My brother used to call the stripes on his shirt muscles. He broke my favorite music box once after we spent the weekend at my mom's boyfriend's house (I think). It still works, but the dome no longer exists. It plays swan lake, and is cheap and Chinese. I was pretty unhappy. Not only cause it was broken but just in general. I'd listen to that ( Read more... )

fiddle music is morning music. It reminds me of crisp morning air, breakfast, open space, and being silly with my mom. Also of cleaning with my mom, her hair all tied up in a scarf, and in her bright shorts and 80s t shirt. She emits this clean fresh air happy glow.

I wonder ( Read more... )

My mother's father invented the Jack in the box head, the whole origional jack in the box sign in fact, but they dont use it on the sign any more.

He also wrote the song "little boxes on a hillside."

Like, woah.
The things you find out.

I dreamt that Freya and Lena went to Hampshire College, and apparently Massachusetts was both on the border of Washington, and about an hours car drive away. But, somehow, on a very dangerous thoroughfare? It was an urban campus, with towering building that remind me of San Francisco. But it wasn't a large city ( Read more... )

well, I sorta kinda half- caught up on sleep this morning. I reason I didn't waste anymore time than going to school this morning would have, but I shouldn't have done the sleeping, my time would have been better spent working ( Read more... )

It went amazingly ( Read more... )

Oh. And as I was sitting here in my living room, my mom called me. From her bedroom, totally worried about me because she somehow didn't realize I was home.

My mom started her first day of work today! *does a little dance* (it only lasts 6 weeks ( Read more... )

glaring at me from behind their cereal bowls.

Shame on you Jeff for getting me in trouble.

Half an hour late is such a big deal.

Thats all right. It was good conversation.