"I spent an hour with you, should I want anything else?"

It's Monday, and there are some things I can't get out of my mind. Why are there no peaches? What happened to my won ton soup? Why haven't I updated my blog? Why do I lay awake at night, fighting shut eyes, only to be tempted by exhaustion in the morning? Why, why, why?
Why do I question everything?

but a glass of apple juice, and everything is okay.

I am tired. My body is aching. I have a dream to curl into a ball, rest my lips, lay my head, and let go of my hands. The logic in my head is unsettling. It tells me to fight sleep, and keep my head up...... Bonjour Coffee, here I come!






My hair is growing longer, and longer, and longer. I have always admired long hair, never thought I'd have the gusto and desire to wait for my brown locks to drape my shoulders... until I saw a poster that said, if you love her let her grow, and it took one thought.
She continues to grow...
and grow.
By summertime, my dream hair will be cultivated onto my giant head,
I'll run in the breeze,
shake my hair, shake my tambourine,
..and I'll welcome the heat my dear soles have been missing..



"That’s always seemed so ridiculous to me, that people would want to be around someone because they’re pretty. It’s like picking your breakfast cereals based on color instead of taste."




Today is the first day of February. Tomorrow, it'll be the second. Soon, valentines day. I am a lover. I believe in the magic, and science of love. I've never been struck my cupids arrow, or had an admired valentine, until now. Most of my life has been spent finding a day like valentines, sweet but sour. Sweet because of the admirers who express their deep devotion through chocolate shaped hearts, and big giant teddies. Sour, because everyday should be a day of expressed deep devotion for the ones you love, not just the 14th of February. And what about those of us, who don't have an admirer? or someone to love us? Isn't valentines day just a reminder of how lonely we are? This year, because of the light seeping through my veins, I will choose to believe, and share my admiration, with those I love, on a day in February..





Blog, you've been neglected, like the vitamins in my cabinets... School work has swept me, breathing, and living a life has stolen me. Time, there is so little of it. Time, you seem to leave me faster than the longevity of soda pop in this house...

Now, that February is approaching, and school work is fleeting, I will have hours to spend with you, my blog. Finally :) !!







Cheers to February. Cheers to freedom, and dreaming awake, and how apple juice tastes, and the colors that light my rare 8' o clock mornings, and how my hand belongs somewhere. Cheers to desiring spring, and new beginnings, and growing things, and teaching things, and learning things, everyday. Cheers to the feeling of a natural-intoxication, like love, and the artificial kind, like wine. Cheers to finding yourself through all the struggles that cancer us. Cheers to discovering your inner soul, and not letting anyone define your own outer soul. Cheers to a life we live, and the fading hours on an analog clock, and the magic of love, and science, and poetry. You are not your body. You have a body. You are your soul.




Reason #100: Like Dawn with 4,000 subtle shades of red, you are inspiration.


jacket-dkny value village $10
dress/skirt- thrifted hawaii gift $2
tights-betsey johnson gift $18
heels- rocket dog winners $50
bra strap made into headband- $7