from station to station

woke up this morning in a very bowie/80's/the smiths mood... which of course means that mixed denims, big hair, and a leather jacket were completely necessary.

my best attempts at the hair band look (as best i could portray from webcam-in-classroom):

sometimes i think i should give into the many signs telling me that i was meant to live in the 80's.

1) my hair obviously WANTS to be in the 80's
2) my adoration of all things molly ringwald/john hughes/brat pack
3) 80's british awesomeness that is all
4) hello, the smiths
5) legit arcade games (original pac-man, please and thank you)
6) the fact that the science of 80's sci-fi movies always makes total sense to me and never seems ridiculous in the slightest.
7) the karate kid!!
8) slap bracelets, off-the-shoulder-chunky-sweaters, wayfarers, nerd glasses, legwarmers, keds
9) moonwalk!!

ah oh well. there were bad things too i guess.
like drugs. and ...the cold war.

fine i won't rent marty's delorean and go back in time and form a cool garage band. bluh.

never fails to make my day

a few weeks ago this song came on the radio as i was driving to school.
instantly, my day was perfect. i could just see the incomparable joseph gordon-levitt doing his adorable happy dance with animated bluebirds... ah, life. oh yes.

500 days, i love you
JGL, if you're ever looking for a blonde with slightly-larger-than-normal-feet and a gnome collection... i'm your girl
zooey? there are no words. xoxo

grown-up, pt. 1

i feel so all-grown-ed-up tonight

i gave hayden a real honest to goodness haircut tonight

for dinner tonight? spinach salad with homemade vinaigrette, mozzerella, and soft-boiled eggs
and a glass of water. my fifth of the day. yeah! (also, i'm contemplating vitamins tonight)

man.

happy birthdays to you

today is the day the longest and most delightful friendship i have ever experienced became possible. it's Emily's birthday!

this girl is witty, sweet, opinionated, beautiful, rainboots-full-of-fun, charming, the best all-my-whole-entire-life friend i could hope for.

we met in mothers day out when we were babies, where we were the victims of hate crime. the hate crime being that all the other kids hated me. but emily was my friend. which made them hate me even more... because she was super duper adorable and they all wanted to be friends with her. but she stuck with me... making us the female shawn spencer and burton guster of our generation.

through many an easy cheese heist, dress-up party (no, i don't mean when we were little), ballet classes together, the world's most terrifying playground, high school football games, prom, being stalked (her, not me. always her), being heartbroken, doing the entire thriller dance at work before remembering the security camera, pretend funerals, real funerals... through thick and thin... we'll be there.

"Wherever a party needs to be saved, I'm there
Wherever there are masks
Wherever there is tomfoolery or joy
I'm there
But sometimes I'm not, 'cause I'm out in the night staying vigilant
Watching, lurking
Running, jumping, hurtling
Sleeping-- no, I can't sleep, you sleep
I'm awake, I don't sleep, I don't blink
Am I a bird? No. I'm a bat
I am Batman
Or am I?
Yes, I am Batman"

(abed - community)

(photos are mine, from a senior picture shoot)

win

my friend anna just sent me this amazing link.

WAIT

go go go. it's amazing. but follow these simple instructions.

open the link. dramatic pause. say something epic ("one small step ... mankind", "You'll hunt me. You'll condemn me. Set the dogs on me. Because that's what needs to happen." you get the idea.).

then... click the button.


INCEPTION'D!

a week of trying trying trying

in twilight and blindness
all our work is done
we fumble and flail, we try and we fail,
we only are what we almost become

it’s both our curse and our grace, here in this place
to reach for heights that we’ll never climb
and the distance between the drop and the dream
is our one little piece of the divine

it’s a weak little flame, it’s all we got to our name
so why be ashamed to let it burn

(the drop and the dream - kris delmhorst)

wednesday wish list

...if only...

the young collegiate

all of my time recently has been filled with papers, reading

midterms, pie, reading, not doing laundry (yikes)

and completing 10 major art projects.

and did i mention midterms? seriously. you college graduates couldn't have warned me more? really? not ok. i'm making it my life purpose to warn all incoming freshman.

but c'est la vie. they're over... and now i've got about a week of almost no homework, and i'm filling it with lovely things.

my schedule?
monday- sleep til class, master the microfiche scanner, dinner at zuzu's (family tradition restaurant from when we were little) and massive pie-making (5!) with emily

tuesday- school school school
wednesday- advising meeting, class class class... SUFJAN STEVENS CONCERT!!!
thursday- class class, visit the central market cheese festival with anna (friend from school)
friday- class, cinderella ballet with caitlin and hayden
saturday- cvc's willy wonka (go travis and daniel!), then ice cream with mackenna and summer (old friends from theatre and high school)

yup. best week of the world.

things that make me happy today

1 - spending my afternoon break watching "enter the dragon" with hayden and eating peanut butter and jelly from a spoon

2- watching some super dumb frat boys paint the spirit rock with loads of exuberance.

3-the green hall juice vending machine. seriously? it's like a robot. its SO STINKING AWESOME. it doesn't just drop your juice bottle... it removes it from the shelf with a pulley system and puts it in the thing you get them out of with a robotic arm. oh my goodness.

4- watching happy old couples holding hands to go into the university theatre together for the arthur miller play.

something that doesn't make me happy today: sitting out in the courtyard of jonsson waiting for hayden to get out of his dumb chem lab. bah. hurry up!! i'm not impatient i'm just tired of waiting!!

He is there

God is in my life... so so very in my life.

i don't believe that God ordains every tiny minute detail of my life... but i am a firm believer in His involvement and control over the things in my life. i believe in it as a kind of fate... God puts certain people in your life at key times, that is fate...

i'm not the best about prayer. i don't pray as much as i should or the way that i should... but i try, and when i do the results are wondrous. i pray when i can't find my car keys... when i'm late for class... when that scary 18-wheeler starts coming over into my lane alongside my tiny tiny car (yes, mr mac or moe or whatever you're called, two of my cars can fit in one normal sized lane. but you barely fit in yours! so... sorry. but lane-sharing c'est ne'existe pas.) i pray for the small things, if for no other reason than that praying for small things renews my excitement to serve a God who is active and present in my life, who cares about the details.