7 items

item 1: to see some incredible art, go here. so beautiful. how i would love to be the one coming up with these wonderful ideas and being behind the camera creating such uniquely beautiful art.

item 2: i know i've been neglecting this blog of late... just so much life happening, so much to do! i'm rather swamped right now under a literal mountain (and no, i'm not using that phrase hypothetically like dr. George does, it is actually a mountain. on my desk. making that room look horrifying all the time.) of books, all amazing, all brilliant, all a rare glimpse into a peculiar, brilliant mind, making it maddening to be so speedy going through them.

item 3: right now i've one of those terrible behind-the-eyes headaches that feels like someone dipped a carrot in wasabi and rubbing alcohol, lit it on fire, and punched you in the face with it. yeow!

item 4: already formulating my plans for the distant-future christmas break from school... they involve many cups of tea

filling boxes with sketches of all the gnomes and dancing

mushrooms and sparrows and ill-mannered oaks and possums that

want to spill out of my head all day long but never get a chance

making headway on my woodland-creature quilt (i'll post fabric pictures soon, promise!)

yuletide cupcakes

turning 18 and becoming an adult overnight (look, a christmas miracle! ;)

item 5: last night i dreamed it was my first day of college, and i had an amazing outfit, and for some strange reason sally field was my philosophy teacher. she was a good teacher, very smart, and she invited me to a coffee-making contest. that very night my home was invaded by alien-robot-coyotes... the details were very clear earlier in the day, but now i forget. there was great danger involved, though. yeep!

item 6: the office is back. yay! it was sorely missed. nearly forgot how brilliant rainn wilson is!

item 7: helped dan and caitlin move in to their wonderful, lovely home this afternoon, and going back tomorrow to help some more! it's wonderful, and feels like a home.

yeep, squeep!

last night after writing what i wrote i had a strange and disturbing dream. i dreamt of being chased around by this creepy old lady who called everyone "deary" or "my love" in this scaaary squeaky quivery voice. and she had a basket of measuring tapes that when you picked them up turned into really scary talking snakes.

i started "the weight of glory" by C.S. Lewis last night - he is definitely brilliant. i've read 1/4 of it now and do suggest reading it, but with caution. he says brilliant brilliant things, and most of it is sound and good, but remember that he differs greatly from PBs in his views on salvation, and this does affect so much of his thinkings.

and as i've done ever so many things this morning but have somehow neither finished any of them nor seen mamadah... which is strange... i shall bid you adieu.