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Dear Miranda: Nature shots trump selfies

In response to http://dearkyra.wordpress.com/2013/08/19/stuff-you-didnt-know-you-wanted-to-know-about-chocolate/

Dear Miranda,

It wasn’t really my cookies that did you in. It was grandma’s chocolate lasagna that did you in. Of course grandma’s desserts were just one lovely part of a lovely weekend up at the cabin. You remember that trip, right? We learned how bad we are at taking selfies. You know. Like these:

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And, uh, I’m not even sure what this is. My knee, maybe?

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However it was quite the weekend for nature shots. Like this squirrel that practically let me pet it:

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And of course there was the time that I was trying to take a picture of some birds and then a wolf came out of nowhere and nabbed one of the birds. And I got this gem:

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Basically, I am WAY better at the whole nature photography thing than the selfie thing.

Love,

Kyra

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People Withdrawals and a Quarterlife Crisis

“Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.”  J.D. Salinger, Catcher in the Rye

This is actually take two at this blog post. I wrote it once and decided it was too angsty and/or personal. Honestly, I probably would have scratched the post all together, but I thought the title was kind of catchy.

Don’t worry. I’m not angsty because anything traumatic is going on in my life. It’s more like I’m ansgty because not much is going on at all it feels like. Essentially, I haven’t known what to do with myself since I got back from Europe. I miss being there, and more importantly, I miss the people I was there with.

I’m not really sure what more to say about that without going into the personal stuff that made me get rid of my first draft. But to give the short version, I’ve spent a lot of time the past couple years readjusting as friends have moved in and out of my life. I guess that’s just part of college life; people are there one minute and gone the next because everyone is in a state of flux. To some extent, I guess I’d even just accepted that that’s how things were.

It wasn’t until Europe that I realized just how badly I miss some of those people. It wasn’t until I got close, REALLY close, to my flatmates and the two boys on our study abroad that it all kind of hit me. I miss people. A lot. And not just a couple people, either.

It’s hard to explain how close my fellow students and I got. In six short weeks we managed to emotionally expose ourselves to each other in a way that I don’t think any of us expected. And to be honest, it was something of a miracle. At least, that’s the only way I can think to describe it. And I have not missed anybody as badly as I’ve missed them (when we’ve only even been apart a little over a week) in ages. That’s impressive for me, because like I said, I miss a lot of people quite a bit.

I guess it’s probably time to bring all this rambling to a point. You can’t stop people from leaving your life. Believe me, I’m that clingy, sentimental person who tries. Sometimes the people you care about just go separate ways. Sometimes you find yourself at sixes and sevens with people you used to understand perfectly. Sometimes people out and out break your heart. Sometimes people slowly fade out of your life. Sometimes you don’t even know what happened, but you just wake up and they’re gone.

It’s going to happen. Maybe a lot. You can’t stop it, and (trite as it may be) all you can do is live in the moment. Appreciate people while you have them. Do something everyday that let’s somebody else know you love them. Compliment them. Hug them. Listen to them. Best yet—just tell them you love them.

I’ve been trying to be good at that. And I hope people know every compliment is sincere; it’s not just something I do. I’m sorry if it’s weird or if you get flustered (you know who you are). I can’t help it. I’m just grateful you’re around. I hope you stay around. But if not, I love you anyway.

And I always will.

When I get angsty I tend to listen to kinda cheesy music and get really into it. This has been on my playlist this week. One of my favorite goofballs apparently had a dream that on our last night in Europe we listened to this song while standing in a circle with our arms around each other and swaying back and forth. So of course we had to do it. It was one of our most ridiculous moments. And one of my favorites.

How Burnt Toast Almost Ruined an Otherwise Perfectly Lovely Morning

Once upon a time in Edinburgh somebody burned their toast. That wouldn’t seem like a very exciting story, except that it had some interesting implications.

It’s a pretty well known fact that I don’t wake up well under the best of circumstances. I’m always disoriented and usually somewhat blind for the first half hour or so. But this morning was a new step even for me.

To begin with, I wasn’t in my normal bed. I was in Edinburgh. And I had pushed two beds together to share with three other girls. And we were up into the wee hours of the night having pillow talk and freaking out over ghost tales. But that was all fine because we were going to be able to sleep in.

And then some dingo brain burned their toast. Which set off the fire alarm. Which woke us all up.

That’s a lie. I was only kinda woken up by the alarm. I was woken up for real by my roommate who had just gotten out of the shower running through the hall screaming, “I’m naked!” Basically it was that nightmare where the fire alarm goes off and you’re in the shower and you have to run outside all exposed.

The girl next to me in bed (not to be confused with the one practically on top of me) happened to be having a birthday today. In my just-woken-up delirium I assumed the alarm was going off because we burnt the cake batter pancakes we were making her. So of course the first words out of my mouth in the midst of panic were, “Happy birthday, Nicole!” Which I yelled quite loudly so as to be heard over the alarm.

The mornings in Edinburgh tend to be sort of brisk. Especially if you are wet and semi naked. Or if you are still in your duck pajamas. Or if you didn’t have time to grab your shoes. I played human blanket for the birthday girl. And then the fire brigade came.

We had intended to go back to sleep for a bit. Naturally in the course of our escape we managed to set off a security alarm.

Yay mornings!

Bonnie and her bowl of cereal. Priorities.

Bonnie and her bowl of cereal. Priorities.