girls' night in.

So, sometimes I forget just how much I love girls' night. Spending the evening cooking delicious food and watching trash television can really make you forget all the work you have to do in the next two weeks before school's out. 

Although that may not be a good thing.

But it was definitely necessary for my sanity. 

We decided to make fajitas. Jenna (left) is the only one of us who
can actually cook, so we left her with most of the "hard work."
Like cutting the chicken. Ew.

Yes, this cheese dip looks disgusting, and yes, it was absolutely fantastic.

I cut these up all by myself. I was ridiculously proud. 

Of course, I made Jenna actually cook them. I don't really like stoves.

Beth is the only one who really wanted the onions. So we decided she could be the one to cry through it.

Although the plums were kind of mealy and the strawberries were overripe, this was still one of the best fruit salads I've ever had.


All in all, it was a good nightAnd exactly what I needed.

And now it's time to get to work.


dirty streets where i belong.


So. The City?
Yes, please.

All my life I've felt like I was born in the wrong place. Don't get me wrong, I love my house, and I love my family. However, living in Topeka, Kansas has always suffocated me a little [a lot]. It's not like Topeka is a small town, not by any measurement. It's just...NOT where I wanted to be. The highlight of a month would be when my mother would take me shopping with her in Kansas City. I loved how the buildings would make even my mother seem small (and my mother was larger than life to me as a child). There's just something magical about the concrete and metallic jungle of the city.

Next month, my mother is taking me to New York City for the first time, and I am beyond excited. I am definitely going to be the obnoxious tourist with the camera glued to my face (Although I frequently have a camera glued to my face, not that anyone there would know that). So expect lots of pictures. In fact, the amount of pictures I take will probably be embarrassing. That squirrel in a tree in central park? Yeah, that'll be uploaded here next month. My first bite of pizza? My second bite of pizza? Yeah, those too

I've always felt like a misfit in my town. What I love about big cities is that no one belongs, and so in a way it is the only place where everyone belongs. Someday, I'll make the city my home, but until then, I suppose I'll just keep dreaming.

Title song: "This is My City" -Timothy Victor


clair de lune.

Zahrah Selima

Do you ever glance into the mirror and wonder if the person staring back at you is really you, if those thoughts in your head are reflected back or if they've somehow lost themselves in translation?  

Do you ever catch a passing glimpse of your reflection in a window and marvel how you are a brief part of its endless movie? Or are you saddened by the knowledge that the window only exists to echo the lives of others, that it's nothing more than an interruption between realities?

Do you ever lean out over the water and question which world is real, if everything is solid and concrete or if the truth is actually fluid like the distorted images beneath you?

I used to lay in bed at night listening to the thoughts fighting their way in and out of consciousness, all the while doubting my substantiveness. Do I think therefore I am, or do I think therefore I can follow some pre-designed plan? It's a strange feeling to try to untangle myself from the cacophony in my mind. I never truly see myself changing because I am always here, constantly familiarizing myself with the change before I can recognize its newness. It's only when I take a step back from myself that I can see how far I've come from that quiet little girl in the corner of the library. Suddenly I can look in the mirror and realize that I am different. The change hides in the rote of living; it hides in the endless monotony of days that I discover may not have been so monotonous at all, because here I am ten years later, finally content with the world and my place in it. It's nice to look in the mirror and find that, although I am not the same person I used to be, I am proud of the person I've become and excited for all of the sneaky changes to come.


Happy Velociraptor Awareness Day!

Never forget.

Other weird holidays today:

  • National Stress Awareness Day
  • National Wear Your Pajamas to Work Day (I hope everyone participated in this one)
  • Pet-Owners Independence Day (a.k.a. The day humans overthrew their worst oppressors) 

Fear us.

And for tomorrow, get ready to do absolutely nothing, because it's National Hanging Out Day.

I love that there's something to celebrate every day (no matter how odd it may seem). I think we all need a little more celebration in this world.

So get crazy. 

But not too crazy.


Jump-start my kaleidoscope heart.

Things that I love. For today, at least.

cinnamon coffee cake

1) Coffee cake. Specifically, my mother's homemade coffee cake. It makes me want to bake something, which (let me tell you) does not come naturally to me. Maybe next year, when I have my own apartment (i.e. My own oven. And dishwasher.), I'll attempt to cook a meal entirely by myself. For right now, though, I'll stick with lukewarm cafeteria food and Easy-Mac.


2) Dandelions. Or pretty weeds in general. But mostly dandelions. They're just so adorable. Also, did you know that you could eat dandelions? I mean, I hate to cook, but I do love to eat. 

tattoo, inside of right arm

3) Really awesome literary tattoos. I don't know if I will ever get a tattoo, because a) I change my mind daily, and I'm not loving the thought of having something inked on my body forever; b) I'm broke, and I'd rather spend any extra money on cultivating what will someday be an awesome bookshelf; and c) Um, shots are one thing. Having someone drill into my skin repeatedly for hours is not my idea of a great afternoon. However, If I was to get a tattoo, it would definitely have to be as cool as this.

When you were young.

loves me,

Because it's not like I believe in everlasting love...

'Cause the season's change was a conduit.

Nothing feels as good as fresh green grass.  
My future roomie and I
Louisiana Street Band

There's nothing like going to a concert on a lovely spring evening. A hint of summer hangs almost tangible in the air, and I hold onto it as if it's my dying wish. I need to feel the sun again.

After a long winter, you forget the feel of sweet grass between your toes; you forget that strange mystery-meat scent that could only be burning hot dogs on the grill; you forget how music in the open air can keep you dancing long after you should be too tired to move.

Tonight reminded me of everything I've been missing for the past nine months. As the night cooled down and my skin began to goosebump-prickle, I put on a jacket without a moment's melancholy, because I knew I'd be lying outside barefoot and warm very soon. 


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