It is a family tradition to attend the Centenary summer band series.
I drooped there in the folding chair with my feet up on the concrete bench, waving a black fan and regretting my last bite of chocolate pie. Strawn's pie is also part of the tradition, and I usually split a piece with my sister, but since she has been in Memphis for the last few weeks, I greedily downed the entire piece myself.


All around me the outdoor shell theater bleeds soft gold light onto the mildewed concrete. The only sounds I hear are the shuffling of papers and the rumbling of clouds. Chorale and Shaker Dance begins. A very odd arrangement, but a beautiful one. So few listeners in this huge amphitheater, but all of them attentive. The trees become black silhouettes.
At the most urgent sections of the piece, lighting starts to flicker over the trees, briefly turning the faded indigo sky to the color of old blue jeans. One timpani roll is accompanied by the roll of thunder. Wind presses the pine needles against their branches to create a soft sweeping sound. I feel a single spot of water on my left wrist bone.
Before the event is over, the rain pours down. A few don umbrellas, still attentive to the melodies woven before them. Everywhere people are bathed in the rain and music. The droplets are illuminated by the warm light of the shell, and those once brilliant droplets crash into the backs of the audience's necks, but the musicians themselves remain dry. Listeners blink through their wet eyelashes, and shiver into the final note of the clarinet... and then the silence.
The sky claps harder than the few remaining observers, and a woman steps up to the microphone to say some words of thanks. No matter, we are already walking toward the car, folding chairs crammed into wet bags and sandals covered in small pieces of grass.

Every once in a while, life is a journey into the surreal. Sometimes through nature. Sometimes through art. Rarely through both.  ¶ 21:58

Twenty one is my favorite number. One of them anyway. Go read my comic!

Jeff visited last weekend, which was really nice. ^_^ I've got a special Fourth of July weekend planned as well. I'm going to Memphis to get my sissy! Finally!
I'm reading Stephen King and David Sedaris at the moment. And replaying Riven. Nothing else besides that and comic going on for me right now. Work, read, play, write. Repeat.
Oh, I want to thank Emily for putting my site in her buddy info. That made me feel so special for some reason.<3
Hope you all have a great week!  ¶ 23:34

Well, I've finished twenty comics as of today. So proud of myself, I might go buy a smoothie. Thanks to my faithful readers and friends! Do you think its time to start advertising on other sites?

I've just COMPLETELY rearranged my room. I've had it in the same setup since I was in middle school, so I REALLY like this new setup better. All of the sudden I have a LOT more space. The latern over my head is light blue, though you can't see that. Many of my decorations are gifts from friends, so if you see yours, thank you! ^_^




Jeff is coming in to town this weekend. If you wanna see him, call me.  ¶ 23:48

Ninteenth comic up! Woo!


These white beauties grow in my yard, but I have no idea what they are. My mom says they are jasmine but I still don't know if I believe her. They give off the most amazing fragrance and are my favorite flower, even though they only bloom for about a week out of the year. There was only one white one left on the bush today. All the others were melted down to a golden, whithering shade. I didn't pick it, even though I wanted to.

I miss my sister. She is in Memphis with Lori and Mark, the way I used to be before I got out in the real world and found summer jobs. Lara really is one of my most cherished friends. She shares a spark with me that is rare among friends, and even rarer among siblings. In truth, I miss most of my friends in other cities, and want to send you my love. Please come home safely and quickly as well. So long as you are ready.

Tiredness.  ¶ 23:17

The comic is up. Sorry about the delay. My FTP was totally screwed up last night. Just so you aren't confused by the sudden shift, she dragged them along to the Chinese restaurant.

Let me tell you about clarity.
On the road to Austin, the clouds are incredible.

In most of the South, the sky is held away from you by the branches and the horizon is cut short. In Austin, the long hills thrust you up above the treeline and the sky is opened up to you. Most notable is the space between these huge clouds and the horizon. I had been fooled into thinking that heaven and earth would touch in the far distance, but as I go to Austin: look! There is a definite margin of space. A space between heaven and earth. A space for us to live. And no matter of distance or dreaming will close the gap.
When I went to UT's orientation, I found a single human being who would tell me the truth about the school. He told me that despite my GPA, I really wasn't competitive in this nursing program because I hadn't completed many hours at UT. Its weighted in favor of their own students, you see. I would have to spend about 3 semesters establishing myself before I could start upper division. And of course he said that he wasn't really supposed to tell me that kind of thing, and I understood of course, since all universities are businesses first.
Everyone I met at that school was extremely kind and intelligent. Wholly on top of their stuff. But one was honest, and that was what I needed most. Because if it, there is absolution. I can now move on from that dream without remorse or anger. I wash my hands of the University of Texas, and give up on going to school there.
I'm still shuffling around my options, but it seems I will finishing my BSN back here at home. Even Houston is looking too expensive at the moment. But no regrets. I am able to choose now, and I'm doing so. This way I'll be able to pay for grad school.
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New comic up. I'm going to have to skip Monday's due to travelling. Apologies in advance.

I'm trying to work out a lot of school mess. I'll give you an update soon. Hopefully in that update I will tell you where I am going to finish my degree.

Have a nice weekend.  ¶ 00:38

Monday's comic is up. Rachel and Brian, you need to name your characters ^_^

I'm pretty sure that I already told you I got a betta fish. But here is his picture if you're interested. His name is Gideon and he is very very cute. He is my first real pet (that I take care of exclusively) so I love him with all the love of a small child. Long live Gideon.


I'm kindof bored since my sister is gone and she destroyed my Playstation before she left. See? Lara Smash Playstation Guess I'll have to just keep drawing or scrapbooking or something. Most likely stressing over school. Oy.

Anyway, I'll probably put up some pictures of where I work later on this week.  ¶ 00:18

The comic is up. I'll be going to Jeff's this weekend, so I can't say whether or not I'll have a new comic made in time for Monday. We'll just have to wait and see.

I want to take this time to say hello and send love to all my friends scattered across the country (the world even)! Especially Rachel and Brian, whom I've not communicated with in ages! Sorry! And my Texas people too! Have a bunch of typed out hearts as apology: <3<3<3<3<3

I've decided that I no longer hate kids. Daycare has made me a better person in that sense. Now, I only hate parents. There is only one child in that entire daycare that was raised incorrectly, and I really feel that his mother has no idea how out of control her kid is. Stop laughing at him, lady, that behavior isn't cute. Gah! You'd have to see this to believe it. REALLY. This kid is UNREAL. Ritalin wouldn't fix the problem, I think ONE good spanking would. But I'd almost wish the kid were drugged, just to keep him from stomping on people.
But you know what? I LOVE this job, compared to Sears. Compared to Sears, this job is WONDERFUL. ^_^

I've not got any more news for you, other than the fact that my school stuff is ALL messed up and I am going to have to make some hard decisions soon. Please pray for me if you're faithful. Pray for Jeff too, he is CRAZY stressed. And leave me some comments for once, if only to show me that you read this.
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