forsomeone

Aunt Shelley to Uncle Scott: "I would divorce you for Mike Rowe."

Uncle Scott: "I would divorce me for Mike Rowe."


Or, as we're all standing in the kitchen.

Terry: "Dana, your obssession with Paul McCartney is weird."

Dad: "That's probably why you like Jacob. He has the same haircut."

Terry: "You do realize how old Paul is, right?"

Me: "It's Paul McCartney."

Terry: "He's old."

Me: "Doesn't matte. He's Paul McCartney."

Uncle Scott: "I agree. It doesn't matter how old he is. It's Paul McCartney. Everyone is in love with Paul McCartney. Hell, I'm even in love with him."


My family has issues. LOL

Someone out there must have know that I had a for shit day today because my dad called me tonight and told me to turn on A&E and who was on? Paul! :) Somehow, hearing him sing Calico Skies, Michelle, and Hey Jude, made my day so much better. There's still some amount of love in this world.

Hope everyone else is doing okay.

LOVES!!!

So, picture this. It is my first day at the University of Oregon. I am walking around the campus, trying to find my way from class to class. I have a map in hand and a messenger bag across my shoulder, that by the end of the day, would give me a sore neck. So, I am walking around, trying my hardest to find my music class. Luckily, I had a two hour break in between this class and my previous class (Acting 101) to give me ample time to try and find where I needed to go. The thing you must know about me though, is I suck at reading maps. It is an area that I find myself pretty deficient in. So, with my head down, I am looking at my map confused, walking along the path just minding my own business. When I looked up though, I froze.

I was in a graveyard.

Now why the heck would you put a graveyard in the middle of a college campus?!?! It's just not right. Here I am, not even a full twenty four hours into my college career, and I find myself stranded in the middle of a graveyard, dead bodies beneath my feet. There is some sort of poetic irony in there somewhere. To make matters worse, no one else was around. I had to do a double take, wondering to myself for a brief moment if this was really happening or if I was simply just losing my mind. It was horrible! LOL. Mom got a kick out of it when I told her this morning though. The woman has a twisted sense of humor. :) Then, further irony occurred. When I exited the graveyard, that is where the campus clinic was held. I can safely say that I will never be going there for anything because I now have a theory that they obviously don't know what they're doing because obviously people die so much that they need a graveyard right next door to them. I can't even get away from this graveyard either! For some reason, upstairs from the clinic, is where my music class is held, so I am now forced to walk by this scary little place every day on my way to class. It's just wrong.

Despite this, my first day of college was pretty nice. It was my second day that I had my actual melt down. Mom and I got to the campus late and therefore I was late for my Acting Class. By the time I got to the room that my class was said to be in, they had all moved to somewhere else and no one really knew where so no one could direct me to it. I ended up sitting outside of Starbucks, panicking because it was only my second day and I was already proving that I couldn't make it to class on time. But, as I sat outside of Starbucks, listening oddly enough to Paul McCartney playing overhead (I still say that was an act of God to get me to calm down a little) I realized that right now I probably shouldn't be taking this class anyway and that maybe me missing it was a sign, something to help me realize this. I love to act but with all the changes that are going on in my life right now, I honestly just don't have the energy for it. And, if you don't have the energy for acting, you're only going to give at the most, 80% of your potential. Therefore, the criticism you will receive on your work, would be off because you're not trying your hardest as it is. I don't know if that makes any sense, but it kind of did to me. Therefore, I've decided, that there is nothing saying I have to take this class this term. I'm going to wait until I get settled in life, in college and in the new apartment before I take on something big like that. Plus, college, I am coming to find out, is exhausting. Today I was only at school for five hours, going to a total of three classes, but I feel like I am getting more information thrown at me then I did in a week of high school. So for now, I have decided to take a step back and just take the fact that I missed class (something I never do unless I plan on it before hand) as a sign telling me that I need to slow down.

So yeah. Today at school was pretty uneventful. I just had a lot of philosophy thrown at me and I'm currently unwinding with a cup of coffee, trying to figure out what I think has some amount of relevance to my life, and what is something that I consider bull.

I met moms old boyfriend Ross today. He took her out to lunch. Now, I’ve been kind of wary of Ross for a while to tell you the truth. They’ve been e-mailing now for about a year and right around the time that the two of them started to e-mail not in secret (mom didn’t tell anyone for a while that she was e-mailing this man) was the end of my senior year. Suddenly she started going online more and then her and dad are now divorcing. So, no matter how juvenile it is, I do sort of associate Ross with the divorce. I try to think of it though as God has put someone in my mothers life to talk to when she’s going through all of this, but I can’t help but at times think it is more, despite the fact that he is married. Anyway, he knows about me and mom’s obviously told him a lot about me and stuff. He ‘s the one that actually convinced my mom to go out and get the new Paul McCartney album the day that it came out. Today though, I actually met the guy.

He took mom out for a bit and when he dropped her off, he came inside to meet me. Now I’ve talked to him on the phone once before and such, just to give him a hard time because that’s what I do, but I’ve never actually met him. Anyway, he immediately hugged me and kissed me on the cheek, saying that I looked exactly like my mom as a kid. Then, because he knows I love the Beatles, especially Paul, he smiled and told me he had a gift for me saying that it was a present “From Me To You”. He then handed me over a Starbucks giftcard, the one with Paul’s face on it. I smiled and thanked him kindly for it and soon he left. I then conned mom into driving me to go get a Starbucks and when I went inside, I got the balance because I was wondering how much was on the card. Guess what it is.

It’s a fifty dollar gift card!

I got in the car and told mom and she said that she knew. I guess mom tried to tell him not to give it to me but he said no. He told her that in the past year I’ve been through a lot in my life and this was his way of showing me that despite everything that has gone on, there are people out there that still care.

I was just amazed when she said that. It nearly made me cry because it hit me so hard. It’s true. I’ve noticed it in small ways. When my life gets really hard for me, there are still people that care and that aren’t turning their back on me. Oddly enough, it’s not really coming from the people I would expect it to though, like my good friends or family members. It always seems to come from some of the most unexpected people in my life instead. It just made me feel so good that he had said this I couldn’t believe it.

Now, part of me doesn’t want to like the guy because him and my mom have a history and mom and dad aren’t divorced yet. They haven’t even gone through the proceedings. Plus, he’s married (although his marriage is on the rocks as well apparently) with three children. But then at the same time, he is such a nice guy. He’s been my moms main confidant, and for a stranger to be nice to me like that is amazing all on its own.

Now, I don’t know where this whole thing with him and my mother is going. I mean, neither of them are divorced, and I don’t know if Ross ever plans to be. Plus, mom still lives in Oregon, and while she’s been talking about moving back here to California, she said she wouldn’t until I was settled in life, which is still going to be another two years. So is there going to be a huge love thing between Ross and my mother? Probably not. If there was, would I mind?

I don’t think I would. And that’s actually kind of scaring me a bit.

So as I laid reclined in the Dentist chair this morning, watching the “many scenes of Oregon” flit by across the television set above me, I couldn’t help but notice how the picture of a various sort of shoes stood crooked before me. It lead me to wonder if they do this on purpose to make people like me sit and contemplate things like this to stave off the eventual boredom that will ensue, or if I simply was the only one to realize that this little picture was crooked.

Also, have you ever noticed how Dentist offices are green and white? Is this a standard color across the nation for these men, or is it simply a thing that was made law in Oregon alone? Do they figure that they must bang us over the head again and again that we have tree’s sprouting up all over the place? I don’t get it.

As the doctor came in, poking and jamming at my teeth and scrapping against it to make that highly irritated screeching sound that made my leg twitch, he spouted off plenty of words that sounded vaguely Suessian to my ears. Apparently, this Suesian language equaled bad for me though and was no longer the wild eyed delight of my childhood as he explained that I needed to have several fillings and such to correct nerve damage. Well, yeah. I haven’t been to the dentist for five years? There was no way in hell I was going to get away scott free. Especially since the little plaque monsters have been playing the mamba against my left side of my teeth for over a month.

I must admit though, that Maxwell’s Silver Hammer did run through my head more often than not and it was only when Eric Clapton came on did his soothing words about changing the world beat back the images of a slimy Paul McCartney taking shape of my doctor and pulling out all my teeth while I was still wide awake.

So, I've graduated and I finally have time to document all the crazy stuff that's been going on in my life that I want to remember. So the next few days of updating for me will probably just be trips down memory lane for my own benifit as I try to put into words my last few weeks of senior year.

John's penis makes a cameo by the way. :)

If you read this, I fear for you, because you are about to get a little insight into my life with my friends and how I’m becoming way too… free so to speak. LOL

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Tomorrow's my last day of school! Yay!!!!!

I got Paul's new CD! Yay!!!!

I'll be 19 in September! Yay!!!

Uh.... I gonna go eat dinner now? Yay!!!!