I almost forgot it was twilight

Why does blogging always seem best at 1:22 a.m. and, in a romantic fashion, my computer coyly smiles and the idea of typing away in the dark seems magical.

I have nothing to say, I lay in the dark listening to Elliott Smith and tell myself that, but the only other option is to wait until someone texts me...

Unfortunately, that is a much worse idea than blogging because late night conversations in my life are usually about things better left unsaid. Everyone is a little more daring in the dark, miles away and half-asleep.Anyway, I want this bed and a nature soundtrack- as I am convinced this is the only way to beat insomnia.

Goodnight.

EDIT- sure enough right when I finished the texts came. because everyone wants to know.

We go out in stormy weather, we rarely practice discern

It's such a good, cloudy day today. I skipped class and sat on the patio of the student center listening to okkervil river and jose gonzalez and it was nice.



Also, taking phone pictures has become my new favorite hobby. Yesterday I saw a woman driving while brushing her teeth and having extreme amounts of road rage. I was so concerned with taking a picture of her that I could not even focus on driving... unfortunately she took a sharp right just as I located my phone so no visuals accompany that story.

but for now we are young, let us lie in the sun and count every beautiful thing we can see

I personally am a big fan of picture posts soooooooo here is one about a few of my favorite things at the moment:


Andy Warhol-esque photobooth pictures


Incense and the pretty holder I bought at a hippie store.


This represents naps in my lovely bed.

This magical journal from the free trade store. It is made of real leaves.


Pretty new guitar and playing "you remind me of home" on it.


and finally, the hammock in my backyard which is perfect for the dwindling sunny days.

That is what I did basically all day today, well plus I watched Gossip Girl, but that hardly seems like the sort of thing to tell people about. I also locked my keys in my car (thank you AAA), drank lots of mt. dew and possibly failed a quiz in media law but I unfortunately don't have pictures of those events...

peace out.

who knew...

Yesterday was a ridiculously good day and it inspired me to start blogging regularly so I can remember how good life is most of the time.

Billy came up and we began our new friendship...awkward, maybe, but it was the most fun we have had in a really long time.

We went antiquing and then to a fair trade gift shop with little trinkets from all over the world. I love it so much. Thennnnn we went to pet kitties at Petsmart, but the door was locked to the cat room so that was a downer.

After that, we both felt it was a good idea to ride the bus to the grocery store (which is like 30 seconds away), so we get on the bus, start driving and after about 15 minutes of going the OPPOSITE direction of where we need to be the bus driver informed us that it was the last stop of the night.

So we walked for about an hour back to my house... and then cooked a delicious dinner.

The day also included playing the guitar, laying in the hammock in the sunshine, the annual mall visit and Formosa... it was so perfect.


Waiting for the Logan bus for half an hour provided us with a lot of photoshoot time...Also, that is my new neighborhood in the background.

Although I am still not fond of Logan, my eyes are open to the fun that can be had and I appreciate it a little bit more.

what was once inside you dreaming

If this weekend had a theme it would be fall.

As in, it is Fall. The rain pummeled down as we sat on a balcony downtown and watched the trash blow across the sky and when it was over, snow capped the mountains. So I guess maybe Fall was skipped altogether.

Also as in my mom fell and broke her rib while my family was camping. I feel so bad for her, I wish I could stay down there and help. I had a feeling something bad had happened. but they didn't have cell service so I waited all night until I found out. Poor mommy.

Falling in love with classy dinner parties, which Ali had for her birfday. It was a good time. Pinatas, croquet, fancy dresses.

I guess falling out of love as well, Billy and I decided to have a break up of sorts. Who knows how smart it is to keep being friends, but maybe selfishly I don't want to lose a best friend. It was basically just too hard to keep dating long distance and with all the baggage that has built up. Maybe falling out of love is the wrong term, mostly we are just falling out of a relationship.

And there you have it.