just want it to be quiet… but when it finally does the silence is even louder than my voice. Silence screams compared to the whispers of other noises

How is that possible? Why is it the quiet moments are the loudest? Why does an awkward silence stand out more than music playing in the background. How can jack hammers and cars honking be considered music when we cant even stand to listen to silence for a couple moments?

So I’m asking this:

Why is silence so loud yet so hard to find?

I believe it was last Thursday, my head was acting a little weird… but I kind of liked it. I was seeing things from different points of views and walking around in a fuzz all day.

I got home and started walking towards the front door to go inside because.. well thats what you do when you get home. And I almost made it to the door, but then I looked down at the ground and I saw a snail sliding along the garden hose that was wound in a circle. Now, a normal person probably wouldnt even think twice and continue along their way, but I havent seen very many snails in my life, growing up in the desert and all. So what do I do? I just plop myself down on the concrete and sit Indian style staring at it. I was mesmerized by this little tiny snail. I probably sat there for about 15 minutes just looking at it slide along. At one point I moved the hose and the the snail feeling the hose shake slowly went back into it’s shell. It was the neatest looking thing ever.

And then I realized…

In order for that snail to go anywhere it had to come out of its shell. Before it could travel along it had to take a risk and expose its soft slimy skin to the world around it.

After a couple minutes the snail came back out and started back on the same path it was taking before.

And then I thought. The snail is so much safer inside his shell, he could stay in his shell and he’d never have to worry about the dangers around him. But he doesnt. Every night he comes out of his shell and travels along. Does he even know where he is going? Does he care where he’s going? Why is he comming back out of his shell? It’s so dangerous! At any moment a bird could swoop down and eat him. I could step on him and crush him. But as sat there tranced by the snail slithering along, I realized this snail  is 100 times braver than I am. He lives by slithering along in my front yard.In order to get anywhere he has to expose his most vulurable parts to world. It may not look like he’s making any progress, but slowly he is, and its a heck of a lot better than staying in his shell 24/7 and not going anywhere… right? Does it matter where he’s going? No, all that matters is that he is going somewhere, is that he is taking a risk and living.

I live day to day in my shell, I dont let anyone come in, and I dont really come out for anything. I protect myself from people hurting me… but am I really living? Am I making any progress. Am I only going to get somewhere when I finally make myself vulnerable?

I mentioned some of this to the lady I live with and her response was “Well thank the Lord I’m not a snail!”

Yeah we’re not snails, but have so much more respect for them now. They’re pretty brave if you ask me.

Earlier that I day I went bouldering with Chelsea at Indian Cove. Indain Cove is this place right outside 29 Palms with huge rocks that are so much fun to climb. I love just spending a day out there wandering around and sitting on top of rocks feeling like I’m on top of the world. This time was particularly fun because it wasnt hot and because we were climbing as the sun was going down so all the colors and shadows made it 10 times more beautiful than it normally is. I really do love the desert. I think it’s so beautiful. Most people who live in Yucca Valley hate it but I loved it. The sunsets are amazing with out huge buildings in the way. It’s so nice to just go climb when your frustrated and not have a million people all around you. Just me and my best friend on top of a huge boulder with no one around.

So here are some pictures for your enjoyment =)

 One) My Car

Thank-you that my volume button is broken so I dont have to worry about listening to music too loud and going deaf.

Two) Going to Work

Thank-you that I am able to have two jobs in a recession and that I am healthy enough to work everyday

Three) Not Having Enough Clothes

Thank-you that I have enough clothes to get me through the week. And thank you for forcing me to be creative to come up with new combinations of clothes I already have.

Four) Lucy ( a dog ) ate the scarf I was making

Thank-you for teaching me to not leave my stuff lying around

Five) All My Friends are Busy

Thanks for letting me have some time alone to genuinly think and figure things out for myself without being inturupted by others.

Thank-you that I have friends who genuinly care about me.

Six) Budgeting my Money

Thanks that I have enough money that I actually have to budget it.

Thanksk that I have enough to get me what I need.