Says the Tomboy . . .

I think I'm having a very girl moment right now, because I am absolutely enamoured with this simple and lovely dress. The colors, material, and shape are tempting to me as a shopper. Even after I saw the price.

~*~

(product site: http://www.jcrew.com/AST/Browse/WomenBrowse/Women_Shop_By_Category/dresses/weddingsparties/PRDOVR~11455/99101799551/ENE~1+2+3+22+4294967294+20~~~20+17~90~~~~~~~/11455.jsp)

December

It's that time of the year again. Assignments, unfinished work, exams, and the result of taking it too easy earlier in the semester--they are all facing me now. The growing uncertainty and insecurity of a loved one's state of health breeds a knot in my stomach and a weight on my back. To give into the whirlwind that is the darker side of life would be my undoing.

So here's to remaining upright in the winds that blow against you.

<3

Gobble Gobble

This is probably the only turkey that would make me consider becoming a vegetarian. It's screaming thug yo.

To all the wonderful people I know and have known, thank you for being a part of my life.

Hoping you and yours have time and laughter to share with each other.



Happy Thanksgiving.

<3

(pic from http://bluegirlredstate.typepad.com/blue_girl/2005/11/gobblegobble_me.html)

Looking through different eyes . . .

(Pics from Oh Joy! + Talc)

It'd be nice if we were able to don masks every once in a while, and not reserve the whimsy just for Halloween. The magic of our imaginations shouldn't only be tethered in our childhood; it should simply originate from it.

http://ohjoy.blogs.com/my_weblog/2009/11/black-white-perfection.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+blogs%2FOtkg+%28Oh+Joy%21%29

http://www.talcboutique.com/collections/automne-hiver-2009/silhouettes/

BOO . . .

. . . GER!

After I woke up from my lovely nap on the train ride home, I saw a relatively cute dude asleep and slumped over in his seat across from me. This just added to the attractive factor, since I understand the joy of sleeping while on forms of public transportation (ok, fine, anywhere). Since I'm not a creeper, my attention turned away from him to stare out the window at the abyss that is the subway. Later, I turn back to see him awake, picking his nose--not once either-- and doing a nasty flicking motion, polluting the train with pieces of himself. My stomach dropped to the floor while my lunch threatened to come up. I wanted to throw my aluminum water bottle at him. I get miffed if people leave their garbage on the train, but this is so much more . . . gaaaaaaaaaahhhh.
This is why I hesitate on instinct when people want to shake hands.


Thought I'd share that lovely gem with you.

Smokin' Some Green

Today: Saw a girl throw and leave her lit cig on the ground, as she clutched her "Plant a Tree" recyclable tote bag and walked into the main building of school.

Good job.

'To borrow or to steal?' really shouldn't be the question, yet . . .

http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/sf/inspiration/the-community-bookcase-097020

The idea of a community shared bookcase seems cool and full of small town whimsy, but there are some who could (probably would) mess up the point of it by either keeping the books (without donating something to replace it) or by simply 'borrowing' the bookcase.
But the idea could work, depending on where the organic library is set up (and how secure the case is bolted to the ground . . .). I'm not always an optimist (and neither a pessimist), but I'd hope this would work more often than not.

Though,

I am very possessive of my own books . . .

Shhhhh . . .

In the throws of routine, classes, course work, family, friends, and myself, it's easy to lose the quiet moments that put things in perspective, that highlight what I can so easily overlook. But when those moments arise, sometimes by surprise, it makes everything sweeter . . .
even if only for a couple of minutes. And I am grateful.

Fighting for Rights is Never a Thing of the Past

Check it--

http://www.lemondrop.com/2009/08/26/for-abused-women-over-here-and-over-there-is-much-the-same/

Moving to the Arctic . . .

Sun showers . . . please come back.

"Ah, summer--what power you have to make us suffer and like it."_ Russell Baker

The heat is like a very tall person (to your small body) standing too close to you (who needs personal space?) on a train or bus during rush hour, with the air conditioning only a dream.

Hangin' at Home

- I kind of want to eat the flowers . . . maybe I should go get some dinner . . .-

~*~

I think I lost my mind a little bit today.

After this "heat wave" came into effect with still no implementation of the beloved air conditioner (being loved somewhere in the corner of a closet), and the ghetto fan that doesn't work and only takes on the appearance and noise of a functioning one (the only kind that seem to exist in my house), I became disgusted with myself and everything around me. So, my solution?

Dust everything.

EVERYthing.

It starts with me organizing my book shelf by actually putting the many books I have lying around my room in the shelf. Yeah, definitely one of my more innovative ideas. And it ended in me dusting every surface and reachable (and sometimes the not-so-easily-reachable) crevice in my room--including the stacks of accumulated newspapers. I swept my damn floor five times because dust loves me so much.

Even sweatier than before (read: loss of sanity and logic), I eagerly welcomed a cool shower and clean (dustless) clothes.

And my friends, who came for a quick visit. The kind of spontaneous no-real-aim-to-see-each other-other-than-being-friends-and-it-being-too-hot-to-doing-anything visit that I love summer for. Pigging out on grapes, apples, cookies, juice, and sweet tea, Ms U, Ms. R and I basically wasted our time. But it was special because it was wasted together (cue Gilmore Girls-esque music).

I learned many a thing today.

1) Dusting should be done as a regular thing and not when the danger of suffocation by dust overload is a possibility.

2) Beat ghetto useless, energy consuming fans to death--it's very therapeutic.

3) Invest in an AC.

4) Ms. R is scary as hell when hyper and in the vicinity of cookies . . . yup, be warned.

Thanks guys for bearing with the heat monster that is my house/room and chilling today :D

Outgrowing the need for Kleenex

Some pics from the impromptu beach trip with Ms. R, T, and U -

Behold the sex that is my beach hair . . . yup, I didn't think so either.

Fuck you Baywatch, and your lies!

Here's T, keeping us safe and defending our territory from the villainous, food-mongering seagulls.

Thanks, Tre.

-On the ride back-

~*~

Having That 1 Guy's "Oranges" on repeat is probably bad for my sanity, but it sounds SO good.

. . . Just like crack sounds reeally good to a crackhead . . .



Whatever. Who could resist lyrics like:


"Sweeter now, but it was sour last night//eyes full of citrus'cause we got into a fruit fight//sweet like candy, with your tongue to the ground. . . "


-and-


"It's never over 'till the fat fruit gets squeezed (XD!!)//we like to lick it but it stung on the lips//get out the glasses and we'll squeeze 'till it stings//so could you hold another urge back like this"

I never thought that lyrics could be so explicit about fruit, let alone oranges--huh . . . maybe I was just too narrow minded to see their appeal in this certain light . . .

Well, moving on to things non-fruitlove oriented, I had a moment of what I assume is a very 'girl moment', a phrase that I have accumulated much disdain for. This moment involved being pushed to the brink of tears by frustration-anger-disappointment-etc-blah-blah all wrapped into one, but keeping it very much contained--either to prevent being openly vulnerable while still in the situation with the option of expressing it in private later or simply not at all. So yes, my teenage years taught me to recognize my emotional limit and to basically keep my emotions in check enough to sift through them at a later time--as long as I get a chance to be alone. But what sucks is when that private moment doesn't come . . . bc sometimes life is a betch like that. Having no detox period in between, I cracked like a fucking dropped egg by one look from my friend, which blew even more bc we were in a public place.

AWESOME.

I wonder what one is supposed to do in that moment--as the one breaking apart and the one watching it happen. Pshh, what I really wonder is it possible to avoid that moment all together, but I highly doubt it is. Oh, well. I guess I'll have to try to be emotionally healthy and address my emotions instead of ignoring them. Childhood was so nice . . .

Anyway, it made me think that if I really believe that crying is not a weakness, given the situation of course, why do I treat it as much when I'm the one tearing up? Especially if other people witness it.

Yes, I got myself out of the original situation with a stone cold resolve that was not one bit faked, so hell yes that's a brownie point for me. But needing that pause to assess the build-up of emotions--and the lack there of resulting in a public display of emotion--pissed me off. And underneath that annoyed anger was disappointment.

I guess control is one of the issues at hand: not being able to let it go or keep it contained enough to express it waaay later (when I'd be alone). Which ties in the embarrassment or shame (okay so I wouldn't go as far as shame bc betch so what if I had a kleenex moment) for losing that control.

I don't know--I felt like a hypocrite for judging myself so harshly, while telling others that it was okay to share the tears and the situation attached to them.

Am I wrong in thinking that the frustration-anger-disappointment-etc-etc-blah-blah combo is expressible in other ways, without crying. Is it plausible to believe that I would outgrow the need for tears (exclusive of extremes like illness or death)?

I wonder if guys have to deal with this introspective-philosophizing crap? If not . . . major penis envy -_-

'When at first you don't succeed, try, try again' . . . unless you repeatedly fail. . . seriously, wth is wrong with you?

Maybe I didn't have enough patience before, so, let's try this again.

A day (7.24.09) with Ms. U involved the following:

I remember stumbling into this community garden when I was younger with another friend, and thought it was awesome and beautiful. At the time, it was still contained within a good sized chain-link fence area set roughly in the middle of the building complex(es).

The garden now encompasses a good amount of the open area shared by the complex(es), way beyond the confines of the fence :D

The bird Ms. U and I spent waaaaay too long hovering over. It seriously did not care (and so stood in that position) about us going all Nation Geographic on it with all the photos we kept taking nor the slow creeping closer to it.

No, it wasn't dead.

I checked.

Did not expect corn . . .

It's like a before and after pic . . .

Loitering in Starbucks . . .

So many more pictures, but so little patience for slow uploads. Go . . . use your imagination for the rest :D

Ah . . .

Dear Diary,



Today was simply the best day. [insert generic male name here] glanced at me today. At least I think he did . . . well what matters is that it was in my direction--I almost melted right there. And so I rushed home to immortalize the monumental moment . . .




So this is what I thought a blog ultimately came down to. I still think that it serves as a viral diary in its simplest form for others to read, which it hopefully won't be for me but probably will eventually become, as I have no talents in the culinary, arts, sciences, or anything that falls in between. But it will force--ahem--I mean encourage me to write about my life or the happenings that occur around me, which will hopefully allow me to go beyond the surface and notice the things that fall through the cracks of my attention or are overlooked after a glance.



So, here it goes:


Dear Diary . . .




But seriously I did have a great day. Hung out with the lovely Ms. U and had a pretty chill day. Power walked to the local bakery and bought baked goods and cold caffeine, which hit the sweet tooth and coffee addiction really well. Then walked to a beautiful community garden that we didn't belong to and loitered among cultivated nature. After the soul-searching conversation and picture taking--of ourselves, flowers, trees, and one bird ofr an abnormally long time--we decided to play some non-intense frisbee, which I gotta admit is my favorite kind. Then we loitered ever more, but now at Starbucks, and talked about employment prospects, or the lack there of.


. . . It made me miss the Dr.Phil convo from before. But all ended well with a walk back to our respective abodes in the summer-cool (meaning warm with some breeze) night air.



Too bad the pics can't upload from my computer to here. . . gotta love how easy technology makes my life.