Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Instagram, Etc...

I got a letter today, and took a picture, and put that picture on Instagram.

I've been meaning to mention the fact that I'm now on board with Instagram forever, since apparently that's what bloggers do, i.e. "Here! look at all my other social media!" Which I guess I don't mind.

The main point though is that this letter was fantastic. Never was one so talented in the art of putting there personality into words and punctuation as my beloved pen pal Rach.
[Okay, maybe one was, but out of the people who direct this skill at me I'd say she takes the cake.]
That is all.

Saturday, May 25, 2013


Well I've turned my blog template upside-down.
I'm not sure how I feel about that yet so just bear with me as I flip things around, probably a few more times.

How do you like it for now?

In other news: I got A Tale of Two Cities from the library and my sister gets here in THREE WEEKS!!!

Update: I put it back to my original. It just felt so dark. So basically, you can ignore all that happened.

Friday, May 24, 2013

Books to Breathe

Today I re-read my favorite novel for the umpteenth time.
It's called The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society. That is its name.

I saw this picture and I thought "I really need to go to a library, as soon as possible."
I need to read something, something to get my mind moving again. Books, you know, they're a little like oxygen.
Somehow, since the end of school I've managed to let my life stop.
And the last few days have been better, but I have not felt like posting at all.
So I hope this explains why I've been hopelessly unable to post anything... at least a little.

Monday, May 20, 2013


I finally saw the new movie last night with my cousin. It was quite fun. We're good cousins.

I thought it was wildly appropriate that they put Nick in a sanatorium and made it a frame tale. Novels and movies about the lost generation always make me feel all turned around.
I wonder if this is because I am a lost sort of person or because they have that effect on everyone.
At the end of the movie (and the book) I feel so let down when Gatsby crumbles, as though I were Nick and I have this inexplicable hope in him. That is because for a time he makes the pointless everything seem like it had a point. Why did the twenties have to be so hopeless and pointless? They were so beautiful in all other regards.

Obviously, after seeing the movie I want to read the book again, but I'm not sure I won't be very lost if I do that. It's a bit like the Modern Art Effect.... or is that just me too?

Saturday, May 18, 2013


I've been in the States less than a year, and had a phone even less time than that, and yet I fear I am. Guilty. So guilty.
I am absolutely glued. And, sadly, getting worse. I'm even posting this from my phone. I need to chuck it off a bridge or something but that feels drastic.
Between a rock and hard place.
What have I become?


Just a few weeks ago, in a literature class I took, we read Margaret Atwood's "Death by Landscape." It was insightful.
What I'm getting at is, she was worth reading, listening to.
And then I saw this.

Bam! Spring is almost over! I've been missing it!
Get out there!

Friday, May 17, 2013


When I was little we lived in France. I spoke French at school and English at home. I could keep up just fine. I understood everyone and they understood me. However, idioms were not my thing. My fourth grade teacher told my mom that's how she could tell I wasn't French; I didn't have an accent but sometimes you could tell I was translating things directly over from English in my head. It was the way of saying things, not the saying them that was hard.
Culture gives us the pictures for things. When you want to explain something, you put the picture into words and hand it off. You learn the way of saying the picture and that's an idiom.
I'm not sure how much of the confusion was due to idioms and how much was just because I'm not exactly one to think along the same lines as most people.
At any rate, thank goodness I had my parents to teach me English idioms, or I wouldn't have had anything to translate.

Thursday, May 16, 2013

Daily Dishonesty

Have you heard of Daily Dishonesty? They have a shop where they sell T-shirts, hoodies, prints, and canvases with little sayings that people throw out all the time but don't really mean.
Here are a few more. Some remind me of me. Do any remind you of you?

Wednesday, May 15, 2013


This is how I feel upon waking.

I have a love/hate relationship with my dreams, and a love/hate relationship with this feeling of waking to the reality of them.
I love that they feel so real. I hate that they didn't happen.
I wake terrified that they were true.
I dream I've got something accomplished and I wake to find it hasn't been.

Even the worst nightmares I have have nothing to do with what actually happens.
for example
I dream I haven't finished my homework and wake startled. I spend the whole day (in reality) feeling like I've forgotten to do something.
I'm writing a paper in my dream but I've no idea what it's about and I'm writing nonsense and I have a headache, in my sleep, a headache, ridiculous. Again, I spend the whole of the following day feeling as though I've forgotten something or left something undone.
I watch a movie, an action movie or a murder mystery, and walk around in my dreams doing ordinary things and being terribly paranoid and/or with a headache, again.

But sometimes I just dream that I was with my friends, and maybe it'll be nice to tell them that when I see them.
I'll just enjoy the memory we've made.


What if we had three eyes, instead of two?
We'd look at all the animals with two eyes and wonder what that was like. And people from the 50s would have thought that's why dogs only see black and white.
We would see all kinds of things. Maybe we'd have better space perception.
We wouldn't be so symmetrical. It'd be hard to put makeup on. You'd get too much eyeliner on one eye and then have to redo the other two. What a pain.
And your three eyes would look into someone else's three eyes and you'd think that was totally normal.

I don't know.
Just go with it.

Maybe Not...

Today my mother and I tried out some yoga poses and during part 2 I nearly fell over. (If you try that 5 minute set, you'll laugh at me for falling over.)

We've been exercising. Maybe yoga is really not our thing though.

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

My [Hannah] Banana

I'm pretty sure my sister is fantastic.
Her name is Hannah. She's younger than me but she looks older. And that's ok. Because when we're old, I'll still look younger.
She's obsessed with chickens. Don't ask me why. Umbrellas are more my thing.
She plays basketball, like wayyyy better than I do. She sings great... greatly... whatever; and she plays all kinds of instruments: guitar, piano, some violin.
She's smarter than she thinks. She catches me doing dumb stuff all the time. And I feel stupid, but it's ok because it's a laughing, funny stupid.
She's funny all the time. She can make me laugh when I'm crying. She always makes me laugh when I'm mad at her, which is infuriating, but also funny.
She's way cool. Like really.

And together: that's the best.

1 month, 1 day. I can't wait to see my Banana!
We're going to have our best adventures yet  ;)

Monday, May 13, 2013


So sorry I haven't been posting. On saturday on our way home from a night in Virginia with family we ran a flat tire and wound up in Maryland for the night.
Lucky for us we were rescued by some friends.

Today we took Momma to a belated Mothers' Day brunch. <3

Anyway, that's by way of explaining my abscense.


So here's a question: is my hair still too short for headbands? I think I am on the cusp of being able to use them again. Any opinions out there?

Because this and similar photos are making me want to give it a go.

Ah Pinterest... it's a love hate thing. 

Friday, May 10, 2013

The Blah

I need to paint.
I have accomplished nothing.
Tomorrow I paint.

With this as consolation and motivation I shall soldier through.

Thursday, May 9, 2013


I haven't been writing.
Here is my simple confession.

I've been sleeping, and watching Inspector Lewis.

Oh, and occasionally I go practice driving around.

Friday, May 3, 2013

Well Well Well

Well, finals are over! I must say I completely dropped the ball on "Au revoir April! Hello May!" in the mix.

I'll just leave you with this in celebration of the beginning of summer: a promise to do better and a happy little poster.