(a picture of my pant leg and foot after an hour's worth of shoveling)creative everyday:
doodled, started making a birthday/altered/type book from an old kid's book
for one of my bestest friends, journaled every morning, knit at least six rows on the
smock coat, messed around with my blog/format/colors etc, took pictures of my feet
and of a massive square of ice, wrote two "real" emails to bloggers that i would like
to get to know better, dyed my hair black...really really black...like it used to be...
reading: the glass castle...i totally love love love this book...i feel like my bad book streak
is over! i don't want this book to end...although, honestly, i am very close to the end...
listening: turpentine by brandi carlile...i get a sudden aching sadness over this line
"wishing i was ten again so i could be your friend again" probably for a totally different
reason than intended by writer of the song but ache nonetheless.
the name of the song alone is an ache of a memory.
watching: alphadog...hate to admit that it was good even with JT in it...gag me...sad that
it was true (or based on true events, i'm not sure)
startdust...i LOVED this, loved loved loved this. i think i have blogged this already,
but i can't help it, i really, really loved it.
and for the record...NO diet coke ( my vice and addiction for the past 2 years)
pepsi, i've come home again...did you miss me?
doodled, started making a birthday/altered/type book from an old kid's book
for one of my bestest friends, journaled every morning, knit at least six rows on the
smock coat, messed around with my blog/format/colors etc, took pictures of my feet
and of a massive square of ice, wrote two "real" emails to bloggers that i would like
to get to know better, dyed my hair black...really really black...like it used to be...
reading: the glass castle...i totally love love love this book...i feel like my bad book streak
is over! i don't want this book to end...although, honestly, i am very close to the end...
listening: turpentine by brandi carlile...i get a sudden aching sadness over this line
"wishing i was ten again so i could be your friend again" probably for a totally different
reason than intended by writer of the song but ache nonetheless.
the name of the song alone is an ache of a memory.
watching: alphadog...hate to admit that it was good even with JT in it...gag me...sad that
it was true (or based on true events, i'm not sure)
startdust...i LOVED this, loved loved loved this. i think i have blogged this already,
but i can't help it, i really, really loved it.
and for the record...NO diet coke ( my vice and addiction for the past 2 years)
pepsi, i've come home again...did you miss me?