Absence

My camera is missing.

Perhaps this is what happens when you:

1. Get lazy and avoid putting it back in its case
2. Share it with family members.

But honestly, how do you lose a dSLR.
No, really.

On a happier note, I took a couple pictures of my now bloomed amaryllis with my film camera.

And even though I miss my other mechanical eye [and my insides are irked at its absence],
I still, and always will, prefer film.

CATS!

I was in the middle of a text message conversation (why can't we all just go back to the postal service method of communication?) and my phone received a text. I looked at it, expecting to see a response to my last message, but instead I read the following from an out-of-state number:

"Thanks for signing up for Cat Facts! You will now receive fun daily facts about CATS!" [Insert symbols placed together and vaguely resembling a feline face]

I could really only think the following:
1. What.
2. Apparently a random person typed a random [my] number into a random daily cat fact text message service.
3. I don't even love cats.
4. Maybe one of my friends signed me up for this [and why didn't I think of that idea before they did?]
5. What is the area code for this random number? [It turned out to be a random enough state, so I concluded that it had no relevance.]
6. This is definitely going on the blog.
7. I guess it's fine that I wasn't told how to opt out & that I get cat facts every day for forever.

The whole situation was beautiful. Simply beautiful. And completely outrageous.

Later on I visited my friend's blog and read this.

And that is all I have to say.

Change

Intuhview tomorrow.

I feel like my blog mostly consists of interviews, my messy room, the pink that [previously] diseased itself onto my bedroom walls, and my eating habits.

However, my walls have been cured. As have my eyes. And sanity.
Well, partially.

Via birthday present last month.

Disregard the green and yellow painting tape.

I told you it was pink. [Here, here & here, for example.]

Now it's not.

And neither is my decor.

Disregard the pink in my blanket.

I think that I'm fine with the change.

reminiscence Emerging

Sometimes I think about how I wish things were
And nostalgia wraps itself around my brain.

I miss it, even though I don't know it.

Then,
Even though I can only pluck the strings and strum half-songs the guitar

Blisters on my fingertips

And play the same bundle of songs over and over on the piano

If I don't think, I don't stumble on those notes

And imagine book-writing and photographing, music-filming, song-covering and traveling

Impending-wheels reeling

The nostalgia somehow drifts away, inside my brain
And a comfortable anticipation emerges.

You Grow, Girl

Ain't my little amaryllis turnin' into a little beauty.

You have to talk like a hick if you're an amaryllis farmer.

I'm just pleased with the fact that it's alive and thriving, still.

Shades

Occasionally at one in the morning [and post one in the morning], I get bursts of creative energy. And I draw somethings and anythings. Today's one in the morning was one of those mornings.

All It Takes

Sometimes all it takes
is updating your journal
And your brain
then thinking about everything,
Crying
then Praying

and then Breathing.

Because even though I'll be a hobo
sooner than you can say
"unupdated resume,"
Things
will probably turn out
Just fine.

Blang

Basketball game tonight. With some of the women from church. It was swell. Then we lost.

Afterward I ate two burritos and drank a gallon and a half of milk. Then Kiyna suggested Coldstone. Naturally, I couldn't pass that up. So we got in my car. [I use the term 'my' very loosely.] A pair of fake glasses were sitting there. They were white and mildly large with little jewels lining the frames. Outrageous. And totally fabulous. So I put them on. My little sister, Jillian, got them from a birthday party she went to today, I could only assume.

So we arrived to Coldstone.

"Should I wear these glasses inside?"

"Yes."

So I did. Along with my snow boots, sweatpants, t-shirt, and hoodie.

And I looked great. Even ask the girl inside Coldstone. The one who widened her eyes and muttered profanity when she saw me. And told her guy friends how fabulous I looked when she thought I was out of earshot.

Then I ordered cotton candy ice cream with gummy bears in it. Because, hey, what else do you mix in with cotton candy ice cream.

And that girl left as soon as she could to see if she could get a hold of some white glasses with bling on them at ten o' clock at night.

It All Comes Down To

Sometimes it's hard to try and decipher the tongue-ties and the accuracies.

Sometimes it's hard to interpret the tongue-ties
And to filter through the accuracies.

Sometimes it's hard not to.

And sometimes it's hard not to eat everything you find
And everything that finds you.

Dwindling

To the cabin: 

From a dwindling 

Summer.

Routine

Lindor Truffles. Also known as the first thing in my mouth for the last three days.
Three A.M. Also known as my bedtime the last [insert accurate time frame here].
Noon. I feel like you can guess what I'm about to say.

Teeth: Still hanging in there.
Eyes: Wide and tired.
Sanity: Dwindling.

A Lake, A Camera, No Coats

matter

as much as i'm glad

the 90s are through

i miss when

indecision

didn't matter much

until i was choosing

ice cream