007. blankets: i love blankets. i love the feeling of cuddling up in one and just getting so cozy and warm and how they're just so wonderful.
008. my heating pad: i made it out of this cute alligator print fabric last year and i looove it. it's helped me through many the cramp and achy body part and i'm absolutely thankful for it. mmmm.
009. my laptop: i have a mac and it is my baby and i am completely and 100% addicted to it. it's the only way i manage to stay connected to the world these days. SO YEAH.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Thursday, January 20, 2011
summer realizations.
just a paragraph i liked out of a piece i wrote last night:
Mama smiles approvingly and I carefully unfold my legs, taking another sip of my drink as I stand. I’m tall and lanky, like a foal, and I never quite grew out of my gangly, awkward stage. Knobby knees, pointy elbows, hipbones that jut out too far…sometimes I wonder what Sam even sees in me. But times like this: languid summer days where the sun beats down on you and birds chirp in the trees and the neighbors are firing up their grills for another late night with friends…these are the kinds of days I feel empowered most. I know it’s silly, but I can’t help it. A few more weeks and it will be fall. I will fall back into my routine habits with bruised knees and a complacent, tired demeanor where saying yes will get me farther than saying no. For now, I figure I’ll just enjoy being able to say no and floating away in the swimming pool, an ice cold drink sitting on the deck, enjoying the feeling of the sun on my skin and the constant, unchanging undertone of complete and utter satisfaction.
Mama smiles approvingly and I carefully unfold my legs, taking another sip of my drink as I stand. I’m tall and lanky, like a foal, and I never quite grew out of my gangly, awkward stage. Knobby knees, pointy elbows, hipbones that jut out too far…sometimes I wonder what Sam even sees in me. But times like this: languid summer days where the sun beats down on you and birds chirp in the trees and the neighbors are firing up their grills for another late night with friends…these are the kinds of days I feel empowered most. I know it’s silly, but I can’t help it. A few more weeks and it will be fall. I will fall back into my routine habits with bruised knees and a complacent, tired demeanor where saying yes will get me farther than saying no. For now, I figure I’ll just enjoy being able to say no and floating away in the swimming pool, an ice cold drink sitting on the deck, enjoying the feeling of the sun on my skin and the constant, unchanging undertone of complete and utter satisfaction.
day 2.
004. words: i know, words, how strange is that. but i'm a writer. i can't paint to save my life, i can't sculpt, i am not artistic in any way, shape or form, but i'm good at words. i know how to b.s. a paper among the best of them, i can create a scene out of thin air, writing about my characters is like a second nature....i love words. i love expression, i love picking out descriptions, i love being able to use language to share how i feel on the inside.
005. hot water: i am extremely grateful for hot water. one of the tanks went out over this past weekend at school and it was absolutely awful...ugh. nothing worse than a cold shower, especially when it's freezing outside!
006. pancakes: they are one of the most amazing foods known to mankind. i want a pancake factory. the end.
005. hot water: i am extremely grateful for hot water. one of the tanks went out over this past weekend at school and it was absolutely awful...ugh. nothing worse than a cold shower, especially when it's freezing outside!
006. pancakes: they are one of the most amazing foods known to mankind. i want a pancake factory. the end.
daisy.
He loves me, he loves me not.
She sits on the porch steps, picking golden petals off the daisy held in her hand. This is her ritual, every afternoon, 5:10 pm. She has to end on ‘he loves me’. Everything is okay if she lands on that. If she ends on the latter, she does it again. And again. Three times. He brushes past her on his way inside, barely noticing she is even there. She swallows.
He loves me not.
She sighs, tossing the wasted flower to the ground, picking another. She begins once again. Third time’s the charm.
She sits on the porch steps, picking golden petals off the daisy held in her hand. This is her ritual, every afternoon, 5:10 pm. She has to end on ‘he loves me’. Everything is okay if she lands on that. If she ends on the latter, she does it again. And again. Three times. He brushes past her on his way inside, barely noticing she is even there. She swallows.
He loves me not.
She sighs, tossing the wasted flower to the ground, picking another. She begins once again. Third time’s the charm.
30 days.
welp i got challenged to write three things i'm grateful for every day for thirty days because i've been ridiculously down on myself lately. so that's what this is for. that and my writing, since nothing is better than opening myself up and putting my words on paper (or a computer screen) to show people a side of me they don't know. so here we go.
day 1.
001. my friends: you know who you are. i have no idea if you'll ever read this but i want you to know that you guys mean the world to me. i don't know what i'd do without you. you help me up when i'm down, you put up with my crazy behavior, you give me hugs, you do silly things with me...you guys really teach me the meaning of being a good person. i love you guys.
002. my school: i am honestly a horrible student, but i love my school. i love the atmosphere, i love the teachers, i love the fact that i meet new people every day...it's like a dream come true or something. i wouldn't switch schools for the world. sorry. c:
003. coffee: yep, what college student wouldn't be thankful for coffee? i definitely am. lord only knows how i'd survive my life without it. i tend to get less than six hours of sleep a night...and coffee is my savior. i'm addicted!
day 1.
001. my friends: you know who you are. i have no idea if you'll ever read this but i want you to know that you guys mean the world to me. i don't know what i'd do without you. you help me up when i'm down, you put up with my crazy behavior, you give me hugs, you do silly things with me...you guys really teach me the meaning of being a good person. i love you guys.
002. my school: i am honestly a horrible student, but i love my school. i love the atmosphere, i love the teachers, i love the fact that i meet new people every day...it's like a dream come true or something. i wouldn't switch schools for the world. sorry. c:
003. coffee: yep, what college student wouldn't be thankful for coffee? i definitely am. lord only knows how i'd survive my life without it. i tend to get less than six hours of sleep a night...and coffee is my savior. i'm addicted!
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