Livin' the life

Ah, started out the day barefooted making daisy chains, climbed around for a bit, went exploring, then laughed through a terrible Disney movie and ended it talking to my beautiful bestie.

What a great day.

Jet Slag

Trying to sleep in my dad's playhouse Disney themed apartment.

I just got here this morning and boy, oh boy! what a terrible trip. I started yesterday at 4:00 in the morning (!!!) and didn't get here until 9:00 am the next day, but that doesn't include the time change, I don't know how the hell that works. All I know is; I'm so tired, but can't sleep! This always happens to me.

It doesn't help that I have this crazy cough either. I'm usually really good about sleeping on airplanes and car rides and stuff, but I kept coughing myself awake. The people next to me were great sports about it. One guy gave me so many pills and cough drops and I don't really like taking medicine, but I looked down at my snot stained sleeve and back into the guys face and knew I had to swallow whatever he gave me. The next lady told me to go to the hospital.

Cough cough, I'm going to try to sleep now.

Happy Cinco De Mayo

No one I'm with is being as festive as me. I need better friends.

Or at least friends with better mustaches.

Rock n roll you ate my soul

Why do I hate my geology class so much?
I love my professor...
My classmates are all right...
And I even won a medal in third grade for my rock collection.

Sigh. Natural sciences, you are the bane of my existance.

To grandmother's house we go!

Sometimes when you know someone well enough you sort of develop your own little language and one of you might say a little phrase and the other knows to go to pieces over it, but when you try that same joke with someone else, they don't understand so you have to make up you're own joke just for you and them.

I like it when I get to see my old friends and we get to talk our own little talk, but I like it even more when they accidently slip in some of the jokes from their other friendships. It's almost like I get to meet my old friend's new friends.

Thoughts on slavery and bad days

Sometimes the universe sends you a live in slave.

They claim to want to cook and clean and teach you yoga in exchange for room and board.

They may also tell you they love to bake and want to teach you to follow a raw food diet. You might become excited to meet this slave, even though you are a little shy and need a lot of space, especially from strangers.

However, sometimes the universe sends you a tiny insecure mooch with issues about boys and the way she looks that can't cook and complains about cleaning. For one who professes to be so in tune with nature, I can't comprehend how finding a cockroach in the basement could call for a scream so loud.

You want to go to the grocery store? There are five bikes in the garage. It will take you ten minutes to get there.

You need new clothes? Fine. I'll drive you to the mall. But stop talking about how you are going to go through an Indie phase. I don't even know what that means.

If I stop at Starbucks will you stop talking? And while we are waiting in the drive thru can you explain to me how a java chip frappuccino fits into a raw diet?

Sigh. And if you ever ruin one of my craft projects again I will knit your face into a scarf.

The worst part is, I just spent half an hour typing this. She's not even here and all I can think about is how she makes my insides squirm.

Here:

Things like this angora rabbit help me get over bad days.

C'mon!!! Is that fooooorrrrrrrr rrrrrrreeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaallllllll??????

The Goods

Check out my new laptop bag

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Hello there Bottega Veneta. Nice to meet you. What refined taste you have.