First day!

Wow! Finally! My own blog! I have been wanting one of these for so long, and here I finally did it!  I love productive movements like this--big, positive steps in my life, feels... momentous.  Is that a word?  In any case, I keep remembering my creative writing teacher's echoing voice, "follow the dog, don't think, just write"  so here goes.

    Well I woke up today just like any other day, wondering where the hell my night just went.  I found my best friend, Natoma, next to me and quickly rushed through collage-making and breakfast because, as usual, I over-planned the day and had to hustle to get from one mission to the next.  Once Mother's famous coconut banana raisin oatmeal creation was devoured and the coffee drunk black, I was ready.
      Natoma quickly left the scene as my parents and I donned our hiking gear and set out for my favorite of luscious, green paradises to be found in our own backyard.  My mom repeatedly comments on how lucky we are to live in such a beautiful place, and how it makes travelling quite difficult because wherever we go has such a high bar to  trump.
     This particularly beautiful, windy trail led us through curtains of green in every shape and form.  Dark green ferns danced across arched cliff bellies,  light-teal-green Spanish moss hung like a lace wedding veil on gray, scraggly branches, and furry, bright-green, tufts covered thick, twisted tree stumps and their wandering arms.  Each plant has such a vivid personality, and all together the park emits such an inspiring enigma.  If only I still lived in beautiful Palo Alto/Los Altos Hills/Portola Valley and could come visit these incredible trails on a daily basis...
     We didn't manage to climb all the way up to Skyline, because already my next appointment was lingering too closely.  We practically ran down, my mom with her poor ski injury (she was run over by another mad skiier on her way down a meager green run! assholes), my dad pulled along by my overly hyper goldendoodle dog, and me, doing everything I can to recapture my glorious cross-country days.  Still, after my "quick" shower and "quick" getting ready, choosing an outfit, and organizing my gear, I didn't exactly make it on time to my third day of visiting my old high school, but since I am not an actual student anymore, the only person a tad upset was Ron Ron.
      It was a hilarious trip, filled with nostalgia and good memories, up until our old math teacher commented on my being there for the third day in a row... and noticing that perhaps I did not have a life.  So Ron Ron and I quickly skiddadled away, hopelessly blushing, and indeed agreeing that we needed to begin setting out for a real life.  Although... it is ok to miss your high school teachers every once in a while... is it not?
     Back at Ron's we had some time to kill while the laundry was spinning into oblivion.  So, we decided to be bold and watch some weird, independent films from Comcast On Demand.  Definitely an adventure, not for the weak of heart.  We first chose a quirky, 17-minute piece called Aquarium.  The first scene shows this troubled-looking kid pushing his gorgeous golden retriever off an abandoned pier into the depths of some lake.  Quite a depressing start.  The movie gets weirder as it progresses and this teen, obsessed with cool underwater creatures, mainly fish, decides to go to some Aquarium society meeting.  He happens to meet his neighbor there, who happens to be a cute girl his age, who happens to have a father famous in the fish collector's industry... they hit it off to the best of pick-up lines, "So, I drowned my dog." "Yes, I know."  Classy.
       Then we watched Hard Candy.  Weird, intense, rather an uncomfortable watch, but suspenseful as hell.  (I usually don't say "as hell" but for some reason I feel like writing them.  It sort've adds a Holden Caulfield feel to this entry.)
       We also took pictures of a Stop Sign which we dressed as a flower and watered with a teapot.  Yes. We do have lives.  Thanks for your concern.