wow, it's been a while
i just read this line in my journal from last summer, and thought it was pretty great.
"discovered the powder i ordered online that had come smashed in the mail was the wrong colour". hahaha how awesome is that? smashed AND too dark. i totally didnt even remember that happening until now.
when i was 14, i would get colds alot. we'd been here about two years, and mum used to take us to garden ridge and hobby lobby when she'd go shopping. i have this one specific memory of buying cherry incense on a cold day, and her making spaghetti bolognese for lunch. at the time, i thought i was dying(seriously) from some awful disease, because i was always tired and sick. i recall thinking how clear the smell of the cherries were when i burnt the incense, and how cold the tile floor in the kitchen was when i got up after eating. the flavour of the ragout meat permeating inside my nose seemed too pungent; i hadnt smelled it this way when i wasn't "sick". i used to buy a lot of incense, and burn it in my room in the evenings, listening to my parent's violin concerto cd's and talking on the phone. i even had a little tv which i hooked up my $17 sega(score!) up to- everything seems crisp in my memories of the early years of teenagerdom. i feel so much...fuller now, stuffed with life and experiences,but like i'm missing a hinge.
i never took that vacation. it's been five years.
"discovered the powder i ordered online that had come smashed in the mail was the wrong colour". hahaha how awesome is that? smashed AND too dark. i totally didnt even remember that happening until now.
when i was 14, i would get colds alot. we'd been here about two years, and mum used to take us to garden ridge and hobby lobby when she'd go shopping. i have this one specific memory of buying cherry incense on a cold day, and her making spaghetti bolognese for lunch. at the time, i thought i was dying(seriously) from some awful disease, because i was always tired and sick. i recall thinking how clear the smell of the cherries were when i burnt the incense, and how cold the tile floor in the kitchen was when i got up after eating. the flavour of the ragout meat permeating inside my nose seemed too pungent; i hadnt smelled it this way when i wasn't "sick". i used to buy a lot of incense, and burn it in my room in the evenings, listening to my parent's violin concerto cd's and talking on the phone. i even had a little tv which i hooked up my $17 sega(score!) up to- everything seems crisp in my memories of the early years of teenagerdom. i feel so much...fuller now, stuffed with life and experiences,but like i'm missing a hinge.
i never took that vacation. it's been five years.