Wednesday, June 29, 2011

head's up

Oh. Hi there.

Yeah, I'm still alive, why do you ask? How long has it been?
Oh. March. Okay.

Well, I'm going to pick up this blogging thing again, but I'm switching to tumblr. The Blogger atmosphere is just stifling my creativity, you know? Just kidding, it's not really, but I want a switch. So I present to you:

See ya around.

Monday, March 21, 2011

lists of things

I'm not particularly good at remembering things.
I especially hate it when I'll think of something I really need to tell someone, or go do, and the person or the thing that needs to be done is right in the other room, and I go to say/do it and forget within five seconds of the thought. Four hours later, usually in a car by myself where I can't do anything, I will remember, and I will remember how quickly I forgot. And that's just if I have to do one thing. More than one? Forget it.
Um, literally, I guess.

In the past several months or so, but especially recently, I've realized that if I number the things I need to do, I have a better chance of remembering. If I know that when I wake up in the morning, I need to do four things before I leave the house, I can be like, "Oh hey, I have this vague recollection of the number Four. It could possibly be a reference to that book I just finished reading or more probably is a clue to an internal list." Apparently it's easier for me to remember numbers than a list of activities.

So it's great: I rub the sleep out of my eyes and say, "Yes! Four things I have to do before I leave the house; I've got this. First thing was get the Kindle off the charger and into my backpack. Second thing was copy physics homework - no wait, that was the third thing. What was the second thing?" Pause. Long pause. "Okay, fourth thing... Find my water bottle. What was the second thing?"

Yes, it's important that these things are in order. You can have haphazard lists with things jumping all out of their assigned space and still expect to remember things.

Actually, I can't expect to remember things no matter what.

At least I know I'm forgetting something, I tell myself, as if that helps anything at all. Yeah, sure, at least now I'm going to freak out about everything and just go ahead take everything in my room with me just in case it was that thing I was forgetting. But it gets even worse when my mind starts being all, Oh, the second thing was definitely to remember your lunch bag. I think. I mean, if that didn't make it to the list, it should have been on there, right? Wait wait, no, the second thing was to not forget your driver license, I'm pretty sure that's what it was. Yeah.

So then I think I know what the second thing on my internal list was, but I have this nagging fear in the back of my mind that I really did completely forget it and I've replaced something intrinsically and absolutely important with something of extreme insignificance.

All that was to explain to you that I forgot my math homework at home this morning, the math homework for which I sacrificed hours of sleep.

I should go. I have three things I need to do before I go to sleep tonight.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

not interesting vs interesting

I'm leaving for a three-day excursion to Oklahoma tomorrow morning (in about four hours, actually). Liss over at Daydream Lily (a much cooler blogger than I, for certain), is going on a trip as well, though not to Oklahoma. Her packing post inspired me to do one of my own - especially since I haven't posted in ages.

Firstly, let me introduce to you my most recent piece of clothing DIY. I'd like to boast that it concerns sewing and immense creativity, but honestly, all I did was take two pairs: a pair of scissors to a pair of socks. I had these giant-footed, super-tall socks, see, and I didn't know what to do with them. They looked silly because my feet were way too small for them, and I'm too short and/or don't wear short enough skirts to make it not look like thick, awkward leggings.

So I snipped off the feet.

You can see the feet in the background (and ignore the cords and mess by my desk). And there you go, improv leg warmers. I am, after all, an 80s child.

You don't need a description of this. Just know that the blue hat is completely unnecessary and completely awesome.

This photo is more interesting because it isn't about clothes. Kindle (funny thing about the screensaver is that I just got Mark Twain's autobiography to read on the trip), my notebook, math homework (ick), scientific calculator (for physics homework, hiding beneath the math), great green sweater, my mom's ipod, and pen-pencil-eraser-usb-chapstick-shuffle.

Not shown: about three billion cords.

I come back on a plane.
The end.

Friday, March 4, 2011

how to tell if your brothers were the last ones to take a bath

After a brief ninja-pose routine in front of the bathroom mirror (no, you cannot has pictures), I decided now would be a good time to update you Sharpies on, y'know, stuff.

So, I went to take a shower, right, because that's what I do, and lo and behold: a ring 'round the tub. Unlike the Cat in the Hat's bathtub ring (which was pink), this one was a nice, inch-wide ring of grime. Definitely boys. Nothing a good rinse wouldn't wash away.

I've been writing, lately. Nothing concrete, no finished product I could show you, but bits here and there: sentences, miniature stories.
One question I've been asking people is this: If you had to pick one moment of your life, a story of you that encapsulates who you are and defines you now, what story would you tell?

It's a hard question.
I don't think I have such a story. Or, if I do, I can't recall it well enough to tell, or I won't confront it to know. Besides, I'm perfectly content with telling other people's stories.

Do you have a defining life story? Maybe nothing big and fancy, maybe no top-of-Mt.-Everest epiphany moment, maybe just a short scene in which you thought, "Yep, that's my life."
You know what you should do? Email me. Or formspring, if you want to be anonymous. (Links in the sidebar to the left.) Or leave a comment.

reading: An Abundance of Katherines by John Green; To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf; and Bird by Bird by Anne Lamott
loving: the feed your soul art project by indie fixx. I've already printed out several of my favorites, and plan to go to the thrift store tomorrow for some cheap frames.
listening: Daft Punk's album Discovery
resolving: to work out next week, at least once.
playing: Words with Friends (my handle is d3lv, if you're up for a game)
sleeping: Ha, very funny. (Not very much, that's for sure.)

Sweet, my Droid just updated!

Thursday, February 24, 2011

long nights

Let's just say that sleep hasn't exactly been a priority lately. And Tesla (who is a Grown and Dignified Cat now, but will still go for a belly rub when at all possible) has chewed my new headphones. This is the blog of one sad, music-less girl.

My goal for tonight is in bed before 2am, which will be a great improvement on last night's (this morning?) 5:30am bedtime. Actually doing my homework (as opposed to cell phone blogging) might facilitate that endeavor.

Until... later!

who i am!

Tiph used to be this weird hippie chick who sewed things and drank tea and rode bikes and wrote silly things. Then, college came along, and now she's this weird hippie chick with math in her brain and notebooks full of indefinite integrals. And hardly any time to write. This is her space. Thankfully, space is a vacuum and any complaints you may have cannot be heard.


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