yes, autumn.

I will need to always remember how I felt this fall, with no outside influence to my overwhelmingly nostalgic happiness. Nostalgia comes from something. Mine came from the colors of this autumn. Okay, so there's some influence--But I experienced this on my own. A single body did not affect my joy or how spiritually connected I surprisingly felt to the way this autumn danced around. I wanted to share with someone how I felt driving down 'A' street almost every day. I wanted to take a mental picture and just lodge it into the memory folder of my brain. I'm not sure I have one of those, and I'm sure I won't be able to keep this perfect image forever, and I'm pretty sure I won't know how I felt until i feel it again. Until next fall. But maybe next fall it will be bitter and white. Maybe next fall I'll be in Spain and the leaves won't speak the language of Nebraska leaves.
There is nothing like a solitary tree with three different shades of orange, distantly fading into yellow, and then to green. I prefer not to think of the terrifying reasons why the leaves stayed on the trees so long this year. I prefer to think they knew I needed that long kind of autumn. I prefer to think they knew I needed something to hold me through this last stretch of 2010, in Nebraska.......in, yes in Nebraska.

red, read.

I will graduate
and then I will read!
I will read books
I would like read
..here ^^
okay or just anywhere.

helping a friend out for a class

This Girl ^^

1) Community is a group of people, all with the desire for a strong collective relationship, and with at least some sort of emotional ties to each other or to the community they've formed. I'm sayin they love each other and they love (or have grown some sort of connection to) what they're about!
2) I maintain relationships in my communities by staying involved and by staying present. I think one can easily lose their sense of community if they begin to become more selfish than not. Being a part of a community and maintaining those relationships requires a high amount of solidarity and a low amount of jealousy.

tokyo, a place i'd like to GO

I lived in Nebraska and then I didn’t because my mom and dad and I drove to New Jersey. We drove there and then for two years I made frequent visits to New York City. For two years I went to a museum or two and I saw people sing and dance. I spent many patriotic holidays on Long Beach Island. I slept on the floor in Philadelphia. I drove with myself to Washington D.C., I saw Delaware and poverty. I drove with my mom and dad through Amish Country. Once I flew to New Orleans to volunteer, then I drove to New Orleans again because I missed it. And I wanted to dance. I moved, because I had to. I flew to South Africa and we stopped in Senegal. I rode a horse into Lesotho. I floated from a plane to the ground in Mossel Baai. I took drunken taxi rides. I drove the Garden route to Cape Town with a charming boy and we stared at the ocean. I went in the ocean. Naked? Twice. I ran and I biked in South Africa. I spent 14 hours blind on a public bus. I moved to Nebraska. I road-tripped to Austin and back in a weekend and I flew to San Francisco to break up the monotony. I drove with 'The Douche' from Nebraska to New York City, then I took the train a couple times from New Jersey to New York. I New Years Eve’d at a pizza shop in Brooklyn. I came back home and I camped in the mountains of Colorado. I flew to Haiti. I rode in the back of a truck across Haiti. I ran in Haiti. I swam in the ocean in Haiti and I played soccer. I flew to Israel. I hiked across Israel. I swam in the ocean in Israel, twice. Naked? Once. I drove to Nashville to break up the monotony, and I wanted to dance. I slept in a car in St. Louis. I camped in the mountains of Colorado, again, and I did because the autumn is absolutely radiant.