ill see you around sometime.

My brother and I in the waters of the Pacific for the first time.

So as I’m sure all of you know I have been on vacation along the west coast.

Having gone through the same routines the whole summer I was excited to begin vacation. We left the 14^th for San Francisco and stayed there for a few days. San Fransisco (or Frisco as I have learned to call it) is wonderful. It stays at a constant 65-70 degrees all the time due to its close proximity to the bay. Although we did stay in a kind of ‘touristy’ area, it was great. I visited Alcatraz which was a blast. Did my own little ‘Sideways’ and did some wine tasting with my parents in Napa Valley. Ate Seafood almost every day and road the cable cars up and down the hills. Probably my favorite thing was walking across the Golden Gate Bridge (about a mile and a quarter). It’s covered in fog pretty much all the time and I never actually saw the bridge as a whole the whole five days or so I was there. When we walked to the other side we soon discovered that there was no bus station on the other side of the bridge and were faced with having to walk across at almost night time so we picked up a cab. So worth it.

We then took a plane to Seattle and I got to sit next to the window (which I made a deal with my brother to let him sit next to the window on the way there to Frisco so I could watch the rain fall when we landed in Seattle BUT IT DIDN’T RAIN THE ENTIRE TIME WE WERE THERE.) I read three books while I was there. I visited the Boeing factory since my dad is a huge airplane enthusiast. I did learn that the Boeing factory is the largest building in the world (area wise) and I saw the largest digital picture in the world of a lady with her eyes closed and arms in the air on the door that the airplanes are rolled out of when they are assembled. Don’t be jealous.

A few blocks from our hotel was Pikes Place Market which I have decided is my favorite place on earth (sorry Baylor). It’s basically a street where people can sell whatever they want and oh my goodness do they have some cheap good fruit. My mom brought home two bags of Mt. Rainier cherries to eat. Speaking of Mt. Rainier, I went there too. Me and my bro did some splorin and took about a thousand pictures of the mountain.

I also went to Victoria and realized that I don’t like Canadians but they do have nice gardens.

My vacation was a blast and watch out for brians new line up of vacation t-shirts.

Now back to this:

a note you left for me

"You would like to speak to this woman, ask her if she's eaten dinner. Perhaps she is the one who could make you forget your cares and woes, start eating breakfast, take up jogging."

nothings wrong.

couldnt stop singing this today. of course i only could remember one line "whos going to drive you home tonight." still one of the best.

7-12

woke up .12:40. got on computer. barnes and noble. bright lights, big city. no candus. basketball. won. swimming with ben. car wash. free vacuum. drop off brother. weed eat yard. shower. texas roadhouse with dad/brother. arnold palmers. sit at bar. astros game. cinnamon rolls. steak. full. throw momma from the train. grace. organize records. the informers. fall asleep. start over.

media

Ok I usually write blogs about the stupidest things and am terribly apathetic towards politics, but after watching the news these past few days and reading on the computer I’ve just become sick of it all.

Michael Jackson was just a human being. He has just as much worth as the protestors in Iran and the people dying in Africa. It upsets me to see more and more people talking about Michael’s death than the turmoil with our economy or protestors in Iran.

Now don’t get me wrong. It’s sad that Michael died, but I cannot wrap my mind around someone crying and this sudden surge in popularity after his death. Sure he was a great singer and I am sad he died so young but cmon. Al Sharpton talking about setting up memorials to Jackson in major cities around the U.S, really?

I should have known though, it’s expected that people care about celebrities like they do, even if I don’t. I can understand that. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I dislike this ridiculous amount of media coverage that he’s getting while when he was alive the very same media tore him down.

I know people will disagree but whatever.

Ooh. Sexy Girlfriend.

This summer has been dedicated to romantic comedies.

I have been chugging along through the list of the all time greats. I’v been addicted to the brat pack movies of the 80’s; the fashion, the music, the richies, and the zoids. After watching pretty much every movie dedicated to high school in the 1980’s/early 90’s, I’ve come to a decision: Pretty In Pink is my favorite (and possibly the best) 80’s movie. Don’t get me wrong, it was hard to choose. In fact, as I type this very sentence I’ve decided that Ferris Buellers Day Off is just as good. So I’m calling it a tie.

Molly Ringwald….*sigh*…..I am in love with her. She is excellent in Pretty in Pink (although much more attractive in 16 candles in my opinion).

I wish I could go back in time and tell Duckie to keep dancing to “Try A Little Tenderness” and stay away from the garbage that is “Two and a Half Men”. Charlie Sheen too.






GIVE ME BACK MY HEART MOLLY RINGWALD.

vanilla almond teeth

I'd eat beans if you'd just stay.

from june until september you're all i remember

I do apologize (to all three people who read this blog when they’re bored) about my lack of blogging activities. It’s not that I’m so busy that I can’t find absolutely no time to turn out some sort of dribble on here, in fact I have quite a lot of free time. I’ve just become extremely lazy.

My summer so far has been without incident. I’ve started work at Office Depot and work pretty much every night stocking and fixing up the store. It’s boring but I work by myself so I like it.

On my first week there I was learning how to check people out on the register and a couple gave me their money and as I was counting it a fly flew up my nose. Im not making this up. I started rubbing by nose and blowing and finally he popped out. Somehow I managed to do this without the couple knowing or drawing attention to myself.

At night the manager has to count the register and he picks whoever is standing closest to him to double check his counting and it turned out to be me. As I was counting I realized this was the first time I had ever held a thousand dollars in my hands and you know what? It wasn’t as much money as you think (partially because it was all in hundred dollar bills). Still, it’s quite a bit of money to my nineteen year old self.

I’ve recently subscribed to Netflix and I think the moment I did I kissed goodbye to what little social life I had for the rest of the summer. I spend so much time on Netflix reading reviews and looking at movies recommend to me it’s not even funny.

Every day for the past week Alex, Ben, my brother, and I have been driving to Ault elementary in Fairfield to play 2 on 2 basketball. Alex and I are one team and my brother and Ben are on the other. Alex and I have dubbed our team name as “Team BAWS” (pronounced BOSS) which stands for “Brian Alex Williamson Sanders” (our names combined in a weird order). While the enemy has dubbed their name (a rather lame one if I do say so myself) as “Team BS squared”, which stands for Ben Beadle Steven Sanders”….Iknowright?

We play 3 games and best two out of three wins the title of “CHAMPIONS FOR THE DAY”. Team BAWS has won one title while team BS squared has won one also. Although I am not considering their win as an actually win because I rolled my ankle (pain) in the second game which allowed them to score without challenge from me.

Nights spent staying up late, reading too much, working with people I’ll probably never see again, hot days, dry summer grass, and old memories.

The summer never ends.

quick

"How old are you? "
"A hundred. "
"You don't look it."

and I am once again with you

"What does everybody want from me? Leave me alone. I don’t want to go back. I’m tired of everything. I’m tired of my lawyer and my accountant and I can’t help anybody. I can’t help the cancer society and I can’t help the blind people and the kidney victims, I can’t help my sister and I don’t want to get married Isobel. It’s the last thing I need now is a family and a commitment. Isobel?"

Lake Girl

At both entrances to my neighborhood there are two big lakes. At the end of last summer I left for college and my trips home were mostly for holidays and the occasional weekend. This past semester as I pull into my neighborhood I drive past the lake I began to notice that there is a girl standing there listening to music. She stands on the corner by the bench and just stares at the lake and occasionally looks at the cars that pass. She’s probably in middle school or early high school, but come rain or shine; I can usually guarantee her to be out there when I drive by during the afternoons.

Now I am not the only person to notice this girl. My mom and my brother have also developed this weird fascination with this girl, coining her Lake Girl. Sometimes my brother will even declare when he gets home from school “Saw the girl by the lake on my way home” nonchalantly.

The other day I had fallen asleep watching T.V upstairs in my game room and I had left the doors open. So when my brother came home from school I woke up and just kind of laid there on the couch and I could hear my brother talking to my mom. All of a sudden I began to pay attention to what he was saying. Apparently when he drives by he always waves to the lake girl, and that day, she flagged him over. She asked if he had gotten a new truck and he said no. He asked her how she was doing and she said “good” and then a few cars were waiting behind him in the street so he had to leave.

I was shocked. My fascination with Lake Girl was suddenly renewed. I asked him questions about what their conversation entailed and “Why didn’t you ask her why she stands out by the lake all the time?!” he said he didn’t really think to and mostly because he didn’t have time.

I don’t know what it is but I like having something to daydream about. I like to have a routine, something that I can guarantee, no matter what, will always be there. Like the sound my fan makes at night or the way my mom’s car air conditioner smells when you first turn it on or how goldfish taste so much better after swimming. I don’t know what it is but Lake Girl has become one of those routines to me; I can count on her to be standing by the lake when I drive by. Maybe I should wave to her instead of watching her out of the corner of my eye when I drive by. Perhaps shed wave back.

alison

rainy day spent watching the french open with a nap somewhere in between.

best commercial ive seen in a long time btw.

a tuesday night

blueberry pie+ butterfinger hot chocolate + sleepless in seattle + going to bed early= the best night i've had in a long while.

pierrot le fou

graduation

Well it’s the first weekend of summer and I am back in Baton Rouge. Last night my cousin graduated high school and my dad and I spent good six or so hours of Friday driving/stuck in traffic.. The graduation was alright, about as fun as any graduation can be and I spent the better part of it recording it in the stands.

Afterwards my aunt had a graduation party planned for my cousin Stewart. I rode home with him in his new truck. He was proud to have a sun roof and we rode with it open the whole way back. I didn’t complain because living out in the country like they do the stars are much more visible. We were the first ones back to the house and Stewart did not want to have this party. His mom had a chocolate milk toast planned (his favorite drink) and other surprises. Perhaps the thing that aggravated him the most was a photo hanging by the food table. He yelled, “Brian look at it. Isnt it the gayest thing you’ve ever seen?! Brian, please, take it down. They won’t notice. Just take it down.” All the while I could not stop laughing. I took a picture so I wouldn’t forget it.



Whenever there is a food that I love that I don’t eat very often I tend to have the problem of overeating. Last night was no exception as I was presented with a plate of chocolate covered strawberries. I preceded to eat somewhere around 15 of them and promptly felt like throwing up everywhere. I spent the rest of the night sitting down and occasionally moaning.



On a side note I cut myself shaving last night right on the corner of my mouth and it hurts so bad. I cant yawn or drink orange juice indefinitely.

all time

1. this must be the place (naive melody) by talking heads
2. temptation- new order
3. ceremony- new order
4. just like heaven- the cure

those are the only 4 i can say for 100% for sure.

my life in an eighties sitcom (continued)

I live in a moderately sized house located on a picturesque street in the suburbs. Oak trees line the streets and we only have one set of neighbors (so as not to confuse the audience). The summers seem to only last a few episodes and the winters even less (we save those for the Christmas Eve show). Inside the stairs are always the same as every other sitcom along with the kitchen and living room.

My mom works and so does my Dad. We are upper middle class, yet everyone can identify with our life style. My Dad is really relaxed yet stern, while my mom is uptight yet loving. A few seasons in one of my parents will get laid off from their job and become a stay at home mom or dad, probably causing some sort of conflict with my younger sister. Did I mention her? Well she’s only a year or two younger than me and, man, do we not get along at all. She’s the most popular girl in her grade. A bit stuck up but every now and then there will be a heartwarming episode where we somehow become closer through some sort of conflict, somehow allowing our real personalities to shine. Who could have guessed she wouldn’t rat me out when I skipped school that one time?

Of course I have a younger brother and maybe an older one that’s off at college that we only see once or twice a season. My younger one is named some simple name like Billy or Timmy; always ending in a “y”. I’m closer with him than I am with my sister. Every now and then I’ll be seen teaching him how to play a sport, teaching him some trick that only older brothers know. He’d say something funny, probably beginning with the phrase “Well gee whiz…” then I’d smile and brush his hair with a wink.

What about me? I’d probably wear some sort of brown faded leather jacket. I’d come across as the semi popular, rebellious kid, but the audience knows that I’m secretly not. I’ll have a loveable best friend who’s pretty dumb and would act as the comic relief guaranteed to say something stupid in a bad situation.

In class I’d sit in the back, always slouching and a smirk across my face. My teachers all pretend to not like me but they all secretly love me. One episode I’ll fall asleep awkwardly on my book when I should have been studying for a huge test the next morning. I’d wake up and figure out my only option is to cheat. I stupidly write all of the answers on my arm and get caught in class. I’d get sent to the principal’s office and get a punishment no wear near as harsh at it should be. That’s not the point though; the audience learns a lesson about cheating, while being entertained at the same time.

A new situation is waiting in every episode; a new adventure that is never really that plausible. Everyone will be able to identify with at least one character so much so that they secretly think to themselves that if they were in this fictional universe that they would be that character.

The audience laughs loudly at funny situations and “aw’s” at the sentimental and no matter what everything turns out alright in the end.

*cue laugh track*

While the credits run the name of the show appears as the cast of characters take a picture and the screen freezes. Our theme song dwindles to a fade out ending.

FILMED IN FRONT OF A LIVE STUDIO AUDIENCE.

return to before

rainy day today, looks like most of the week too (hopefully). spending it in the library looking up pictures of birds for my wildlife ecology project. going back to the dorm sometime and going to make some butter finger hot coco, open the blinds, and watch tv.

i love rainy days spent in a quiet library.

odile

ive been watching some french new wave stuff/ being too lazy to post on my blogs.

isobel

i havent untied my shoes since you called it quits.