Tuesday, May 31, 2011
headless chicken
Friday, May 27, 2011
brain barf + road trip
Dear inner child,
Hello there. It’s been far too long since we last spoke, and I’ve been thinking about you lately. Do you still try to ride your bike past the mailbox when nobody’s looking? Do you still take risks? Do you still spend hours drawing one little picture just to give your mom? Do you tell her you love her? Do you purposely leap into deep puddles and get mud on your skirts? You see, I’ve been too closed up in myself lately, sealed there like an unopened envelope. I need to be opened. I need to look at someone, and have their eyes (whatever the color) slice right through me, and let all of this real me out. You were the one who always ate too much cotton candy at the fair. You were the one that climbed trees barefoot when it was dark outside, the one who always thought the next-door neighbor lady was a witch, the one who fetched all of your brother’s wiffle balls that always found themselves on the other side of the fence. You looked fear in the eye without blinking, always winning the staring contest. Now I want to win.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
rained on
Saturday, May 21, 2011
if the world really was ending tonight...
Thursday, May 19, 2011
sueños locos
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
why I don't read the news anymore
Monday, May 16, 2011
happiness, otra vez
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
i was happy, so i wrote it down
Saturday, May 7, 2011
overheard
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
draggin' my feet
Sorry I've been off the grid lately. It was kind of intentional, you know, to make you guys miss me.
Did it work?
Don't answer that.
I have some saweet posts coming up, but for now, I just wanted to let you know I'm still alive, still crankin' out 8 hours of homework a day (who has time for eating and sleeping, I mean really, who?!), still wanting to be outside all of the time but sadly I didn't sign up for that class ("that" class being the nonexistent one where we just hang out in the mountains all day long), still living in the dadgum library.
For now I'll leave you with the weirdest ad that has ever come up on my Pandora station:
Obnoxious lady voice: "A bra is a lot like a friend! It's hard to find a good one that supports you just right, but when you find do, it's a great fit for-ev-er."
Is this for real?