friday = happy.
i have these mysterious ladybugs that crawl and fly around my room. i really don't know where they are coming from and i don't know they are around until they pounce off my light and flutter about the dome-thingy up there. they aren't those wretched-yellow-chinese-people-killing-ladybugs either. they're the nice ones.
the nice ones remind me of jessica solomon, for some reason. maybe it's because she was dark complected and always looked nice in red. i don't really know why, but ever since she passed away, ladybugs have struck memories of her. maybe she's looking out for me up there. thanks girl!
we were talking, the other day, about how smell is the #1 trigger for memories. i firmly believe that. stinks to be anosmic. the smell of vanilla fields perfume is my grandma. old spice is scott because he overloads (haha, if you read this, i mean it in the kindest way possible and you smell good). victoria's secret's heavenly is leann. funfetti cake is emily - hehehe. the smell of aramis aftershave is 100% my grandpa w. i miss him so much.
andrea and i rented the anne of green gables and anne of avonlea videos from blockbuster. that's right. we watched all 4 tapes today. it was, in total, approximately 6.5 hours of anne shirley goodness. this also struck the memory of my grandpa. i used to want to watch the movies with him because he cried every single time without fail and i thought it was funny to see a man cry. hey, it sounds mean, but i was little. now, i'd give just about anything to watch it with him again. but, i think he's up in heaven helping me find my way to my very own "gilbert blithe"... and a happy ending.
it's not what the world holds for you, it's what you bring to it.
on another note: it was "boycott love night" with emily and laura. it was glorious. oh... and william's friend has explosive diarrhea. poor kid.