chewing on a piece of grass walking down the road
"they say this town doesn't look good in the snow. you don't care, i know"
i love gray days. i woke up around 10:30 to the alarm, there were previous groggy eye openings, and a pleasant dream about a summer day. just the day, nothing more. no action, no people, just the sun and scene.
had mulit and josi sleepover. the "thank you" note with the applesauce they left was adorable. i can't help smiling when ppl act thoughtfully, going that extra bit.
decidely, i am an old soul, not a rockstar.
oversized hats, pink spectacles, knit sweaters, scarves, tightly cuffed jeans that do not fall off the ass, ratty ol tweed jackets, silly herbal teas, skimming through ny times magazines, researching amnesty events, black coffee, quiet moments, paint splatters, clothes strewn about hardwood floors, cheerful ring tones, oversized pearls, loafers, autumn leaves, brisk walks, shouting poetry, stargazing, journal scribbling, black sketchbooks, thrifting, flats and kneehighs, aucustic, spandex, running in the forest, blahblahblah. whatever fits your fancy, i am whatever you make me to be.
chamomile and mint to cure the soar throat creeping up on me.
i feel like the root of all evil at work. i am not usually a mean person, in fact, it's hard for me to muster up the turse responses and pragmatic tone of voice i use when talking to marcus, but i CANNOT stand that man (does he even qualify?). he is slow (not what pisses me off), inconsiderate, selfish, a pathological liar, and does NOT tip me out when i practically run the floor.
well that's all for the bitching, cause honestly, THAT gets u no where but mad.
rest of weekend is lots of hw, apps. tonight is a coffeehouse, tomorrow is youth group, i might be speaking, and then a tufts interview at 3.
i have to get my shit together.
caio!
i love gray days. i woke up around 10:30 to the alarm, there were previous groggy eye openings, and a pleasant dream about a summer day. just the day, nothing more. no action, no people, just the sun and scene.
had mulit and josi sleepover. the "thank you" note with the applesauce they left was adorable. i can't help smiling when ppl act thoughtfully, going that extra bit.
decidely, i am an old soul, not a rockstar.
oversized hats, pink spectacles, knit sweaters, scarves, tightly cuffed jeans that do not fall off the ass, ratty ol tweed jackets, silly herbal teas, skimming through ny times magazines, researching amnesty events, black coffee, quiet moments, paint splatters, clothes strewn about hardwood floors, cheerful ring tones, oversized pearls, loafers, autumn leaves, brisk walks, shouting poetry, stargazing, journal scribbling, black sketchbooks, thrifting, flats and kneehighs, aucustic, spandex, running in the forest, blahblahblah. whatever fits your fancy, i am whatever you make me to be.
chamomile and mint to cure the soar throat creeping up on me.
i feel like the root of all evil at work. i am not usually a mean person, in fact, it's hard for me to muster up the turse responses and pragmatic tone of voice i use when talking to marcus, but i CANNOT stand that man (does he even qualify?). he is slow (not what pisses me off), inconsiderate, selfish, a pathological liar, and does NOT tip me out when i practically run the floor.
well that's all for the bitching, cause honestly, THAT gets u no where but mad.
rest of weekend is lots of hw, apps. tonight is a coffeehouse, tomorrow is youth group, i might be speaking, and then a tufts interview at 3.
i have to get my shit together.
caio!