Friday, December 28, 2012

The Countdown




What do I want to do for New Years? Something poetic. Something lonely and depressing (most poetic things are). I’ll climb an abandoned building, all the way to the top. Stand there on the ladder rungs in my party dress, I’ll try and feel that new year rush. Up top I will sit on the edge, on a crate or maybe an old sofa. Hugging my arms around me I will count. Saying goodbye to the year that came too fast, and left without even a note. I want this moment to last awhile. Because nothing’s ever long and slow anymore. 

So I’m not taking you. 

Or anyone. 

It’ll just be me and my troubles holding shut the door against my 17th year. And when the countdown finally stops (which will be quite quick despite my shoving, New Year already has his foot in the door) I’ll cry silently behind closed eyelids. The bombs around me will blow, the noise defining as if time itself was being torn apart ( if I was only so lucky). And I will keep trying to count backwards. But we both know it won’t help. The clocks have already been rewound, 364 days 23 hours 58 minutes and 20 seconds to go. And somehow. I’m not quite sure how, but there in that moment with my eyes held tight, all the color bursting around me, I’ll learn a lesson. I’ll learn how to face another year. 

So I’m not taking you.
I’m not taking anyone.







174. I'm not taking you






                                                                               175. Or anyone


176. Happy New Years!









Monday, November 12, 2012

Climbing Ruins on a 22 Hour Road Trip

HEY woah. Dude. I have a blog.
heck almost forgot.
(I haven't forgot I have been living every hour of every day in deep deep regret and shame *___________*)
It's funny that I would even attempt at a blog.
I mean it is truly the same as a journal really.
And what do you do with a journal?
You come back a year later, and tear out all the pages.
So don't be surprised if all these posts suddenly disappear from this blogosphere.
But for now I am not yet entirely embarrassed by my meanderings. SO.
I will continue to bore you with my thoughts.
Thoughts right now? I should catch up on my Photo Challenge, I will get it done this year!
So, enjoy some pictures of Kiev while listening to Tegan and Sara.

THE THOUGHT THAT I AM BLOGGING AGAIN IS SO ENERGIZING. MWAHAHAHA.

ok.
Spakooha.   (<<<means calm it down bub in russian )
Madi.

Kiev:

The road trip was a total of 22 hours.  Ah yes. How exciting. 5 Hayes kids, one father, and one Yarik. The combinations amounting to a classic sing along car ride. We rocked out to Soul Sister and American Pie a good 15 hours of this trip.
wait who is Yarik?
Right.
Yarik is a russian man who wears beanies plays the bongos says very enthusiastic yes's and has kidnapped our dear Jenny Palmer. Aga. Yarik is Jenny's boyfriend, he came along with us to kiev to great his dear Jenny at the airport with a bouquet of roses. Yes he is that sweet.
Jenny, my Mom and Tulu were all at a women's conference so that is the main reason we all drove up to get them.
SO. On the way to Kiev we stopped at some pretty neat places, such as these monuments. All 7 of us had loads of fun running around the monuments, racing down the stairs, climbing tanks and harassing stone statues, poor things. We had a lot of bottled energy, I guess.
Well without further ado, enjoy.
OR ELSE. =___________=








166. Suspended in Midair 




167. Clinically White



168. Bizarre



169. JellyLegs


170. I-Hate-Titling-These-Photos-So-Cheesy

171. StoneMen




172. Hillside







173. BronzeMen






Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Musically Fantastic & an Instagramming look at my week...


10 (hopefully new and fascinating)  songs for your week.
(they're all on the playlist as well, bottom of your screen I believe)





1.
                Mama Your Boys Will Find A Home by Scissors for Lefty

FALL IS OFFICIALLY HERE!!! WOOHOO! Tuesday, going to see Kostya in the hospital with Yasea and Cady)


2.
Feeling Good by Muse
Well Kostya isn't really feeling good... he was hit by a car last week. While riding his Moped. He broke two bones in his left leg. There is now a titanium pole stuck in the larger bone. Which he says jokingly won't ever let him past any security check at the airport, sadly it being Russia, they'd probably cut his leg open right there at the airport to make sure it was just a pole in his leg and not some hidden terrorist bomb.  Right now he's looking at another week in the hospital. Pray for him. 
That's an order soldier. 



3.
Supergirl by Minor Majority
Making patterned tongues for my converse )) it feels oddly life fulfilling to own a pair of converse.... 

4.
Walking with a Ghost by Tegan and Sara
Finally getting things organized around here....  I know, I can't believe it either. 


5.
Use Somebody by Kings of Leon
Someone was doodling during the church service *cough* Pasha *cough*hig



6.
Sweet Disposition by The Temper Trap
We had our first Youth Group! It was pretty fantastic! Well I mean, we didn't get that many kids, but everyone who came LOVED it! So it was worth it) And hey, it all goes uphill from here right?


7.
Love Lust by King Charles
Been going to see Gulia a lot lately ) Sveta and Alla have been going to see her as well! She's getting more talkative every time! And she made us necklaces) She is so sweet, I wish I had more time I could spend with her :/ And more people to come and visit her. 


8.
Skinny Love by Bon Iver
Painted my face recently, that was....fun.


9.
Youth by Daughter
Alla asked me to bleach her hair, all ombre style...yeah I just bleached someones hair O.O  in other words, could have possibly damaged someones hair permanently. Yikes. 




10.
White Blank Page by Mumford and Sons

My wall. in my room. yeah.


Sweet Disposition by The Temper Trap
Love Lust by King Charles
Youth by Daughter
White Blank Page by Mumford and Sons
Skinny Love by Bon Iver
Walking with a Ghost by Tegan and Sara 
Mama Your Boys Will Find A Home by Scissors for Lefty 
Use Somebody by Kings of Leon 
Feeling Good by Muse 
Supergirl by Minor Majority 



Monday, September 24, 2012

Shoot guys, I think I shot a bunch of people, check it.



Well hey ya! How goes it?

I bought you a present! 
just kidding I stole it.
K kidding again, I got it for free.
yes I won the lottery. 
ah da, that rhymes.
Ok I wrote it.
And I shot it.
Shot it with a camera.
So look at my photos, 
now back at me
now down at your keyboard,
now back at me
Ok this isn't really going anywhere 
I have only seen that Old Spice commercial once.
so commence with your reading please,
go on,
good,
dear,
citizen of whatever city or Arabian tundra you live in. 






160. Whip your hair back and forth



So yeah Baby, I can be hipster, I can be won over by a soon to fade trend. Pulled in by peer pressure, that's right, check it. See mah cool, er, fuzzy Hipstata photos. Btw, that's my friend Sveta featured above she is one rockin girl and she can come up with the coolest crafts on the spot.



                              The fuzzy Fuzzy black Sea, wonderful place really.









                              Not to like 'toot my own horn' or anything, but these watch pictures are pretty darn awesome. yeah man.

                                                   162. A Watch


                        Oh, so that's the ManChild, widely known as Andrey (though he goes by many other names) he's alright, meh, no he's really annoying but I can't say much else case he is reading this and decides to get off his lazy rear and come beat me up. Thank goodness we live in two different cities.



164. Smiles.



So like some friends came and visited while we were helping at camp, say hello to Nastia and Shell. Yes she does look like Keira Knightley, you are very observant. 




                                                                         159. photographer's find

          Yeah, check out that face. Pretty neat looking right? Like quite the photographer's find, I am lucky I have such odd fantastic looking friends. Oh that's Kostya ^^^ 


             That's Vitya aka Mozart (yes he plays piano, you are a genius Watson) featured below, he's cool too. 



163. The Beach


                                              I'm telling ya, this kid has got one of the most oddly hipster photogenic bald faced head I have ever seen.

                                                      161. Stare

                          So funny story, k not so much funny as sad.

     While at the beach, we took about a million pictures of our bald friend here, to later put into a quick moving GIF and place on a slideshow of that day, so yeah. Some dumb girl didn't put it together herself (never let er someone else do er your job). So when it came up, her poor bald friend was totally embarrassed, and everyone in the room was rendered awkward as we waited for the longest minute of our lives slip by. 11 pictures of poor Baldy here ticking away slowly across the screen. And of course the faces he was making are not normally smiled upon in society. 





I cut it down to a mere 5 for y'all , yer welcome dearies )

                                                 165. Smile?


Meet Gulia, it was so great having her at camp, (she was one of the kids from Krymsk) , she was only able to be with us at camp for 2 days because the camp doctor said he couldn't take care of her, not enough equipment, supposed contagious infection. She uses crutches because her foot is broken, infected by something. Her home was hit by the flood , she had nothing to go back to and the doctor insisted he couldnt do anything :( not one of the best situations. Please pray for her and her family. 



This was her first time being at the Sea )) When I went to take her down to the sea it was a good 15 minutes after the whole group had left. A good long walk to the sea sayyy.... 1/3 of a mile? Maybe more...I really have no idea, if you speed walk it it'll take like 8/10 minutes. So we were not going to catch up, her on her crutches. We tried, didn't make it too far. So what did we do, go home? Pppfff, nooooo. Of course my dumby brain said, 'hey lets hitchhike it!' So I asked her to stay on the sidewalk while I ran up to a parked Van/bus thingy (<yeah I am such a girl)  and explained my situation to the driver. And then remembered I had no money to offer, so I really played up the whole broken foot never been to the sea before thing. He gladly offered to drive us. So yay! We made it to the beach! The whole time I kept imagining how this guy could really be a serial killer and I had just offered poor Gulia up as sacrifice. But naw it was all good. By the shocked faces, I am not sure everyone at the beach was in agreement with my plan. Bring the wounded girl to the beach?!? Pppfff, crazyamericangirl. 
But the look on her face made it all worth it :)))) She loved it. And we collected plenty of neat glass pieces and rocks. She doesn't speak much Russian (she just moved to Russia a few years back) so for the most part we used hand motions and smiles to communicate. I'd really love to take her here again.

Oh and Doctor, who is making me mad at the moment (this may be misplaced/unnecessary anger) If the problem with her foot is THAT contagious, how does none of her family, and heck, how did I not get it? My towel being the thing that wrapped her foot up to keep it dry. Isn't that the kind of closeness that causes the disease to transfer? And if that close doesn't count, who is going to get closer? Why'd we have to send her away :/ 
And if you don't have the right equipment, do you really think where she will be sent back (Bakanka , flooded) will have it??? ohh dear,
ok...I am done, the rant is over.




                 Happy trails my friends.
Happy trails.
^that was painfully lame.
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