Oh, Labor Day weekend. You know, it doesn’t really seem like a three-day weekend to me. Maybe it’s because this summer has been the longest summer I have ever had and everyday is nice and relaxing. This is going to be a whole different kind of relaxation for me. My family has never gone houseboating before. I guess my mother found houseboats and thought it would be fun. We’ll be lazy-ing around on a boat. I love being out to sea, but this isn’t an ocean. This is Lake Shasta. I’m sure it will be absolutely gorgeous and lovely but there are a few things I am wary about. 1. We’re bringing my dog on a 4-hour carride when he gets car sick on a 10-minute trip to the park. 2. Who knows how to maneuver a boat in our family?! 3. While I have googled houseboating and read up on it, I am still a little uncertain about what exactly we are doing.
It’ll be an adventure, to say the least. I’ll be posting about it when I get back. My co-worker was nice enough to lend me our Nikon D300 for the trip, so expect better quality photos!
In the meantime, I love Sarah-Ji’s post here at Shuttersister. It speaks to me on so many levels. I claim titles simply because it is easier to say, “Yes, I am” than to go into a long, mundane argument about why I am not. Why I am not an artist. Why I am not really a photographer although the job title claims so. If a genuine love and passion for the things I do determines how I label myself, then perhaps I really can say, “Yes, I am” without hesitation.
Have a great Labor Day weekend, everyone! I’m sure there will be tons of stories to tell upon return.
I have wanted my own Digital SLR camera for quite a while now. Unfortunately, I only make so much an hour and intended on saving up my summer money for the first semester — maybe only first quarter — of college. But then…this came out. I. want. that.
I love the timelessness of this photo. It reminds me that some of the best friendships are not always formed with people I see day-to-day, but with those that I can easily fall into a comfortable silence with or roll around with in uncontrollable laughter.
Yes, I went MIA. Apologies to those who actually read this blog. I went through a week of extreme stress, bliss, and nostalgia. Rehearsals tend to do that to me. At least the rehearsals that are disorganized–with kids running about and completely unprepared for the annual performance that was only a few days away. All the shows went well though. Of course, a few minor glitches and mess-ups here and there, but why focus on those when this past weekend was my very last dance show of my high school career? And perhaps even my Chinese dance career? Anyways, thanks to everyone who showed up and those who brought flowers and gifts. It was a blast.
Of course, a milestone like this called for reminiscing and what better way to do it than with my dear old friend Erika who was there by my side when I first started dancing at the wee age of five or six. We stepped onto that concrete stage in the Monta Vista quad and wiggle our butts for the audience; we danced as swans and Disney characters; we held sleepovers and pool parties at each others’ houses…and look how much we have all grown since then.
On top of all that, work has been busy to say the least. Well, it goes to show how much I am avoiding writing some of these articles as I am updating at this time of day. Let’s call it alleviating the writer’s block.
Oh — and to all that have already left for college. Good luck and have tons of fun. The prospect of going away has not hit me yet, but I am hearing all these wonderful stories about college. All I want to say to all my friends is–Be happy. And keep in touch.
peanut butter and jelly.
milk and cookies.
ketchup and mustard.
salt and pepper.
yin and yang.