busy as a bee…but we aren’t even halfway through the hive…

Have you ever worked

and worked

and worked

and worked

and worked

and worked

and worked

and worked

and worked
and…

(well you get it)

then you take some time to reflect on ALL that work you did and suddenly you realize that you’ve only begun to scrape away dirt from the mountain you have to tunnel through?

well…i have.

we have.

we are doing that right now. we’re up to our eyeballs in books and articles; i would not be surprised to see tomorrow’s headline read “WONDERFUL COUPLE HORRIBIBLY MUTILATED BY MASS INFLICTION OF DEEP PAPERCUTS”

granted that whoever wrote that will probably lose their job because the title is so long there will be no room for the picture, but you get the idea.

i’ve decided i’m going to order Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone in French. i’ll read it out loud, that way i can practice my pronunciation as well as gain a better grasp on the language.

time to get back to the masses of paper.

wish us luck…

i feel dumb

ever say something in class that YOU felt was really relevant and everyone just stares at you like “Why is she still talking?”

just had that experience.

luckily i have a wonderful husband who understands my comments and sees their relevance. i’m not crazy! :)

DAMN DAMN DAMN!

i cannot find ONE online french 201 class without fully enrolling (as in taking a whole new bachelor's worth of classes) in an online school. the only french online classes Byu provo offers are PSYCHO hard. We're talking my Renaissance class all over but IN FRENCH! I can barely understand half of it and IT IS IN ENGLISH!

To top it off Jake didn't do so hot in his Korean test so it looks like we might be stuck here a lot longer than either of us planned. I love reading and learning, but I'm so tired of jumping through impossible hoops. i thought High school was all about jumping through hoops and college would be learning for the sake of learning. Nope. Now the hoops are on fire and there's a vat of boiling lava underneath it in case you don't jump far enough.

i don't know what to do. i need magic to *poof* me some solutions.

help...

happy happy halloween

Here's a video of a bunch of pictures. We had a fun little party in our closet we call a home and we loved every second of it. we watched "Arsenic and Old Lace" and "Practical Magic" :) we had swamp juice, kidneys stones of trolls (the round ones are from mountain trolls, the flat ones are from cave trolls...or maybe it was the other way around...) we had dried swamp worms, baby dragon scales and plenty eye of newt to go around :)
needless to say we had lots of fun oh and i still want to be a witch *poof* back to the real world where we have homework to do and papers to write. halloween we'll visit you as often as we can. Here we come Thanksgiving!! =)

still feeling restless

there’s something i should be doing…

no i don’t mean homework

there’s a story inside me, a tale to be told and i can’t put my finger on it. there’s a bit of my military brat that’s saying “it’s time to move on to bigger and better things.”

Seniorites!? i hope not. i still have wayy too much school to deal with that plague. bring on the rats and locusts; all i need is a cat and some pesticide.

maybe all the talk of halloween. i’m eager to get into the full spirit of things.

i miss pretending. i miss mixing potions with my mom’s cookware in our back yard. i miss smelling the flowers mix with the bugs and dirt and create the most noxious and disgusting smells (yeah, i’m a weirdo. i admit it)

ok, enough me me me. this is Danica And Jake’s many adventures, not Danica’s daily crises. hmmm.

jake and i are having a halloween shindig on saturday. we’ll be eating spiders and mud, and downing it with a chilled glass of swamp juice. I’m so stoked!

jakey is going to be WOlverine. we got him some tight white shirts (dress-code at BYUH won’t let him wear a wife-beater like logan actually does…then again would i really want him wearing one, i’m the wife!!) ;) my mom even picked up some dog-tags on post for him. i found some genuine plastic wolverine claws, so he’s all set.

i’m going as (surprise surprise) a witch! ok i’ve actually got 2 costumes. i’ll be attending the English circle halloween party as charlie brown dressed up as a ghost. basically i’ll be wearing a sheet with a lot of holes cut out and carrying around a bag of rocks. for our party i’ll be a witch. i’ve got a fantastic costume. like i said, i’m pretty stoked. =) ok. last post for the day. i promise

Witch! Witch! She’s a Witch!

me, me! pick me!! :) I finished watching Practical Magic and…

I want Magic

 

How is it that I have this feeling that somehow me and magic are supposed to be together. There’s probably a million other people that think that…..but I’ve felt like this since i was a little kid. i saw Matilda and i was like ‘hey, that’s supposed to be me! what’s the deal?’

maybe i have issues…i dunno, do i have readers? readers, are you out there? if you are, please tell me, AM I NUTS?

is it possible to feel like there’s something bigger, like we’re capable of so much more than we give ourselves credit for?

Am I denying God? no way! I’m not talking black magic, let’s-summon-the-devil magic, I’m talking honest good magic. like charmed, practical magic, hogwarts magic. fun magic. magic that keeps my spoon stirring after i move my hand, magic that allows me to stay where i am and still get that book from across the room. that’s what i’m talking about. that’s what i feel like i’m missing…

hmmm. i need a good book.

something with witches… =)

A second to breath

between midterms, french tests, papers and work, writing has had to come to a screeching halt (papers don't count). it's amazing how good it feels to just sit and write. i feel my characters slipping away from me, i feel the man who recites his story to me will soon find someone else to listen-someone who will write down what he says. i need to dedicate "writing-time" where i put away work, school and anything else that I'm working on or that needs working on and just emerge myself in writing. i miss writing.

restrictions hurt. it's like being so hungry you feel sick, and you just need to eat, Need to or, you don't want to think about or. this is what i feel. this unease is what makes my knees bounce in class, what drums my fingers, what watches the clock. i need a second to breath and a millennium to write.