how do these make you feel?

they make me feel weird!

hey

who wants to see ariel pink with me tomorrow?

looking forward

to this!



My friend Ian is curating it, and i think it will be great. I'm thinking of getting permission from my friends to put in some of these gemstones...

really?

I know there are cool middle schoolers, but reallllly?

When i was in middle school i looked like this:



and definitely embodied the definition of uncomfortable.

these make me happy.

ok CLEARLY i have a problem with setting up unrealistic expectations for myself and then not meeting them. it is annoying that half of my blog is about not blogging enough. from this point on i will not discuss my lack of blogging. hopefully blogging will stop feeling like a challenge and will settle in to a happy, organic flow. i know that support from my readers (Roomie and Morgan) will keep me going.

I was procrastinating at work and found this artist (Harrell Fletcher). These make me happy.

beepbeep

I am gingerly stepping my toes back in the blogging water. I am going to try to blog every day this week; this counteracts my goal of not dicking around on the internet this week at work. This will be a challenge. No blogging at work, yet I need to blog every day.

secrets

Hello world. I am going to start blogging again, this time for reals! I'm going to do it secretly, and see who notices first. I have my money on Morgan, but you never know. Maybe no one will ever find this. Maybe this will be a time capsule blog that we can open when we're old!! That would be nice. I'm on break at my work right now. Most of my job consists of wandering around and tidying up strewn puppets and costumes, and fixing minor technical difficulties. I have to wear a vest and carry a walkie talkie. The vest makes me hot and annoyed, and the walkie is silly. I have to work for five days in a row since people are out and its the holiday season. I know "five days in a row" is a normal work week, but this is the pits!! I'm so tired of standing around and answering stupid questions. However, there are always funny moments with kids. Yesterday a particularly chatty seven year old boy (chubby, wearing a red plaid shirt under a tight holiday sweater) wouldnt stop talking about his pedometer! His friend gave it to him for his seventh birthday, and he loved guessing how many steps he had taken before checking. He asked me what my favorite number was, and I said 5. I don't really have a favorite number these days, but I used to like the number 5 because it was the name of Lenny Kravitz's album. The boy said his favorite number is 947. When I asked him why that was his favorite number, he let me know that he just picked it randomly. He then asked me what my favorite letter is. I told him that i liked the look of lower case i's and j's. (WW.) He said that his favorite letter is upper case Q, because it's 10 points in Scrabble. Made my day.

Hey assholes, what's your favorite letter?