Downtown. Crazy.

I like to explore when I'm bored. Sometimes the dorm seems like a prison, and I just need to get outside. So outside I go. Lately one of my favorite places to go is the courthouse. There's a pretty grassy area outside with trees and benches, and I enjoy sitting there to think and people-watch. It's very refreshing. I am also proud to say I have discovered 4 Starbucks within three blocks of my dorm. haha. And a frozen yogurt place. yay. :]


On a more solemn note, I saw this woman today. She was old and her skin was really tan and weathered-looking as if she had spent months, most likely years, in the sun. She was homeless. Her eyes were squinted, almost completely shut. We were walking towards each other, and as I was about to pass her on the sidewalk, she saw me and stopped. She looked to the ground and practically grunted as she told me to go ahead. That poor woman. What must she have been through, how must people have treated her for her to not even be able to look at me as I walked past? It made me a little sad. I wish people weren't cruel. I wish I could help people like that poor, old woman. I hope that her family is out there somewhere, thinking about her and caring about her, even if she doesn't know it.

The Adams are on the loose. Again.

On Sunday, the Adams returned from a long weekend of backpacking through the Superstition Mountains to Rieves Ranch. Ouch. We're talking two days of hiking 10 miles in, 10 miles out, 30 pound packs, sleeping on the ground, pure insaneness.


Nah, it actually wasn't that bad. But it was pretty intense. We actually camped next to a creek in this valley thing where an old ranch house used to be. And there were apple trees, although I'm sad to say there were no apples. We actually had to gather water from this creek (which I affectionately called the 'crick') and boil the water so we could drink it and make our food with it. Like I said, intense. It was way fun though. And so beautiful. There was actually this part of the trail, in between the desert-like terrain and the forest-like terrain, that was what I imagine prairie-like terrain to be. The trail was on the edge of the mountain and you could look out and see this huge valley beneath you and the most amazing mountains beyond that. I almost felt like Phoenix didn't exist, like there were no such things as big cities. I never knew there were places like that in Arizona.

And of course, there are many hilarious stories regarding my ridiculous family, but I will save those for another time. (They're always better when I can incorporate the voices I've created for them-haha.) I'm really glad I had the chance to share this experience with them.

I must say, I am a fan of backpacking. I can't wait to go again.

This is the story of a girl.

A boy and a girl sat beneath a tree, holding hands. He looked at her and watched her smile. His eyes were bold. They searched for something more than shady trees and green grass, something more than hand-holding and sweet smiles. He wanted her promise to him, in hopes someday she could give him her heart, in hopes she would someday realize and appreciate that his heart already belonged to her. But the girl was happy. His hand was enough for her. And time was all she needed.

So hush now, boy. It’s just you and me and time. Hold my hand, and forget the rules.
If we care enough, we won’t need titles. I can be yours, and you mine.

The girl was scared. She pushed him away. The boy was desperate. Was he losing her? Her heart screamed, please trust me, trust time. His heart pained, please just let me in, this can be something. He did not look at her now but she knew he was searching. She couldn’t explain any other way-- she grabbed his hand.

So hush now, boy. It’s just you and me and time. Hold my hand, and forget the rules.
Believe me when I say I care. I am yours, and you are mine.

The boy pulled closer, she pushed farther. She wanted him to be happy, but time was all she could give, and time was too long for him. He believed that she cared, but he needed more. He looked at her but she wasn’t smiling. His eyes were tired now, and hers pleaded for his understanding. But he couldn’t see it.

So hush now, boy. It’s just you and me and time’s run out. Hold my hand, one last time.
I never promised you my heart, how could I know for sure? But you never promised your patience either.

Happiness was all I ever wanted. How did we come to this?

Hmmm

I had so much fun at NAU this weekend with my homeslice(s). And then I came back. ughh. I like ASU, but I guess I'm just disappointed that it's not the change I had hoped it would be. I wake up to construction. And heat. And noise. And my dorm is quiet, solitary-like. And my mom wants me to move home next year, but I don't want to. I feel like I'm hurting her feelings. I feel like I'm so close to my family I'm practically avoiding them when I don't see them, which is weird. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't want to see them, I love my family and miss not being around them all the time. I just feel like this is something I need to do. I don't know why. And I feel like I'd be failing if I went back home next year.

There are just so many changes. And I can't tell if I'm disappointed in them because my expectations were too high, or if there really is something better out there. Speaking of something better, I've also been way confused about my major. I decided I want to minor in Spanish, but in deciding this I realized how much more excited I am about learning language than I am about being a journalist. Is this because I don't really want to be a journalist? Or is this because the real journalism aspect of my degree hasn't kicked in yet? I'm just so confused. I know journalism can open many doors for me, but I know they aren't easy doors to open. I'm so terrified of getting out of college and getting stuck. Stuck in a desk job at some small publication that I went to as a start for my resume, and then 10 years down the road, where am I? Stuck. At the same place. I know if I stay focused and just never give up I can do the things I feel like I have to do. I know I can.

Sorry, that was a bit scattered.