oh! hm! outside! now!

journal? check.
glass of water? check.
conte? check.
barefoot? check.



i feel as though i’ve been a whirly-gig these last few weeks. the wedding month is over and i have a lovely 4 day weekend coming up in which to relax, possibly pool/ocean side, and work on photographs from the weddings attended.

really, though. i have nothing new to note. nothing crazy-exciting going on. maybe it's the mind-fog talking.

some things going through my mind as of late:

+ sleep eludes me, my eyes are forever gritty.

+ vietnamese powdered coffee makes my breath smell, which i have not realized until late in the day.

+ humans are such paper-thin delicate bags of skin and water. i passed an accident yesterday where i saw a mangled motorbike being loaded onto a tow truck and a solitary white sneaker in the gutter.

+ “mawwage”

+ really thick arches watercolor paper. charcoal. conte.

+ i take perverse pleasure in getting dirty. i kind of like tromping on the backs of my long pants when i walk. running through large ankle deep puddles of rainwater in the parking lot. not using gloves when gardening. dragging my pant legs through the sand and water at the beach. as long as there’s a shower in the near future, not much phases me.

+ this morning was really quite beautiful. i hate having to resist my urges to go sit by the water near the river for a couple of hours. or days. ... wouldn’t a travel hammock (with a stand, in case trees weren’t around) be amazing?


addled. utterly.

+ came in at 8:30 to work today when i didn't have to be in until 10
+ walked fully halfway into a bathroom before i realized it was already in use by a guy
+ exhausted. mentally. physically.
+ passed my apt complex on the way home
+ confused the months, believing it was still march
+ thought that black shoes would be ok with an ivory dress
+ spent $51 on a haircut



- from rachel & laurie's wedding shower bbq on saturday. anthony is in tyical form. : ) my eyes are uber glassy from the half-bottle of eyedrops emptied into them not 10 minutes prior. shortly after this picture was taken, contacts were duly tossed, possibly never to return.



ok. what i said before about murakami's short stories? and possibly liking his novels better? i lied. i really enjoy his short stories a lot. some of them feel so amazing. emotionally visceral? i don't know. i find that they're either really incredible and poignant, or "eh."

so anyways. i only rode the school bus a few times in elementary school. after that, i was able to get my mom to drive me. i blame my tendency to get extremely motion sick very easily (i.e. on treadmills), but i am sure it also had to do with my intense shyness as a child. i remember the way my eardrums would tickle when i'd lean my head on the window as the bus drove along. that rattling bumpiness of the glass on my temple. and then i'd rub the tickle out and do it again.

this is exactly how i felt last night listening to mono at the social in orlando. they're a post-rock band from japan. apparently, they weren't as loud as they had been in the past. david described them as being "blisteringly loud." even with earplugs, my eardrums were tickled! i could feel my ribcage and the fabric of my pants vibrating with noise. thank you, earplugs! the female bassist had amazing hair. what's up with boys and female bassists? actually, all the band members had amazing hair.

they played w/ the grails, who were also excellent, and world's end girlfriend, who had moments of good, punctuated with overlong intervals of experimental noise. i can't do experimental noise. i just can't.