Home.

I was just informed of the phone bill.
The texting for this month went as follows:

My brother: 4,981
Myself: 2,032
My mom: 364

...


My dad: 16.


My mom and I had a hearty laugh after this.

ace of cakes...

...here i come.

it's been a crazy weekend.
picnic at the park.
dinner with friends.
second city show (of which i watched two of the best skits ever 'no one reads your blog' and 'that's fall'.
















cleaned house. ...or at least i attempted to...

rehearsals.
amazing roommate time.
spent tons of time on the porch.











spent time with friends.

my parents took me to dinner.
started a book.











enjoyed a weekend full of live music.


and practiced par core.


more importantly...as of thirty forty minutes ago...it is now time to celebrate the best day of the year.



the first day of fall.

Wooden Steps.

Two stairs up. Two stairs down.
A smile forever.
Two little legs have not carried for long.
Yet the first, smiled forever.
The eyes of the watchful hold fast and strong with,
a smile so long as forever.

The hope of the first,
The will of the second,
Followed by relief of the third which inspires the descent...
...further and further.
Two stairs up. Two stairs down.
A smile forever.

Two little legs with ease and grace.
Two wide eyes searching for a familiar face.
Humbling and warm.
Hopeful for more...
Those of the watchfaul have faith in the soul-
that that smile, that beautiful smile is forevermore.

Switchin...

...I think I am going to switch to a dance minor instead of the one that I'm not pursuing.

That makes me happy.
That makes sense.
That makes me happy.
There sometimes feels like there is never enough time.
It always feels like options appear to make semi.the.most sense at the last minute and of the most awkward of times.
How wonderful.

That is all.

Oh. The man behind me is sick. Hawking a snotrocket in public is the most attractive thing in the world. I'm asking him on a date in two seconds. man.of.my.dreams.
I'll let you know how it goes.

Nine=no.

Often, I find myself walking through town or doing everyday activities thinking 'Oh man, x,y,z would make a great blog entry!' or 'Golly, I should really write about that, what an interesting topic to discuss!'. Though it turns out, that I often find myself sittig in front of the computer remembering only the places where I thought of the idea topic...but not the topic itself-instead, I'm left only with the number of ideas I have brainstormed.




So far today, the number is nine.
Nine for nothing. Zero.
Come on brain. Work that memory.
What a brick wall.
But, we will try again tomorrow.



I really like joe purdy lately.
He's fun-Not a zero.

sunday spruce

I don't understand how to start a project takes effort and then to finish the project takes even more effort.

The dishes.
They sit there and sit there...you think 'i should do those'. You do them...but for me, I start to do them, then I decide that I should clean the counters. So...I clean the counters. Then I think 'I should clean the table'. So...I clean the table. Then I think 'I should dust-I already have the things out. It will look so much better if I dust'. So...I dust. Then I think 'I should rearrange the pillows, that will give the living room a fresh look.' So...I rearrange the throw pillows. Then I think, I should put everything else in order that needs to be in order'. So...I shuffle things around until everything looks as close to a "Better Homes and Gardens" cover as I could possible make it-until I look back into the kitchen.

I am sitting in my very clean and newly spruced living room with my computer in tow looking into the kitchen. There still sitting the sink are the dirty dishes waiting to be loaded into the washer, which is still open, as if it's saying "come clean me!!" with it's wide open door. The thing is...I feel as though I've done my part for the day and I don't want to do anything else.

I don't understand how to start a project takes effort and then to finish the project takes even more effort.

Joe Purdy

i hate commercials. they are loud. they are annoying. they are silly.

but this one...i like this one a lot.