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!

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

Week 1

Hey ya)

This is how my first week of September went. ( Que awesome music playlist >> )

156. I am back

The street in front of my house.

                                                                       157. I kinda walk here

The bridge I walk over whenever I want to go into the city, Krasnodar

My scary clown.

Yes. I have to read all of this for Bible Class.

                                                                    158. That's mah room

My desk. Favorite part of my room.

The Kuban River.

School books.

A way to avoid school...

Old guitar learnin'

Is it time I threw these away?

On the tram.

Messy room, sunny morning.

These shoes are so warped. 

Schedule.

Cut an old TinTin shirt down to size. 

IT'S TINTIN GUYS.

TinTin is freaking AwEsOmE

So Th-th-th-that's all folks!!!

Ciao)