slowly but surely converting more and more things to friends only...

I am going to a yoga class on  next Sunday. I'm hoping I find something. And stretch a lot. I need to stretch. So let go, jump in.

I bought tickets to NC. For some happy.

Sometimes it takes a little chocolate. Othertimes, a little Skype.

I like this

Shell gardens are a form of therapy. I'm certain of it. Even pesky rich kids can be ignored in the process of constructing one.

I love watermelon.
Summers at the shore.
And a certain boy.

there are reasons for short nails
there are reasons for waiting for wine to age
and there are reasons in the rhyme


hand prints on the wall
you've left your mark on me

http://henryjenkins.org/2008/04/anon.html (copied from Shira)

quote from article:
"Scientology had thrown down the gauntlet, and Anonymous awoke. In a YouTube video addressed to the church, Anonymous explained that, "for the good of your followers, for the good of mankind, and for our own enjoyment, we shall expel you from the Internet and systematically dismantle the Church of Scientology in its present form." Anonymous promptly took down Scientology's web sites, endlessly faxed them black sheets of paper, and called their public phone numbers with loops of... you guessed it... "Never Gonna Give You Up."
--

that, i thought, was hilarious. thank you shira

In my inability to fall asleep last night
I've decided that Amber was art
in everything she did
in her music
in her words
in her breath
misunderstood, passionate, challenging, curious, mesmerizing, [other adjectives] art
the kind that you learn something with every look, every listen
art personified
the kind you want to touch
keep a piece of
like the perfect seashell
reminders of pretty memories
but by taking from it, you take away from the whole
a selfish way to physically hold on to a memory
a human way to save the good pieces of your life
and the bad pieces
so you don't forget
or so that you can

i was trying to decide last night how much i would pay for that painting i took a picture of once. i just like it a lot. maybe can get my dad to photoshop the bottles and bunk-bed ladder out...  blow it up and get it printed.  i guess material objects are something to hold on to.


I think in the end she leads me back to things that matter
I guess in the end that's what happens when I can't sleep
I know in the end I'm a better person for knowing her

Maybe no more posts about this

there are people i want to build my life around... but life keeps tossing us in different directions

Back in Indiana.

Summer in the city

I haven't played this game in a while.
I haven't been sad in a while.

I really need new contacts. So that I can see. All the way home where people are beautiful. To my cousins and friends across the sea. The ocean-sized sea. Which is actually an ocean.

I left James at home. Wherever home is. Wherever he is.  But it's okay. It's only space and time.
I saw my friends at home who wanted to see me. I had a wonderful time with them.
I also have a pointy knife and bamboo cutting board. Kitchen things make me smile for some reason..

Life is short..
Eat crackers.
Also smiling is good.

We bought a beta fish. He's brownish red and has shiny flecks all over. We still haven't named him. And he won't eat. Or he'll eat and spit things out. Silly fish. It might be because he's living in a fish-shaped fishbowl and feels awkward about life. Maybe we can get him a snail friend to boost his self-esteem. The plant bulb we got doesn't seem to want to grow either. I want a real plant though. Soon. Still trying to fit into life. It's mostly comfortable. And I love my bed. And my new body pillow. April's is named Phinneas, and I've decided to name mine Constantine. Fills the right side of my bed for the interim. I wonder what I shall name my plant. I bet he'll eat.

Senior year of high school, I interviewed my (then 8-year-old) familyfriend Daniel on the topic of love.  He was quite the expert, having an 18-year-old (yes, ten years older) girlfriend so I knew I could rely on him.  I found my paper that I wrote on the topic (which appropriately was total bs, like that class). 

According to him, love is “two levels above best friends. Love is happiness.”

Today I saw a double rainbow and got to paper-mache my roommate.

Yesterday I watched my boyfriend make out with a gorgeous woman and my friend injure himself on a stripper pole.

April has been an interesting month.
I wish I had more photographs.

Spring weather is so delicious.

April and I are taking over the world.
Gary is threatening my death by Brian's hand if we do so.

I saw a concert with James. The Decemberists. It was too cool.
I turned twenty-two. It's kind of a fun number.

I should have more to say. And I do.

I like collecting sea glass. There's something off about the weather because I could have gone swimming in the ocean. It was nice to go to the beach in a skirt and flip flops, watch the surfers, and play with the rocks (getting soaked in the process).

"Beach kids always feel no pain, and when they do,
 a case of Corona can always cure that. They move
 with the tide, and always have 'no worries'. Beach
 kids at the Jersey Shore have always known that
 life is just one big party at their hands."
-Asbury Park Press

I love walking by Packer because I get a nice whiff of chlorine. All I want right now is a nice, leasurely, 40 laps in a swimming pool. Well, after I sleep some...

Plus two. That's where I am. I don't know what it means. If anything. To you. I'm not a numbers person though. You can't quantify moments in time. You can't qualify the effect of taste, smell, touch.

My list of things to do will consume Thanksgiving break. It will eat it, literally. It's hungry.

I read my thank you cards from the One-Acts and they made me warm and fuzzy. They'll be memories soon. Of good things. They'll feed my optimism when I'm cold and far away. Unless I'm warm and far away. Then the sun will feed me.

There seems to be a food theme. I'm not hungry-- I just had sun chips. I also bought American Pie Ben&Jerry's ice cream and it will be delicious. Apple cake makes me think of my grandma and apple pie reminds me of when Gary and Brian almost crashed my car.

I just have to remember that the world is small and time is on a rubber continuum.


I have flowers on my windowsill.
I have passion in my viens.

it snowed on my floor.
oh olga and her cryptic speak.


the stadium arcadium cdset is really good.