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music for your Monday

2012-02-13T09:13:00.000-08:00

Settle Down by Kimbra

music for your Monday

2012-02-06T08:15:00.000-08:00

Been awhile.

happy new years!

2011-12-30T16:32:00.001-08:00

lately

2011-11-21T14:41:00.000-08:00

music for your Monday

2011-11-21T10:07:00.000-08:00

Alabama Shakes

music for your Monday

2011-11-14T13:24:00.000-08:00

Goyte featuring Kimbra.

So the video is kinda creepy. And kinda cool at the same time.

music for your Monday

2011-11-07T13:23:00.000-08:00

The Head and the Heart. Lost in My Mind.

Some mellow Monday music.

film

2011-10-26T13:49:00.000-07:00

Back home always looks best in film. From a recent trip home to Wilton.

1459

2011-10-13T18:08:00.000-07:00

A few months ago three of my roommates moved out. Although two only moved an entire block away we've missed each other like crazy so we made sure we made up for it with brunch, our favorite meal to share together!

walking talking eating

2011-10-13T17:47:00.000-07:00

My mom came to visit a few weeks ago and I walked that woman all over the city, eating the entire time. Visits from Mom are the best. Especially when she comes loaded with five boxes of multi-grain Cheerios, cookies, and movies.

music for your Monday

2011-09-19T18:13:00.001-07:00

music for your Monday

2011-09-05T02:29:00.000-07:00

My friend Paul claims this is better than Lauryn Hill's Tell Him. I don't know. It's beautiful, but better?

Seeing as it's one of my favorite Lauryn Hill songs, I'd say it's right up there but not surpassing.

zazie

2011-09-02T10:11:00.000-07:00

My roommate and I have decided that once a month we're going to start taking ourselves out for a nice breakfast. We dragged ourselves out of bed and began our new tradition at Zazie, a cute neighborhood restaurant in Cole Valley.

Let me tell you.

It was worth it.

soy chai tea lattes

my roommate

her gingerbread pancakes with a lemon sauce and my french toast with strawberry and mint butter

perhaps

2011-08-30T13:09:00.000-07:00

If I watch these videos enough I'll actually be excited about school...

A Brief History of Title Design from Ian Albinson on Vimeo.

music for your Monday

2011-08-29T17:00:00.000-07:00

Fangela by Here We Go Magic

bits of my apartment

2011-08-27T00:52:00.000-07:00

cosmos and sweet peas from the Ferry Building Farmer's Market

I held out for the most perfect globe. And I found it.

embroidered inside jokes

still alive

2011-08-25T01:26:00.000-07:00

Things you have not been informed of

awkward dates
I'm awkward to begin with. Throw food into the picture and things get slightly embarrassing. I may have missed my mouth and hit my cheek when I tried to eat some fries. Thought "if I drink this Jameson and ginger I'll calm down. But how do I get the drink to my mouth without my shaky hand spilling it everywhere?!" I'm lucky it didn't dribble down my chin.

Now throw a man in there and things just get ugly. Then have that man ask me fifteen minutes into the date how many children I want and what my political and religious views are and every single question under the sun that should wait to present itself wayyyy after fifteen minutes. Then you'll have me informing him that my father is a conservative man who lives on a large property and owns many guns. He also, might I add, is very handy with a shovel.

Oh yes. I did say that. And he still wanted to go out again. Demented, this man. I chose to not accept his second date invitation. Which has been a little awkward when I see him around work...

scars
Three to be exact. Four if you count the mental scar. My brain is still healing from having to listen my hospital roomie (319B) leave the television on at full volume for SIX. FULL. DAYS. STRAIGHT. The Nanny at 3am anyone? Did you know they play the exact same episodes three hours later?? I didn't. Good thing I was stuck there so I could find out for you.

Things I learned in my hospital visit:
• I have excellent veins. Shoulda been a druggie.
• After a few days it gets easier to maneuver an IV stand into the bathroom.
• Pretty certain the hospital gown I was wearing was worn years ago when my mother was born at that hospital. My grandpa probably even wore that same exact robe when he went in to surgery. Those gowns are so classic that they've never felt the need to change them.
• Talk a lot and ask questions like -"oooh what is that thing?!" when they're prepping you for surgery. You'll probably get on their nerves and they'll knock you out faster. Worked for me.
• Do not leave your iPod two hundred miles away before entering a hospital for six days.
• Always shower. Hospital life is rough but you are not camping. You never know when an extremely hot EMT is going to wheel you down to have a CT scan and you do not want to look like you've been hit by a stolen station wagon and left to die. Damn. That was unfortunate.
• Do tell your best friend that you're in Sacramento so that she doesn't drive two hours to San Francisco to find that there is no Sutter Memorial Hospital there. You will be laughing when she calls you from San Francisco but eventually you'll feel guilt. And then you will begin laughing again in 23 seconds.
• FACT: Doctors do not believe that twenty four year old virgins exist. I am a modern day mystery.

roomies moving out, newbies moving in
Three moved out, two of which only moved a block away. So now I share my bathroom with a boy. And I gotta say, it's quite nice. Not to mention, when a boy moves in he brings all his toys. Toy. Television. Huge, massive, ginormous television. I could probably watch it from across the street without squinting. It's that big. Also, you can talk about things that past girl roommates didn't enjoy talking about. Like bathroom humor. Because really, everybody passes gas!

neighbor drama
Woah, boy. Remember that kiss from last fall? Turns out that at that time neighbor had (and still has) a girlfriend. Well guess who found out about that kiss? Yeah. The girlfriend. And guess who got a text while laying in the hospital bed, asking if she and I "could talk?" Yep. That was fun. These are the days I'm glad for my innocence, glad I didn't even know what she was talking about when she asked if we did certain things together, glad I had no idea she had existed at the time, glad that I was not the one intentionally wronging another. But mostly I'm just glad that he moved out last week so I don't have to see his slimy self anymore.

And that's what you've missed.

Well, the major things at least.

yes please

2011-06-06T21:03:00.000-07:00

Lavender Era Bag at Anthro

Lately I've been all about the cross-body bags. They're so much more comfortable and the small size really helps to reduce the amount of junk most girls like to jam in their bags. They're also easier to grab onto when I'm sprinting for the bus. And this one... well, this one is just just pretty.

And I want it.

music for your Monday

2011-06-06T15:29:00.001-07:00

La Sera

I love this city

2011-05-30T14:40:00.000-07:00

Now that I've got a school free month I'm going to take the time to actually soak in this amazing city I live in. The other day I nearly walked from one side of the city to the other, and although it ended with cold winds and a few blisters, it was the most relaxing, enjoyable thing I've done lately.

music for your Monday

2011-05-30T14:31:00.000-07:00

Metric- Don't Think Twice It's Alright (Bob Dylan cover)

days of summer

2011-05-17T01:31:00.000-07:00

Please come. Please come now.

music for your Monday

2011-05-16T05:00:00.000-07:00

The Submarines » The Beatles from The Voice Project on Vimeo.

apply here

2011-05-08T02:50:00.000-07:00

Now accepting applications from all who are interested in switching lives with me for the next week and a half. Must be willing to schlep cupcakes, write some grade A papers, design a couple books, produce a few portfolios, forgo sleep, and prepared for possible electrocution while working on the biggest waste of a good light bulb project ever. No need apply if you actually want to enjoy life.

oh Diana

2011-05-03T00:13:00.000-07:00

A few weeks ago I finally got the roll of film that's been in my Diana for months developed.

Hopefully I'll get some more opportunities after these finals are over (three weeks!) to snap some more photos. Already making lists of all the things I want to do on my mini vacation from school.

Its going to be wonderful.

back home in the country

home in the city

happy Easter!

2011-04-24T03:16:00.000-07:00

my brother and I. Easter. Some year a long time ago.

To me, Easter is a pretty new dress, a soulful Sunday service, and family around the table, catching up on new happenings and laughing about old memories.

Although this won't be the first Easter I've ever worked, this is the first Easter that I won't be seeing my family.

Not too thrilled about that one.

After Jesus, family is my favorite part of Easter. Some of my favorite childhood memories come from Easter Sunday at my Auntie Margaret and Uncle Ed's house in the foothills. I always had a pretty new dress, the women always cooked roast beef, mashed potatoes, green beans, and there were always always a few bowls teeming with olives on the table. I would fiddle with Uncle Ed's clock safe and then Auntie Margaret's huge seashell while the adults hid the eggs. And the eggs. The eggs! Hard boiled and hand dyed. I wish all eggs popped out of chickens so colorfully. After I found all the eggs Grandma would hand me my Cool Whip tub full of Tootsie Rolls, Skittles and Jellybeans. And then the men would take all the kids for a long walk while the women gossiped and cleaned up after lunch. The walk was my favorite. It always will be.

I think I'll be going for a walk today. And although I'll be by myself, I know I can think back on all those walks from Easters past and realize that, even though I'm not with them today, they will always be with me.

here lies the story of the rooftop narc

2011-04-20T00:56:00.000-07:00

I love the roof of our apartment. Its where I go to unwind and be by myself. Its where I go when I need to cry. Its where I go to enjoy root beer floats with my roommates on those rare sunny days in the Sunset. Its where I go for good views. Its where I had my first kiss.

A few Mondays ago, after a long, frustrating day at school, nothing sounded better than a bottle of cold pear cider on top of the roof. I got home, rallied the roomies, grabbed some cider for me and some beer for them at the liquor store, and we took our guitars up.

After about an hour of jamming, singing, drinking, and giggling, I came up with the bright idea of walking across our next door neighbors roof for a photo op and one of my roommates followed to see if the view was any different from ours. Although I stepped lightly, the next door neighbor on the third floor, apparently, was not fond of this idea.

He popped up out of some skylight like a gopher on a mission and demanded that we leave the roof, OUR roof, immediately. To which we politely and genuinely responded with "we're so sorry! Were we bothering you?" This man, this rooftop narc, goes on and on about how he's heard us walking on his roof before and had called our landlord to complain, about how we should only be on the roof if there was an emergency, like a fire.

A FIRE?! Let me tell you, the roof is the last place I would want to be if there was a fire.

He then proceeds to demand we get off immediately and says he is going to watch us until we are all off.

So I took my time.

Because who deemed him hall monitor?

Let me wrap up:

Landlord comes over an hour later, tells us the narc called, and that the next time he catches us up there he has permission to phone the police. THE POLICE? For being on our own roof?

Yep.

Some people are just charming little fun-suckers that like to suck all of the fun out of life. They are most often found preying on those who are too busy enjoying life to be doing things like ruining other people's afternoons.

music for your... past month

2011-04-20T00:15:00.000-07:00

With school all day four days a week and then work taking over the other three, life has been a little hectic and I haven't had much of a chance to do anything other than homework, if even that. I hope to soon post some photos and some odd little recent ramblings, like the man behind me at the bus stop saying "psst! Young lady! You are cuter than a pair of handmade shoes. You tell that special someone back home I said that." Just know that when the posts finally start a-flowin' it means I'm avoiding my homework. Actually, that's exactly what I'm doing right now...

Man oh man, wouldn't I love to be walking through the courtyard of the Louvre with a tambourine right now instead of washing the dirty dishes that have piled up in the sink.

distractibility

2011-03-21T17:07:00.000-07:00

I just took a test on the NY Times website on distractibility. According to my test results, I can handle several levels of distractions without actually being distracted.

So how is that ONE test in the sidebar of the NY Times website distracted me from doing the completely unrelated research I was supposed to be doing for my paper?

And now I'm blogging. Oh the irony...

Feeling pretty good about myself. At twenty four I have outsmarted a test on the NY Times.

Because heaven knows my true distractibility score is very VERY low.

music for your Monday

2011-03-21T07:00:00.000-07:00

This song makes me want summer. Not that I didn't want summer already...

lucky me

2011-03-17T09:57:00.000-07:00

any holiday that promotes my favorite color and sitting down for a drink with friends is alright by me

... so in celebration I've decided to skip my first class

Let's talk about pinchers for a bit.

You know... the over zealous pinchers.

Who search for green and upon finding their victim is without

pinch the smithereens out of them.

I think these people should suffer.

Those sadistic folks who come out to torture and tease on St. Patrick's Day.

Then again

if you're not wearing green

what can I say.

You had it coming.

love

2011-03-14T01:44:00.000-07:00

best friends that come to visit for a stress relieving day full of lots of food and laughter. Needed that one.

seen

2011-03-10T23:00:00.000-08:00

music for your Monday

2011-03-07T07:00:00.000-08:00

I might maybe may have had a dance party with myself on Saturday morning to this song.

Okay, yesterday too.

I pledge

2011-03-06T22:20:00.000-08:00

To never steal my future husband's manhood by making him carry my purse.

That's all.

mail time

2011-02-28T23:49:00.000-08:00

dear old korean man,
Why would you push me out of the way when I was clearly holding the bus door open so other people could get off first? I mean, it was raining. Not kind. Not kind at all. Take note. Old men are supposed to be gentlemen.

dear kinkos lady with pink streaks in your hair,
Although I thoroughly detest the business you work for but am forced to frequent it, you made my unfortunate trip much better by recognizing my honesty and not charging me for the paper upgrade. Thanks for saving me four dollars.

dear boy on the bus yesterday afternoon,
Trim your nails. Gross.

dear roomie,
Thanks for texting me last week to get my girl scout cookie order in advance. I am now in thin mint bliss.

dear evil condescending research professor,
You need a boyfriend. Or a puppy. Maybe a plant to nurture. Although I'm sure you'd end up making them all miserable. Much like you make my Tuesday evenings from six to nine.

dear upstairs neighbor,
Thank you for providing hours of entertainment with your drunkenness last Friday. I am still laughing.

dear space heater,
I love you.

dear homeless man,
If you were really hungry like you said you were then you would've taken the crackers I offered. Right?

dear big tissue paper flower balls hanging from my ceiling,
You make every day party day.

dear Christian the hot window washer,
The windows at work have water spots from all this rain. Please come wash them. Please. Preferably during a customer draught.

dear living room rug,
It would be lovely if you would vacuum yourself. Thanks.

dear people in general,
chill out.

dear fish I got for my birthday,
I'm trying my best to make your living situation comfortable. Please don't die on me.

dear self,
THIS is not helping you get your paper written. Stop. Stop now. Funny how you can think of lots to blog about when you shouldn't be blogging....

homework has its upsides

2011-02-28T23:02:00.000-08:00

Like discovering super cool design websites.

Check it.

Kelli Anderson

By the way, one of my classes has a blog on here that we had to upload our research assignment to last week. Unfortunately, it just so happens to be on the same dashboard as this blog, and I almost posted this blog's stuff on that blog. Whoopsey daisies!

Close one.

music for your Monday

2011-02-28T22:29:00.000-08:00

Cocoon.

I always sing in stores with stuffed animals atop my head. Don't you?

Right now I'm avoiding writing a paper. So I'm watching Blogotheque, drinking hot chocolate and painting my nails hot pink. And now every time I glance down at my nails I think they're bleeding. My fingernails just aren't used to nail polish darker than ballet slippers.

je veux

2011-02-21T22:22:00.000-08:00

Fresh flowers. In a vase. In my apartment. Immediately.

Today I was walking home from a study session in a creperie (bad idea for someone who is easily distracted) when I saw (okay, I heard it first) a guy with a ukelele singing oh oo bee doo, I wanna be like you-oo-oo, I wanna walk like you, talk like you, too-oo-oo.

And on top of the sheer awesomeness of hearing Jungle Book on a uke? A super adorable couple dancing to it.

Quite possible one of my favorite seen and heard moments living in the city.

image taken in Paris, 2008.

music for your Monday

2011-02-21T22:00:00.001-08:00

Amazing album. If you don't have it, get it. Now.

It's made many a bus ride more bearable.

In particular last Saturday when the bus driver missed the 19th Avenue freeway exit and it took an extra twenty minutes to get home.

My favorite month.

2011-02-17T06:00:00.000-08:00

February is my favorite

moonth becus it is my

Borthbay on February 17.

And I git presits and

cake. Ya to day is my

Bothday. Yoo Yoo Yoo Yoo

Ya Ya.

Nicely said, first grade Courtney. Nicely said.

Yoo yoo yoo yoo ya ya.

never have I been so happy to be at school

2011-02-14T12:39:00.000-08:00

If yesterday was any indication of what today would be like, then it is most likely crazy busy at work right now. Because apparently getting cupcakes for your other is the thing to do. As of last night? Our little cupcake shop had forty six deliveries lined up for today, the dreaded V-day.

Now don't get me wrong, I don't dread it for the singledomness I seem to be doomed to (by the way, I have 3 days left to find a husband*). I've disliked Valentines day for the past eight years because unfortunately, I also happen to be doomed to work in the service industry. You know, I'm really looking forward to the day when Valentines Day isn't the craziest day of the year. That would be kinda nice, I'd welcome it openly, commercialism and all. I would never turn down flowers.

Well, maybe carnations.
Not a fan.

What am I saying? I'd still take 'em.

I haven't heard from my valentine yet... Dad. I guess mom gets priority.

mom and dad, before mom had to share her valentine

I did, however, see the boy that I would like to be my valentine in the bookstore about an hour ago. But seeing as I am wearing the same shirt as yesterday and I have major bags under my eyes from late night homework sessions, I did the "oh please don't see me please don't see me" scream in my head.

It worked.

Happy Valentines Day everybody! May it be filled with lovely mushy sentiments.

*I think that deserves a whole post.

music for your Monday

2011-02-07T12:45:00.001-08:00

How about a little Sam for your Monday?

If you can't handle all of the soulful backstory in the beginning, then go ahead and cheat, the song really picks up at 2:45.

and I am now officially the apartment creeper

2011-02-06T02:20:00.001-08:00

When I stepped off the bus after my Friday shift there was a beautiful sunset with this amazing light beautifying spots that normally look hideous. So naturally I run to my apartment to grab my camera.

I kinda got the shot I was looking for and decided to head to the rooftop of my apartment to take some more photos of the gorgeous light. I climbed up the fire escape, past my upstairs neighbors' bedroom and hallway windows, to the roof where I proceeded to get some decent shots.

This is where things begin to get awkward.

So I'm climbing back down the ladder, and I notice two of the guy's bedroom windows that hug the fire escape have their lights on. I think to myself oh geez, I so do not want to be the apartment creeper, let's take this nice and easy and not make any noise.

Easy enough, right?

No. Not easy enough.

In my attempt to be quiet, I accidentally kick over the barbeque grill that they have strategically placed on the fire escape (obviously to catch creepers with). A not so quiet noise springs forth.

I pause to make sure no one heard me, only to look in Jason's bedroom window to see him looking at me with this look of what the hell are you doing. A legitimate look to have plastered on his face.

Because I'm sure I looked totally normal standing in their fire escape surrounded by all of their windows with a fatty camera slung around my neck.

And as I begin to explain that I was up on the roof taking photos of the sunset, Ryder walks by the hallway window, does a double take, then opens the window to ask me what the hell are you doing? With a camera? By our windows? Thankfully it is said with laughter following it.

I try explaining. Again.

AND THEN.

Then Andrew walks by the hallway window (Andrew who I've kissed on a few occasions), with his supposedly EX-GIRLFRIEND (that likes to visit it seems at least once a month, hmm... EX-girlfriend seems a little less ex and a little more girlfriend) and the whole vicious awkward cycle begins again.

So take note, my friends. If you plan to take photos on your roof, then you should plan to conceal your camera on the way back down the fire escape, plan to step wisely off of that last rung on the ladder, and plan to not eternalize yourself as the apartment creeper.

On another note, later that night I face planted on someone's lawn because I was in such a hurry to catch the last bus of the night that I completely failed to notice the concrete curb.

And then tonight I got yelled at by the bus driver for bringing my open can of Red Stripe on the bus.

This has been a very classy last thirty-some-odd hours.

conversation

2011-02-02T22:58:00.001-08:00

I had a lovely little awkward conversation with my dad this past weekend.

He was joking about this younger guy at work whose daughter just had a baby and about how he likes to go around the office calling this younger guy "grandpa."

To this I reply
well you don't have to worry about being called that anytime soon. Or maybe ever.

Insert my awkward laugh.
And my dad's raised eyebrows.
Which means I need to explain further.

So I tell him that I used the bob and weave move on the last two guys that tried to kiss me (usage of the words last two guys in front of kiss made the eyebrows go even further from the brow bone).

You see. My dad and I don't talk about these things. Boys. Kissing. Mainly because there's never been much to say before. There's not much to say now. But enough for me to realize (a bit too late) that this is not something I would like to discuss with my father. Ever again.

Unfortunately, I kept going.

I told him details.
What. Was. I. Thinking.

About how one of them was a friend of a friend at a New Years Party. About how when he leaned in I freaked out and ducked.

About how I thought the other one was funny and reminded me of my brother, so that's why I kept talking to him. About how I didn't realize me sticking around and talking to him made it seem like I was interested in anything more than a conversation. About how I bobbed and weaved. Twice. Because he didn't figure it out the first time.

I did, however, conveniently leave out the fact that I was at a bar, he was the bartender, and he was a little scary for a few seconds when he kept asking why I wouldn't kiss him. I told him it was because I like to move slow. But in all honestly, who wants to kiss a smoker who looks and acts just like her brother?! (I later admitted to him that he reminded me of my brother and kissing him would just be wrong. He accepted that answer much better than the first, saying well I wouldn't want to kiss someone that reminded me of my brother either, that would just be wrong!)

So I left out the good stuff but I gave enough details to make me regret bringing it up.

And after all this do you know what my dad told me?
Well you're never going to get a boyfriend if you keep bobbing and weaving.

Thanks Dad. Thanks.

what is this?

2011-01-25T23:33:00.000-08:00

Don't know what its about but I'm most definitely in love with this trailer.

And maybe Ryan Gosling, too.
Must research. Right now.

music for your Monday

2011-01-24T06:00:00.000-08:00

Paper Cities by Other Lives.

I was running through the park in the rain last week when this started playing on my ipod. That's the beautiful thing about shuffle, you can completely forget about a song and then it will randomly pop back up from out of nowhere.

as promised

2011-01-21T23:49:00.000-08:00

nothing spectacular, but it's a decent start to a fairly long dry spell. Went for a walk the other day. It was lovely out.

it is time

2011-01-17T23:21:00.000-08:00

for the photography slump/funk to end.

Tomorrow:
me + camera = reunited in photography bliss

By the way. That's my cat. I miss him.

au revoir 2010

2011-01-04T01:47:00.001-08:00

Not gonna lie, 2010 was pretty good to me. Sure, it had some rough spots, but isn't that just how life goes?

I rang in 2010 with great friends and new confidence.

Celebrated with friends for good reasons, sometimes for no reasons at all.

Moved out and into a brand new city.

Got a new job.

Spent a lot of time on public transit.

And rang in the new year with new friends.

I'm so excited for 2011 and the new promises it brings.

music for your Monday

2011-01-03T10:33:00.000-08:00

I know this song is old news, but it's been my favorite listen for dancing around my living room and ringing in the new year.

happy birthday Pops

2010-12-30T08:03:00.001-08:00

Another year closer to senior discounts.

He's pretty excited.

Last night, as I was looking into the mirror, all I saw was my dad. I have his crinkly eyes, his laugh lines, and his puffy nostrils. I have his humor and I have his habit of getting choked up when I'm talking about something or someone that matters to me. I have his love of ice cream. I have his extreme lack of patience for bad drivers. I have his ability to hold back when I have a really good zinger. And because of him, it's easy to laugh about things that most people get worked up about.

Not bad qualities to find when looking in the mirror.

Thanks for your good genes dad. Love you more than I could say.

music for your Monday

2010-12-20T05:59:00.000-08:00

It's Christmas week! So let's celebrate with the musical stylings of Zee Avi.

it's beginning to look a little like Christmas

2010-12-17T00:14:00.000-08:00

Immediately after getting home from my last final on Tuesday night, I grabbed our free/pathetic looking Christmas tree from the closet (were I had hidden it from myself in order to resist the urge to decorate it instead of study). And then my roommates and I decorated it with pretty little ornaments and lights and snowflakes and popcorn strands.

Man oh man, I love Christmas trees. I love walking home, looking up, and seeing it in our window. It looks pretty gosh darn good for a free fake tree.

And yes.
The ornaments are hung with dental floss.

I like to keep things classy.

p.s.

2010-12-14T02:33:00.001-08:00

After today I will stop using this blog as a complaining outlet in every. single. post.
Because really, complaining is not fun to read, it's only fun to write.
My bad.
Sorry.

aaah what am I doing on here?! Back to studying useless information, stat!

it's 2am

2010-12-14T02:08:00.001-08:00

I am sitting at my desk.
Studying.

I've written three and a half papers in two days.
I've just had my fifth bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch.
My eyes are glazed over like a maple donut.
There is Kleenex shoved up my nose because I am too tired to keep getting a new one.
I've got fifty flashcards splayed out before me and I can't remember why Le Corbusier was important or what the difference is between the Wiener Werkstatte and the Deutscher Werbund.

And yes, regardless of the context, typing "Wiener" at the two in the morning does make me giggle a little.

The day I have been dreading all semester is finally upon me. In less than six hours I will take an exam from a woman who delights in creating confusing questions with "choose the BEST answer" multiple choices. In eight and half hours my hands will feel like they are about to fall off from writing for a little old man who excels in crafting essay exams that make you change your opinion halfway through. Afterwards I will begin studying for and do my homework for my final exam, given by a woman who is so ineloquent (whoa, surprised to see that's actually a word, I guess spellcheck knew I was writing about her) that my brain literally goes numb every Tuesday evening from seven to ten pacific standard time, who failed to inform the class on what our final was to be on, because even she didn't know yet.

It's 2am on Tuesday morning.
And Wednesday could not come sooner.

In other news my roommate found a three foot tall artificial Christmas tree on the sidewalk today. Nothing like a free fake tree to get you into the Christmas spirit.*

*Tinsel included!

music for your Monday

2010-12-13T17:19:00.000-08:00

I'm taking a break from my ridiculous finals cramming and essay writing
(just finished my third essay out of the four I started yesterday, and to top it ALL off, I'm sick and sound like an old lady with emphysema)
to share a little musical delight.

I despise today.
This song reminds me that things will be all better come Wednesday.

2010-12-09T14:17:00.000-08:00

The girl in the quiet space at school is the loudest typer I have ever laid ears on. She is attacking her keyboard so aggressively that I am imagining the keys softly weeping, begging for mercy.

The guy sitting next to me smells like wet dog.

And I have four hours to finish my essay.

I want it to be next Wednesday.

oh thank God. Keyboard abuser just packed her things.

oh geez oh geez

2010-12-08T21:07:00.001-08:00

one of my papers is due tomorrow.

Have I started writing it? No.
Have I fully decided on the topic? Definitely (no, no I definitely have not).

Oh geez oh geez

music for your Monday. Mean reds style.

2010-12-06T23:55:00.000-08:00

I've been in a bit of a funk lately. Creatively and personally.

So tonight after a long day of work I came home and listened to this song on repeat. It always calms me down. Because nothing is better than a little Audrey to help your mean reds.

hey Santa, just in case you were wondering

2010-12-01T02:00:00.000-08:00

these are a few of the things I'd like to find
in/on/near
my stocking Christmas morning.

[1] Tartine Recipe Book Okay, so maybe I'll never bake anything in this book, but at least I can drool over the photos.
[2] Madewell Ice Cluster necklace Because it sparkles.
[3] J Crew leather tote A stylish alternative to my ugly backpack.
[4] Hunter rain boots Walking in the rain in canvas shoes is miserable. I'd much rather be splashing around in these.
[5] Benefit Eye Bright I love this stuff, right now the one I have is nothing but a little nub, its time to restock!
[6] EmersonMade Dahlia Clutch What wish list is complete without one of these adorable clutches?
[7] Paper Source Letter Holder Right now all my mail is sitting in piles on my desk. This would make things much prettier and way more organized.
[8] Anthro rug This would bring some great color into my room and hopefully wouldn't shed like the rug I have in there now.
[9] Baggu bag I don't know if I've professed my love for these on here yet. So... I LOVE THESE. I've already got three or four but I could always use more. They're these great nylon totes that fold up into practically nothing and fit oh so perfectly into my purse. Perfect for shopping, carrying laundry, anything! They make a great gift for friends and family, too, not just yourself (although I will admit, I bought a whole bunch last year and ended up keeping most of them for myself). And there are SO MANY colors to choose from!
[10] J Crew Puffer Jacket San Francisco breezes + rain = no fun without a hood or rain repellent jacket. This one covers all the bases.
[11] Camera Pencil Sharpener I've got a whole bunch of sparkly pencils that I can't use anymore since I don't have a pencil sharpener. This one would do the trick!
[12] Staedtler Pens My mom got these for me last Christmas, I love them so much that I want another set!

What are you all jonesing for this Christmas?

mrs. de alejandro

2010-11-30T22:50:00.000-08:00

here's one of the bridesmaids and the bride.

I really just wanted to show you all my little vintage dress. Got it at a consignment store, couldn't get the zipper to work, took a chance and bought it without trying it on anyways. My mom took it back home with her, replaced the zipper, shipped it over, I tried it on and it fit perfectly! Magic I tell you. I got it in the mail the day before I left for the wedding so unfortunately I didn't get to wash it and I smelled like old lady.

So worth it.

music for your Monday

2010-11-29T18:48:00.000-08:00

This video combines two things I love-

1) Donora's I Think I Like You

and

2) Hula hooping

My roommates think I'm crazy because I like to hula hoop in the living room. And in the kitchen. And down the hallway. With a janky hula hoop that I found at a little asian mart down the street for two dollars and nineteen cents. It's a horrible hula hoop.

But its purple.
And I love it.

going home

2010-11-23T01:07:00.000-08:00

It's funny how you can visit so many amazing spots across the world but home is still the place where its at. There's just something about home that gives this instant relaxation and comfort. Can't wait.

The other day I had a long chat with my dad on the phone. I'm so thankful for my dad. I got a good one.

I'm also thankful for the washer and dryer at my parents house that doesn't make me feed it excessive amounts of quarters. As well as the pot roast, mashed potatoes and gravy that my mom is planning on making for dinner tonight. Oh and the lack of public transportation which means I get to drive my dad's truck and not have to rely on cranky bus drivers for a few days.

Yeah, home sounds good.

music for your Monday

2010-11-22T12:36:00.000-08:00

Can't believe I never heard this song until last week, and then I heard it twice in two complete opposite places! Love it.

West Coast by Coconut Records.

life in SF

2010-11-19T00:15:00.000-08:00

I wrote this a month ago.
And I don't know why I never hit the publish post button.

So here you go. Delayed ramblings.

right now there are four bags chock full of Halloween candy sitting next to me on my bed. So tempting. So so tempting.

In other news.

The Giants are in the World Series! Whaaattt?! I think I brought good luck to San Francisco by moving here. You're welcome SF. And all of you baseballers, if you're rooting for the Rangers, shame on you!

The night clerk at the liquor store up the block knows my name. As does the Amtrak man. As does my boss. This is the extent of people who know my name in San Francisco. Not including my roommates. I don't know how the liquor store clerk knows my name. It's not like I go there often... It's true though. I don't. Their ice cream is overpriced.

I think I may be the most responsible person in my apartment complex. Who takes out the trash on Wednesday nights and sorts the mail? When did I become an adult? Although, my lunch the other day that consisted of scrambled eggs, croutons, and m&m's might reflect differently. Hey, if you had to ride your bicycle fourteen blocks uphill you probably wouldn't frequent the grocery store that often either.

I have become the master procrastinator. Actually, that's not new. I perfected that skill many years ago.

Its funny to me that now I find making seventy five cents a day in tips is ridiculously exciting, when I used to bring in at least one hundred dollars a shift in tips at my old job. Oh how times have changed...

Until Halloween my roommate Lia and I are partaking in what we call Classy October. I'm not sure what all that entails. And I'm not sure why its only for October. We should probably keep it classy year round.

I bought a duvet cover online the other day. Yet I own no duvet to be covered..... Its pretty...

Things I have learned:

San Francisco weather is a bitch. So tempermental. One day freezing sopping wet, the next beautiful.

If you smile at the bus driver when they're driving up a lot of times they'll pull up and open the doors directly in front of you. Unless it's a woman driver. Those ones aren't so friendly.

Cupcake customers don't always appreciate sarcasm.

If you bake your upstairs neighbors a chocolate Guinness cake from scratch for their birthday they will love you forever. But they won't return your dish.

If I am working, it will be a beautiful day out. If I'm not, it's gonna be ugly and cold.

Clean clothes are overrated. If it smells okay, it's going back on the hanger.

Do not wear high heels for an afternoon of shopping. In the rain. Perhaps next time I should bring a rain repellent jacket, galoshes, and umbrella. If only I had any of those, let alone a jacket with a hood.

When you and one of your upstairs neighbors drunkenly kiss, things could be slightly awkward the next time you see him in the stairwell.

Aerosol air fresheners for the bathroom are a joke. Because no matter what, your roommate is going to know there was an unpleasant odor in there at some point. If you don't use they spray, they smell the funky smell. If you do, they smell the air freshener and know the funky smell is lurking behind it. Over share? Sorry. It's been on my mind.

its that time again

2010-11-18T23:51:00.000-08:00

umm, hello most perfect holiday dress EVER. *

Come and join the party in my closet.

*little did I know that scrolling down the page would lead to more beautiful party dresses. Gosh darn you cupcake salary. You make Anthro so unattainable.

music for your Monday

2010-11-15T21:03:00.000-08:00

Today I listened to this song over and over on my walk to work. Because its good.

back from Texas

2010-11-13T22:46:00.000-08:00

Karen made a beautiful bride. Hopefully I'll post some more photos soon, right now I'm exhausted from a week of celebrating!

working on my 27 dresses

2010-11-09T00:10:00.000-08:00

Tonight after class I'm off to Austin, Texas for my friend Karen's wedding! This will make bridesmaid gig number five, I think...

As I was writing her a special note I got to thinking about some of my favorite memories we've made together as friends. There's a lot for living in different states for the majority of our friendship.

Like when we road tripped to Los Angeles for the Price is Right and spent our time in my truck crooning along to Frank Sinatra, getting semis to honk their horns, pretending to be pilots, and chasing down a Little Debbie's delivery truck.

Or when we got kicked out of a hat store for having too much fun.

And the time when we got lost in San Francisco because Karen couldn't read the map and I couldn't read it while I was driving. The funny thing is that now I live right by where we ended up parking and watching the sunset by the ocean.

There's also all of the singing and dancing in the car time that we've accumulated. Every song must have motions.

The trick or treating. In high school. May I just say, it was all her idea.

And I'll never forget the time when she was eating Nerds candy and proclaimed "I love nerds!" and I made the mistake of saying "is that why you're dating Ethan?" Needless to say, Ethan is not the man she will be marrying this Friday (thank goodness, that could've made for an awkward toast).

The thing that makes Karen's wedding super special to me is the fact that we became friends over the fact that we loved weddings so much.

Well, that and the fact that she can do a spot on impersonation of Snow White.

That clinched it for me.

music for your Monday

2010-11-08T00:03:00.000-08:00

on a Monday, imagine that!

So these are the Black Keys, I listened to their album Brothers nearly nonstop for two straight weeks. Not gonna lie, its good.

Not digging the violence in this video, but the music and the sharing of doughnuts from pockets makes up for it.

exploding like spiders across the stars

2010-11-04T06:00:00.000-07:00

From ka·lei·do·scope

2010-11-03T22:38:00.000-07:00

I don't think I ever shared this with you guys. Beautiful, right?
So inspires me to do something stop motion-y.

this city is electric right now

2010-11-01T01:07:00.000-07:00

its an amazing time to be living in San Francisco.

Read this, couldn't have said it better myself.

Tonight, I came home from work, turned on the game, and watched the San Francisco Giants win the World Series. Compared to the other games, it was pretty unexciting, but afterwards, man oh man, was this city the greatest place to be. I might have done multiple happy dances. Up and down the street. And I might not have a voice tomorrow.

So worth it though.

Feels good to be a San Franciscan right now.

After the game my roommates and I headed out and only made it a block down the street, Giants fans had taken over an entire block, there was dancing, cheering, riding on hoods of cars trying to make it through the throngs of people, riding on the bike rack of city buses, a drummer, chanting, and victory champagne popped and splattered on everyone around. I got hugs and high fives from strangers, shouted back and forth in victory with neighbors I have never met, and watched a semi drive through the crowd with people hopping on it like it was normal to hitch a ride on the front.

Here's a taste:

Yes there is a man standing on the bike rack of the bus. And yes, that was a bottle rocket you heard at the end. Love it.

Amazing and so electric.

Can't wait to wear my Giants baseball hat when I fly into Texas next week for my friend Karen's wedding. Here's hoping I survive that trip : )

sometimes

2010-10-27T23:21:00.000-07:00

[paris, 2009]

Sometimes I think it would be nice to have long hair again.

Sometimes I think it would be nice to still live in Paris.

Sometimes I think it would be nice to not spend my entire paycheck on rent and groceries.

Sometimes I think it would be nice to have intelligent professors.

Sometimes I think it would be nice to not work in a cupcakery, surrounded by temptation and patrons who all ask the same questions. Over and over and over again.

Sometimes I think it would be nice to make friends easily.

Sometimes I think it would be nice to not have to depend on undependable public transportation.

But then, I think, I'm in a good place right now. I'm doing something different. I'm doing something for me. And that's nice too.

So it might be challenging and frustrating and ridiculous at times, but that's life, isn't it?

I want these. But I don't need these.

2010-10-18T20:50:00.000-07:00

so I don't know if you've seen these prints by this guy Mico. They're pretty awesome. I want some. I found them here.

what you've missed

2010-10-17T23:25:00.000-07:00

A lot of work at the cupcake place.

A lot of school.

And then a few fun things in between.

Like weddings.

deanna. she was stunning.

carrie. such an adorable bride.

kimmy. jess. me. we like to dance.

And baseball games.

giants vs. dodgers

And Goodwill finds.

an awesome old suitcase.

And friends visiting.

kristina. me. brittany. danielle.

And roomie cocktail parties.

my lovely roomies.

And perpetually waiting for the bus.

not a fan.

Oh and my first kiss.
It was nice.

music for, like... the whole month of September...

2010-10-12T18:57:00.000-07:00

my bad.

I'm sitting here waiting for the most agonizing class ever to start so I opened up my computer and headed to La Blogotheque. To find... they had just posted a video of the Morning Benders! Have you heard of them?

In the fall of 2008 they were my go-to album for the long drives to school. Not gonna lie, they're pretty fun to sing along to. And fun to run to. And fun to do lots of things to.

So here you have it, a much delayed music for your Monday post. On a Tuesday. In October. Because I'm lame and haven't had anytime for my blog friends, who I've missed. A lot.

p.s. I'm listening to it through my headphones as I type this. So I don't even know for sure if it's good all the way through, but then, how could it be bad?

Right? Right.

p.p.s. Holy crap it's over half an hour long. Wish class wasn't starting right now. Enjoy it for me!

boys

2010-09-13T23:55:00.000-07:00

are so confusing.

Yuck. I hate them.

At least for the moment.

Life has been a little hectic with the new job and school, I hope to get back to regular posting soon! So sorry.

so about that interview a few weeks ago...

2010-09-02T21:03:00.000-07:00

I guessed they liked me because they asked me back for a second interview.

And I knew they liked me when they hired me!

Yesterday was my first official day, and, although I am terrified to answer the phone, it went well!

So tomorrow I will head back for my position as a retail cupcake ambassador!

Major perk of the job:
I can eat as many cupcakes as I want while I'm on the clock. Most awesomest job ever? Perhaps!

I think my roommates are more excited about this job than I am- yesterday I brought home a big box full of cupcakes and we had a cupcake tasting party on the floor of our kitchen.

Aaah roomie bonding.

music for your Monday

2010-08-23T11:06:00.000-07:00

Sophie Madeleine singing Take Your Love With Me

sf street food festival

2010-08-22T01:22:00.000-07:00

My roommates and I decided to make an afternoon of the San Francisco Street Food Festival. It was amazing and incredible and delicious. If I hadn't gotten so ridiculously full I would have never left.

[there were so many people, way overwhelming but completely worth it]

[vietnamese tacos]

[adobe chicken, eaten with a spoon, the meat fell right off the bone]

[figs wrapped in prosciutto... amazing]

[strawberry horchata]

[gourmet s'mores]

[this girl added a sweet little touch to her hat with a sprig of lavender]

[peach lemon verbena popsicle from BiRite, best popsicle ever]

[the end.]

2010-08-20T00:03:00.001-07:00

dear scientists,
please invent something awesome that could turn our memories into movies so we could watch them over and over again without loosing any details. So that we could project them on a wall to share with all our friends because sometimes our words fail to accurately describe the scene we once saw.

dear homeless man,
that was not a baby on my shoulder. It was a grocery bag. I don't know how old it is.

dear man sitting next to me on bus today,
it's called deodorant. Try it sometime.

dear tourists,
the paths in the park are wide enough for all of us. Two people do not need to take up the entire width of the path. Don't make me break my stride.
Or I will break you.

dear sun,
thank you for making an appearance multiple times over the past three days. You've made me so happy.

dear park bench,
you are my favorite. Thank you for letting me lay on you today and stare up at the leaves of a most beautiful tree.

dear blackberry and vanilla custard tart,
you. Were. Amazing. I cherished every moment we shared together.

dear guys living above me,
what do you have up there? A pet rhinoceros?

and to my legs,
you are going to look amazing in heels if I keep running in the park everyday. Hooray!

so about tomorrow

2010-08-19T23:48:00.001-07:00

Tomorrow afternoon I have my first real interview ever!

And I am so nervous.

I hope they see past my nerves. Or that I would get over them. Because I would really like a job.

If not, then I guess that's okay.

I've noticed that whenever something I want doesn't end up happening, that something better always comes along.

Always.

So I guess I shouldn't really be nervous then, should I?

yesterday my camera and I went for a walk

2010-08-16T21:55:00.000-07:00

It was absolutely beautiful yesterday. I couldn't keep myself inside.
So I went on a date with my camera.

After our date I headed back to the apartment where one of my roommates and I decided we needed to bake cookies for our new upstairs neighbors. Our four new boy neighbors. We decided to leave the front door open so that the fresh baked cookie smell would waft up to their apartment.

I think our aprons made us feel extra domestic.

While we were making these cookies, we killed a bottle of chardonnay. Then burned the second batch.

The new neighbors were still grateful, crispy cookies and all. Their names are now written on the side of our fridge (I'm terrible with names, so I wrote them down and also drew some little doodles beside each name so as not to confuse them).

And that was my Sunday. For the most part. The highlights at least...

music for your Monday

2010-08-16T20:38:00.001-07:00

So it seems like I've fallen short on my Monday music deal. Here's one of my favorite Jason Mraz songs for ya today, one of those that I could just listen to over and over again.

The kind where you take advantage of a rocking chair, staring into nothing.

what is it with boys and grocery stores?

2010-08-09T18:38:00.000-07:00

Today I rode my bicycle over to the grocery store. The wind made my eyes all watery. The chill made my nose all red. And me feeling sick made me feel miserable.

But I needed tomato soup and goldfish crackers.

So that I could feel better.

I'm sure you can imagine me hopping off my bike, hair a mess, wheezing, and walking as fast as I could toward the soup aisle.

Campbell's tomato soup, success! Goldfish crackers, success! Milk to make my soup creamy... where is the milk in this store?

I find the milk. As I walk away from the milk cooler (I'm sure there's a more appropriate name, but it's not coming to me) I get hit on. By a very attractive boy.

What do I do? Squeak out the word "hey" (because doing anything other than squeaking is impossibly hard to do with my throat feeling the way it does) and walk as fast as I could towards the decongestant aisle.

Gosh darn you, boy. If only you would hit on me when I don't feel half dead.

I hope to meet you again at Safeway, same time next week. You know, when I don't feel disgusting.

In other news. Look what I made yesterday!

Crescent rolls with nutella goodness lurking inside. De-lish.

sf botanical

2010-08-08T16:10:00.000-07:00

Yesterday I went for a walk over to Golden Gate Park, which, lucky for me, is only a few blocks away. I have a feeling I'll be spending a lot of time there, it's so beautiful.

It was there I discovered that there's an upside to the overcast San Francisco days- perfect lighting for photography. Here's a few (okay, a lot) of my shots from walking around the botanical garden in the park.

curious?

2010-08-07T18:15:00.000-07:00

So I'm all moved in. I live in San Francisco now. How crazy is that?

Yeah. Hasn't hit me yet.

The only thing that has hit me is the cold. HOLY CRAP. The cold.

little toes

2010-07-31T14:15:00.001-07:00

A few weeks ago my cousin Holly, her two year old Paige, and I had a little photo shoot.

More to come!

I don't know why I do these things to myself

2010-07-31T11:58:00.000-07:00

You would think I had learned my lesson from my last impulse haircut.

I suppose the fact that this time I'm not in Rome and that yesterday my hairdresser spoke fluent english (as opposed to the expansive vocabulary of the Italian man- the one english word in his bag- "okay!") made it feel not quite as impulsive as walking into the first salon I saw after eating gelato at the Trevi Fountain. (Thank you Roman Holiday for that brilliant idea.)

So on Wednesday I called and made an appointment for Friday with an unknown hairstylist. I had planned on getting my long locks trimmed and thought maybe I'd add a few layers. Maybe.

Then, fifteen minutes before I leave for my appointment, eating my cheerios and flipping through a magazine, I decide to go shorter.

Six inches shorter.

WHY?!?!?!

I think my biggest mistake was when the hairstylist asked me a question about doing something with my hair. I told her "I trust you."

Goodness gracious, that girl went to town on my hair. And I think she had a little too much fun out on the town.

My hypothesis on why she curled my hair into ringlets with a straightener- she messed up and she didn't want me to see until the day after. Well guess what lady. It's the day after. And I'm glad I didn't give you a big tip.

Goodbye messy buns. Goodbye side braids. Goodbye flowing easy long hair. You will be missed.

barefoot findings

2010-07-21T21:18:00.000-07:00

I know, I know...

2010-07-19T01:45:00.000-07:00

I'm completely neglecting this blog. But if you were packing up twenty three years worth of stuff, then I do believe that you would neglect this blog too.

Image found here.

long beach bound

2010-07-08T18:00:00.000-07:00

In thirty short minutes is the beginning of
a fun and glorious road tripping adventure with some old friends from Paris.

AND

I

CAN

NOT

WAIT

what a day

2010-07-07T22:27:00.000-07:00

too lazy to brush or dry my hair. Didn't realize my hair was this curly.

bike rides and the most hilarious wipe out EVER with my brotha from anotha mother.

frisbee on the beach.

amazing turkey/bacon/cream cheese/avocado sandwich enjoyed with Sophie and Chance.

sunburns.

going to surprise grandma with Ford's milkshakes, to find she isn't home. So I decide to drink them both. While driving. Without napkins. Resulting in both chocolate and vanilla milkshake on my shirt. And a tummy ache.

getting in the dressing room at TJ Maxx and finding I forgot to shave my armpits this morning. Nice.

chips and guac for dinner.

and getting jazzed (that's right, jazzed) for my road trip to Long Beach tomorrow!

Dear Summer season,
I love you.

riding my new bike at incredible speeds.

2010-07-06T00:40:00.000-07:00

that's how I roll.
Literally.

craziness.

2010-07-06T00:12:00.000-07:00

In less than a month, I will be living in this beautiful city. Craziness.

So let me tell you a little story.

After searching for months on Craigslist and Roommate Finder, I have finally found a place to call home.

Let me tell you about looking through ads, searching for a place to live.
There's always something wrong.

Rent is too high. Wrong neighborhood. Roommates sound like sluts, or, possibly worse, geeks with no desire for social lives. Not allowed to use the oven. Looking for other Asians. No guests. No drinking. No fun. Wrong timing.

A few weeks ago I came home after a long night of work, and, although tired, I hopped online to see if any good sounding listings had surfaced.

And I found one. Further from school than I want to be. More than I want to pay. A month earlier than I planned to move.

Even though the latter would normally result in me moving on to another ad, I couldn't help but think that, other than those usual deal breakers, this sounded perfect. The roommates sounded like exactly what I was looking for. I would have my own room. And it is just so darn close to Golden Gate Park and the beach.

So, for the first time, I responded to an ad. Because it just felt so right.

Then, after I hit the send button, I agonized over what I wrote in the message. I won't lie, I sounded pretty dorky. But then, when don't I?

Okay, here's where it gets awesome.

The next day I hear back from one of the prospective roommates. Here's how the e-mail begins-

COURTNEY!!
It's Lia, from Paris. What are the chances that you would reply to my craigslist ad!? Crazy.

That's right. I replied to one of the hundreds of Craigslist ads I've read, and it turns out I knew the girl. What?!

Um, meant to be much?

So a few days later I drove to the city, checked out the place, waited overnight to give my decision then called to confirm that I was taking it. Last Thursday I picked up my keys. What a weird feeling.

And now I'm beginning to buy all the fun little things that you never really think of needing.

Yesterday I bought some spatulas.

Who knew spatulas could be so exciting?

baby Elise

2010-07-05T20:56:00.000-07:00

My friend Katie and her family invited baby Elise into the world last Thursday and I had the pleasure of meeting the sweet little girl this afternoon.

Cute little thing, isn't she?

music for your Monday

2010-07-05T13:34:00.000-07:00

So this is Jaymay. Who I finally found out about a few weeks ago. She is uh-mazing. I love her lyrics, her voice, everything.

I have to be honest, I don't always listen to the lyrics in a song. But these ones resonate with me. Perhaps it's because I've liked so many boys who didn't like me back the same way. Or maybe it's just because they're so beautiful. Take a listen.

My favorite little bits-

your eyes are either gray or blue I'm never close enough to say...

I know the shape of your hands because I watch 'em when you talk
and I know the shape of your body cause I watch it when you walk
and I wanna know it all but I'm giving you the lead
so go on
go on and take it
don't fake it
shake it

crazy eyes have you
are they gray or blue?
I won't make the move
you must make the move
if you make the move
I will then approve
if you do not move
You will surely lose

this city is for strangers
like the sky is for the stars
I think it's very dangerous
if we do not take what's ours
and I'm winning you with words
because I have no other way
I'd love to look into your face
without your eyes turning away

nothing beats

2010-07-05T13:23:00.000-07:00

a good messy bun. Oh summer I love you and the lack of caring that tags along when you are here.

So life has been crazy busy these past few weeks as I've been preparing to move and say goodbye to my friends. I promise I will try to update you all soon on what is going on, hopefully with some photos! I honestly haven't meant to neglect this blog and all of you, my blog friends. How sad...