Runaway boys
Bigrock candy mountain.
I am tired, I can feel it in my eyes and especially in my legs but my mind is chattering away like a horde of cicadas. The sound of the south. There is a change in the air, it curdles the wind, and switches direction. Two weeks I'm in Europe, two weeks and three days I'm back at school, three months and I'm back in Texas to watch The Miracle of Life in person. I'm still on the fence on whether or not to submit my two weeks. I think I might hang on until afer I get back from Europe and get aclamated to school. That will allow time for the ruffled feathers to settle so it won't look like I'm quitting simply because they transferred me. I only care about the commute and lack of walls with that (and I miss the ol crew too) but fashion valley has its perks. First day back and I couldn't help but hit up the shops and buy two new dresses. I need to start pooling my money again, Texas and tuition wiped me clean.
My mind has been racing with this new story. I nearly emptied a roll of recipt paper at work coming up with ideas and writing scenes that came to mind. Aud, its happened again. I originally wanted a quick story that I could illustrate but now its looking a little like alice in wonderland, easy enough since it is most of the inspiration, but more of an in depth story with accompanying illustrations. I'm coming up with new caracters and ways with which to draw them. Even though hes a direct link to AinW, I want to find a way to slip my caterpiller pic in there. I don't even know if she'll be able to read it, but maybe I'm just writing it for Alex and definetly myself. I'm wrought with excitement about the baby and becoming a godmama. There is nothing more in this world that I want than to be a mother and if I can't have my own kids yet, well, gosh darnit, I'll borrow someone elses.
Face is gazing at me with such longing. I've got your cheshire right here and hes lanquidly laying on the sofa. I'm putting Prancy Pants in the story, hes a great companion for any wayward wandering child.
Sleep becomes me.
We'll find our taxes laid upon the table amongst a cornucopia of condiments and an oblique pot of coffee.
I can only hope that my presence will be beneficial to those around me. I would like to think that I suppliment the cogs as they turn. Spin me round again, and rub my eyes - for I am weary yet no longer filled with woe. Who knew being so devoid would make you feels so...
I am tired, I can feel it in my eyes and especially in my legs but my mind is chattering away like a horde of cicadas. The sound of the south. There is a change in the air, it curdles the wind, and switches direction. Two weeks I'm in Europe, two weeks and three days I'm back at school, three months and I'm back in Texas to watch The Miracle of Life in person. I'm still on the fence on whether or not to submit my two weeks. I think I might hang on until afer I get back from Europe and get aclamated to school. That will allow time for the ruffled feathers to settle so it won't look like I'm quitting simply because they transferred me. I only care about the commute and lack of walls with that (and I miss the ol crew too) but fashion valley has its perks. First day back and I couldn't help but hit up the shops and buy two new dresses. I need to start pooling my money again, Texas and tuition wiped me clean.
My mind has been racing with this new story. I nearly emptied a roll of recipt paper at work coming up with ideas and writing scenes that came to mind. Aud, its happened again. I originally wanted a quick story that I could illustrate but now its looking a little like alice in wonderland, easy enough since it is most of the inspiration, but more of an in depth story with accompanying illustrations. I'm coming up with new caracters and ways with which to draw them. Even though hes a direct link to AinW, I want to find a way to slip my caterpiller pic in there. I don't even know if she'll be able to read it, but maybe I'm just writing it for Alex and definetly myself. I'm wrought with excitement about the baby and becoming a godmama. There is nothing more in this world that I want than to be a mother and if I can't have my own kids yet, well, gosh darnit, I'll borrow someone elses.
Face is gazing at me with such longing. I've got your cheshire right here and hes lanquidly laying on the sofa. I'm putting Prancy Pants in the story, hes a great companion for any wayward wandering child.
Sleep becomes me.
We'll find our taxes laid upon the table amongst a cornucopia of condiments and an oblique pot of coffee.
I can only hope that my presence will be beneficial to those around me. I would like to think that I suppliment the cogs as they turn. Spin me round again, and rub my eyes - for I am weary yet no longer filled with woe. Who knew being so devoid would make you feels so...