Word Play: July 2006

Monday, July 31, 2006

Late trucks, and the Non-Party Kid


After weeks upon weeks of this laptop denyin me access to my dear blog, a miracle has occurred... and here I am!

These past few weeks have been busy to say the least. I trekked five days across country and it is a miracle how much it hurts just to sit and drive a car. My shoulders were KILLING me. Not just the slight shoulder pain that you can shrug off (get it? shrug? okay... not funny, i know) but more of a ten-thousand-knives-are-lodged-in-my-back kind of pain. When we finally got to Raleigh, ALL of the hotel rooms were full (okay, there was a room at the Motel 8... but i said HOTELS and I would rather stay in my room rather than be infested by bed bugs in a seedy motel). We tried to call our family members but no one would answer. I think they were screening our calls because no one wants surprise overnight guests even if they're family. Finally there was a cancellation at the Radisson and i got a good night's sleep.

Unpacking may be the only thing worse than packing. I hate it. I still have boxes lying around my room. And to make things worse, our stuff didnt fit on one truck! The other truck is supposed to arrive today (almost two weeks after the first one) and... it happens to have the majority of my clothing on board. I've been rewearing clothes for the past two weeks, and the little fashionista part of brain is screaming in reworn clothing pain.

I've met people in Raleigh via the internet. No, none of them are pedophiles, i found their names on myspace. Yes, that is probably the dorkiest way to meet people, but it worked quite well.

The problem is... these are probably not the kids I want to be hanging out with. I've been spending my nights bouncing from party to party. Since I don't smoke, I don't do drugs, and I'm more of a mixed drinks kind of girl (man, i'm high maitenance!) the parties pretty much suck. Everyone sits around getting high. At the high school parties, everyone already knows each other so I feel really left out. College parties are a bit more fun. But I'm not a partier. I've done this for a week and I'm already bored out of my mind. I need to find new friends. Ones that have more in their brains than what to wear that evening and what guy to make out with.

I thought I would have liked to be popular... but it isn't nearly as fun as I expected.

gah... i've got to go, this damned lap top is running out of batteries.

but I must say, it is great to be back.

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Anxiety and Bad Goodbyes.

Yesterday I attempted to post a blog but I was rejected. I guess that Blogger.com, whom I felt was my dear friend, decided to give me the silent treatment and shut me out. I was hurt. Luckily today Blogger seems to be back in his usual mood and has deemed me eligible to enter the realms of blogdom once more.

The moving truck rolls in at the bright and early hour of 7 AM tomorrow morning and by that time, we need to be all packed up. There is just so much to do. It isn't that I've procrastinated, I just underestimated the amount of time needed to pack up the numerous knick-knacks and odds and ends. I'm overwhelmed and I dread what lies ahead of me today, which might be why I woke up so early. It is only 5:35 AM, an ungodly hour when even the sun is sleeping. Why am I awake?
This happened to me the other morning as well.

Within the last two days, I have added 1,536 songs to my IPOD. This is very important because I will be spending five days driving my mother's car across the nation and it helps to have a bit of music. It will be my one source of entertainment in a drive that can only be described as a living hell.

I've realized that I'm terrible at saying goodbye. This week has been a nonstop parade of goodbyes and none of them seem final. Other people will cry, and I'll just hug them and laugh and say "I'll be coming to visit" and things of that sort. We promise to write eachother, but I highly doubt that many of my friends are capable of writing a sincere letter. The majority of my friends are there merely for the fun times, but once you need someone to rely on... well, don't count on it. They also go by the mantra "Out of sight, out of mind." Seeing as I'll be 3000 miles away, I figure I'd fit into the out of mind category.

Although I hate to even mention it, this might be my last post for a while. my computer is being packed up today and I'm not sure I'm going to be able to find a computer on my cross-country expedition.

Perhaps I can borrow my dad's laptop before mom and I drive out on Saturday.
There is so much going on in my life. My blogs tend to be more interesting when everything is going at a slower pace.

Question of the day:
What was your biggest move and were you happy with your choice or did you end up regretting it?

I'm going to attempt to go back to sleep so I don't transform into the devil when it is time to pack.


Monday, July 10, 2006

Going-Away Parties

My going-away party was a success! You have no idea how much that relieved me. The days leading up to the party, I was antisocial and didn't hang out with anyone. I had this intense fear that because of my introverted ways, no one would come to the party. I always feel that if I'm not AT every event, being outgoing and active, then no one will remember me and I'll fall away into obscurity.

Luckily, my fears were not confirmed. About 25-35 people attended the party and we had a nice time. We swam, made human knots (just like elementary school haha), watched Jaws on a projector while we swam... it was enjoyable!

My friend Susan offered to bake a cake, and I took up her offer because I didn't even want to worry about dessert. She never baked one. That was the one disappointment of the evening.

It still doesn't feel like I've said goodbye. I'm down to six days in Idaho and I just want to be in Raleigh already. I'm in this time of limbo and unrest. Most of my belongings are already packed away and I hate living out of a suitcase. Its time to go.

Last night I attended a neighborhood going away party for my family. It would have sucked other than the fact that my next-door neighbor slipped me five margaritas.... so actually, I was doing quite nicely.

Baby bird sort of flew away yesterday. He hopped out of his nest and when I put him back up there, he hopped out again. He could fly about 10 feet at a time and.... I had to just let my baby go. There was nothing more I could do. I have this terrible feeling that a magpie or crow is going to eat him. Poor baby.

Question of the day:
Have you ever thrown a party? Was it a success? (if you thrown multiple parties, share some stories.. don't be shy!)


Friday, July 07, 2006

I am now a mother bird.

I have a new goal for my final eight days in Idaho.

Mission: Save motherless baby bird.

So two days ago, I was packing boxes when I heard a dull thud near my window. I looked outside and there was a bird, on her back, struggling for breath. I went outside and kneeled beside it, but it wouldn't move. Within ten minutes it was dead and there was nothing I could do but pick it up (with gloves of course, I don't plan on contracting bird flu any time soon) and giving her the proper bird burial.... via trash can.

With the mama bird deceased, its one remaining baby (the other two got eaten by...something) sat in its nest, hungry and squealing. Every time I went outside, all i could hear was its pitiful call for help, or more accurately, a call for food. Yesterday evening I gave in. I couldn't let that poor baby starve to death. Against the advice of the majority of websites I checked, I decided to feed the chicklet.

Well, I don't have any worms on hand and the idea of regurgitating insects to the bird didn't sound too appetizing, so I used what I had. Armed with bits of smashed banana and a pair of tweezers, I climbed a ladder to the nest and fed the chick some banana. He was so hungry, I don't think he cared much what he ate.

This morning I fed him again. I doubt bananas are quite good for birds, but he survived the night and thats positive, right? He almost looks ready to fly and I believe within a week, his feathers will be grown out enough to allow him to do so. I don't know if he will though, without a mother bird to push him out of the nest.

So, I guess I've taken on the role of mother bird.
I really hope this baby of mine doesn't die.

Question of the Day:
Have you ever interfered with nature in order to help?


Wednesday, July 05, 2006


My life revolves around packing... and I hate it.

I started packing immediately when I woke up this morning, around 9:45 and I finished packing exactly 17 minutes ago at 1.

Every day my house looks more and more empty. The problem with packing up in a larger home is that there is more packing to be done. Unfortunate but necessary.

Its funny. I'm down to ten days left in Idaho and I have no desire to do anything with my friends. I'm to the point where I just want to be out of here and done with this. I hate to say it, but I don't think I'm going to miss my friends all that much. I guess it just goes to show that we weren't too close in the first place.

Tonight I think I'm going to the midnight premiere of Pirates of the Caribbean. I'm going to force myself to go simply because I already bought the ticket. I'll have fun once I get there, I just have to make myself get out of the house.

I don't think I'm reclusive but I get in moods for long periods of time where I just don't want to use the ENERGY necessary to use when I'm with my friends.

Question of the Day:
Do you consider yourself an introvert or an extrovert?

usually I'm outgoing and extroverted... right now I just feel like staying to myself.


Monday, July 03, 2006

Mom-Rock and Invites

I have to be reading something when I eat. I don't really care WHAT it is... as long as I'm reading.

So last night, I was eating a bowl of cereal and I grabbed the closest magazine, GQ. As I'm sitting there reading the Gentleman's Quarterly, I came across an interesting article. The article was titled Mom-Rock.

Mothers of past generations stuck to listening to the music that they listened to as teens. Modern day moms, on the other hand, are listening to modern day music.

The top "mom-rock" artists? James Blunt, Teddy Geiger, Daniel Powter, and John Mayer.
My mother has all of these CDs.

Now is it strange that my mother and I enjoy the same type of music? My mom always thought she was strange. She felt slightly like a pedophile while purchasing 17-year-old Teddy Geiger's CD. But no. She is perfectly normal. In fact, she is the all-American mom just for listening to this music.

I just found it odd.

On other subjects, here is a picture of an invite to my Going-Away Party:

I spent two hours delivering these yesterday before realizing that we didn't even put a date for the party on them. Needless to say, we felt pretty stupid.

IF we can get in touch with everyone to tell them when the party is, I think it will be a pretty nice one.

We are having a huge picnic at a nearby park and then coming back to my house to go swimming and watch JAWS on the projector screen. Hopefully it goes well.

After a couple nights of good sleep, i'm getting out of my little depression. Thanks for the kind comments though!

Question of the Day:
What is the stupidest thing you've ever done? wow... thats a broad one. Go at it, kids.


Saturday, July 01, 2006

why am i so depressed?

I'm thoroughly depressed this evening
and I can't figure out why.

I'm on the verge of tears.

I'm going to go to sleep. Maybe that will help.
Please, let this help.

About me

  • I'm Whitney Davis
  • From Eagle, Idaho, United States
  • I try to see the best in each situation and I believe that happiness is often a choice. I don't like being home and would rather be spending my time with my friends... people I try to choose wisely. I've made many mistakes, but I've learned from each of them, so in retrospect I'm glad I experienced them. Life is a collection of events that has helped me grow as an individual.
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