It is May of 2009. Amanda Amador, one of the greatest women I have ever known, has just walked at her High School Graduation. She will be staying in Denver to pursue some sort of degree in medicine. I am 16 and about to go to Nicaragua. I don’t know what High School is going to be like without her.
Today is late May of 2013. Amanda will walk at her College Graduation from Johns Hopkins University in Baltimore, Maryland. She did not stay at the community college in Denver. She did not stick around to see everyone come and go from our little square state.
She’s making shit happen.
WIth all the love in the world, my love, congratulations.
Not until Winter
My sophomore year is wrapping up. My year long contract as an RA is ending soon. Photo assignments for MarCom are becoming more sparse, Sasquatch is this weekend, and I just performed in my second Scratch.
I just spent the last hour in Dakota’s bed, laughing and unloading, eating chocolate and talking about shit on our minds. Mostly shit on my mind, she is a good listener.
We concluded three things:
- We’ll probably be alcoholics one day.
- It’s going to be hard being away from SU until Winter Quarter.
- 3 weeks before summer is an awkward time to have feelings for someone.
Buenas Noches
Casual Wednesday lunch light conversation (via ohheyerica)
I’m going to be living under the same roof as this person….
Jonathan Hobin Re-Creates the World’s Most Infamous Tragedies with Children
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These photos frighten me in so many ways.
(Source: stopdropandrun, via sarahbear9789)
Mutha fuckas I need to go to bed. Up writing a paper, drinking all the Earl Grays, painting my nails, and going over my poem for Scratch in my head over and over and over because I want it to feel like a rhythm when I say it, like a heartbeat I know well.
I am now an honorary member of Pu$$y Palace.
(On today:) HAIR IS VANITY.
Haircuts have always been ceremonial for me. Since starting College, I have gotten one real haircut.
That is until tonight. Matt Chestnut turned up Super Humanoids real loud, and sat me in the middle of his living room. He took off a whole inch, piling it into a QFC bag that holds clippings from Ellyn, Dalton, and Rachel. I thought it appropriate since he’s leaving for Africa for a year, and by the time he returns, we will have both completed our study abroad, and probably grown up a lot.
My next haircut will be by his hands. I told him he could shave my head for Graduation. We’ll see.
We’ll see.
Quadstock in a few frames.
Short words for a long day
Muggy walks. A lot of hugs, a lot of new people. SU community is something I am very looking forward to in my next 2 years here. There is a deeply huggy person inside me that I forget about sometimes, and she will emerge without warning and pull everyone into her midst, of wanting to know.
I got several warnings today, but they have just exacerbated my curiosity. His eyes looked me up and down, not caring that I could very well see what he was doing. I don’t know what to feel, so I’m going to feel everything.
Mustafa sort of came up to me today on the green and was like, “Let’s be friends.” Which is great. While we were leaving Quadstock he found me in the dark, and while meaning to pull me by my waist towards the exit, he totally grabbed my right breast and I was like, “Hi okay I guess we’re pretty good friends now.” I saw a lot of Katie Smith today, which is always a pleasure. I took two very ethnic looking photos with Devika, and a lot of hugging/laughing/stupid photos with Kellie, Olivia, Rachel, Margaux, Evelynn, and the like.
My nutrition of the day was an apple, a quarter of a muffin, four tater tots. one mad dog with cream cheese , and a lot of water. Brother Ali and I are now best friends and I am happy to be alive.
I’M GETTING TO KNOW PEOPLE
Peter and Quinn took shifts driving my truck around Cap Hill- whether that was up to the Art Show or down to Rancho Bravo, I was sitting shotgun just feeling so alive and so happy, with all the rascals chlllin’ in the back of the truck. Peter sang Biggie Smalls with me, and Quinn talked ghetto with me. I really like them both.
They all helped me eat my nachos that I half-heatedly chewed, the same ones I had ordered in spanish in full confidence. Katie and Laura were looking elegant, dressing up the grimy walls of Rancho Bravo. It is moments like those that reaffirm my gusto for living in South America.
Lucas came over for like 2 hours. I gave him my last babybel and he told me I was sweet. I am just full of joy. Full of joy for knowing someone new, full of joy for enjoying this person, full of joy for talking to another human.
I am happy. I am happy.
This is the jaaaaaaaam
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I'm Morgan.
I am a young woman in search of purpose, laughter, and inspiration in every day I wake up to.
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