Wednesday, February 24, 2010

on the edge

I am thankful for Jack.
I am thankful for Gigi's comforting words.
I am thankful for softhearted Mom.
I am thankful for reassuring Sister.
I am thankful for corny jokes Dad.
I am thankful for something and that's good enough for me.

Friday, February 19, 2010

I want to go where the sound goes after the bell stops ringing.

I am wearing a pretty great shirt today that I bought at Savers on Monday for about two bucks. I vow to never buy another item of clothing unless it is under 15 dollars. Or unless it is, like, really awesome.

I got to visit Jack's travel writing class today, which was great because they were showing The Sonosopher in class. What a beautiful movie and what a beautiful man (Alex).

Did you know Scott Abbott was Alex Caldiero's home teacher? Wacky, man.

Here's something for you to think about: If you could tell your younger self something, what would it be?

My answer: Be nice to yourself.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

i love people and pumpkins and pumpkin people

Today has been an extremely hard day. A hard day that isn't just "Oh, my hair looks terrible and I feel fat in these jeans" kind of hard; I am talking about possibly life changing hard. I do not want to go into full details because, well, just because. Instead I will do what I intended to do for this blog and say some uplifting things.

People love me. Despite my incredible short comings and my sometimes (ahem, a lot of the times) dramatic/moody behavior, people still love me. Unconditionally. It amazes me. Sometimes I feel like I don't deserve the love others have for me or that if only they knew "this or that" they would end up hating me. But I know this is not true. I am loved unconditionally by at least four people. And I love them and you and so many people back.

Pumpkin muffins make me so happy. Especially when I can lick the mixing bowl. I am making pumpkin muffins right now and, yes, it has slightly lifted my mood.

Have beautiful moments.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

morose vs. rosy: who will win?

I am a girl plagued with perennial perplexity (and addicted to awful alliteration). Someone (it was either Einstein or Bill Pullman) once said that people only write when they are depressed. This observation can be confirmed by taking a glance at my other blog ( or by thumbing through one of my many dear diaries. Yes, sadness brings out the emo writer in us all. Ever wonder why so many poets carry around little black notebooks? It's because the color of their Moleskine mirrors the color of their pained soul. Well, I've had enough of it.

Our generation tends to lean towards the apathetic or despondent side. Things are apparently bad and the world is evil. And maybe all of that is true. But why not attempt to counter this in-the-pits attitude with a more... on-top-of-the-mountain attitude? Things aren't so glum, baby. Or at least they don't have to be. There's definitely a place for the somber, but there's also a place for the sunny. Sunny doesn't mean sappy. Sunny means seeing the holy in each day, in each hour, in each moment.

Okay, so I'm getting a little sappy.

Let's make this long-winded exposition decidedly shorter: I want to write about happy things. And this is where I shall do it.

Consider this blog my yellow colored Moleskine.