Norma Shearer under the mistletoe.

I love this Holiday! I hope everyone had a very merry Christmas filled with lots and lots of Xs and Os.

oh my goodness.

I think I might like baking.

shoot.

a few reasons I resist this:

1. most women prefer baking (gender roles!)

2. anal people like baking (I'm not rigid!)

3. it's less spontaneous

(I can think on my feet, right?)

The good part about baking: 
Sweets. I mean... right?!

 NERDS, tomorrow is Christmas Eve! I feel like dancing. Dancing wild. Dancing like this:

Why is there not a year round chocolate advent calendar?

Went outside for a bit and saw a couple driving a minivan with a mattress on top, secured only by the driver's left hand and the passenger's right hand. Go America!

This video has brought me so much joy.

If someone told me Wyatt Henrie choreographed this, I wouldn't be at all surprised.

I'm babysitting. And I want to punch myself in the eye.

I can't tell if I'm embarrassed or not. I'm watching veggie tales all by myself. I guess I'll find out when someone gets home.

This channeled me into the holiday spirit. A spearmint flavored breath of fresh holiday air. Christmas is almost here. My favorite character is the star. The little hands flapping up and down were/are the most endearing gesture I have ever seen. I loved this.

Playlist of songs that make me feel like I do when it's raining.

 This is mighty fun.

I'm looking at pictures of Wyatt and I as babies. My Grandpa is in them too. It's making me miss him.

I wish limbs were detachable during naps. My arms are always in the stinkin way.

winter

She's not really here quite yet, Sister Winter, but I can hear her coming. I like to think of her trudging through a forest somewhere, lit by firelight, in the snow, coming sweetly but with wild eyes. All bundled up. She's bringing with her a basket of early bedtimes, just for me, ones accompanied by warm milk and lavender. Usually I wake up very early in the morning to get ready for school and stuff, but sometimes in winter I like to snuggle in bed a bit longer, all cozy by the light of a flickering candle. That's what winter is to me, in so many ways...pools of light in the darkness, pops of color against all the gray. Peppermint swirls and lemon yellow. Shops and neighborhoods glowing against the blackest nights of the year.I can't wait for winter break. I just can't stand it. I really can't.

Sunflower seeds are not food. They're an activity. A "snacktivity" if you will.

Yeah yeah, this is a girly girl celeb crush post. Don't judge me.

I had a dream last night that I sifted through a convenience store's box of Tootsie Pops and bought all of their Orange flavored ones, for no reason other then me adoring them. Then I froze my hand solid by sticking it in the "Dolphin Petting Pool" for an hour. The little buggers never even came near me. It then ended.

I've noticed that the pursuit for the perfectly plumped pillow tends to preoccupy my mind deep into the late PM hours.

I have never touched a dolphin, but I've always wanted to.

tommyboy

Such a great movie.

Never wear a red shirt to Target.

blue valentine

Oh, I'm home alone? And so my concert begins...

Just found some awesome old pictures around the house.

 

Dear 1970's,

I wish I were a part of you.  I love the way film captured your colors.

 

Brooke

xo

Just think how much smarter I'd be if I could get the 16 years of song lyrics out of my head - make some room for a cure for the common cold maybe?

It's November, NERDS.

I eats potatoes.
I watch Sleepless in Seatle.
I get nervous when watching Football.
Tights + socks = warm Sunday.

Halloween brought sweet treats.

I'll miss you October...

Oh, Great Pumpkin, where are you?

It was the mash. It was the monster mash.

 

Béla Lugosi (Dracula) could take on Robert Pattinson any day.

I want this haircut.

but I need straight hairs.

and I need dark hairs.

So it's not in the stars.

I dreamed a funny dream last night. I was dating a guy with a motorcycle. The first and only time I ever rode it with him, we wrecked at 15 mph and tumbled into a patch of soft grass. Naturally, I pretended I was dead. But I was only p r e t e n d i n g. The guy freaked out and I was giggling in my head. Then I woke up.

  Maybe you never saw "Where The Wild Things Are"... maybe you did see it and thought it lacked a substantial plot. Maybe you saw it, loved it, and was Max for Halloween that year, and wore that costume to sleep in till the feet wore out and the zipper broke. Despite loving it or hating it, didn't everyone fall in love with these monsters. So cuddly. So violent. Just like all our favorite people.I watched this movie last night and it made me like monsters. I like them now.

I am amazed at the strength my little finger can muster when my hands are full.

I hate how every time I try to use my cell phone to take a picture it's like I suddenly have Parkinson's. Is that a ghost? Nope, just a cute puppy I thought you'd like to see.

Boycotting the rest of the week.

sodeadrightnow

spell casted

It's a Tom and Summer type of Sunday.

handwritten

Bili Bidjocka interview from Ecriture Infinie on Vimeo.

It's 12 something at night. Pizza sounds really good.

All I want in this life is for someone to brush my teeth for me before I go to bed. PLEASE. Okay, that's it. I'm done.  Comfysockscomfysockscomfysocks. Bye.

Sometimes I am so dumb I want to punch myself right on the side of my head! KABLAMO!

Nerds. It's raining. And I'm eating lucky charms. Oh, and IT'S RAINING.

You'll never come out alive.

You'll never come out alive. 

I got lost for a few hours today.

Maybe you should try losing yourself too.This is how I lost myself.
Click me. Drink me. Eat me. Alice in Wonderland-esq.
 

P R O C R A S T I N A T I O N.

"Oh oh the night comes down
And I get afraid of losing my way
Oh oh the night comes down
Oooh and it's dark again" 

 - The Night Comes Down by Queen

I miss summer nights. 

 MY weekend

found some chex mix in a drawer.
wore the same sweater for 1 1/2 days.
man walking across the street talking to the vacuum he was cradling.

babysitting x billions.

thunder storm.

Don't people named "Geoff" call themselves "Jeff"? What the...

Steeeewpid.

…to keep their little heads from falling in the snow.

lemon drops and gumdrops

 It didn't rain as much as I wanted it to today. Sad.

If all the raindrops were lemon drops and gumdrops? Oh what a rain that would be. Standing outside with my mouth open wide. Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh. If all the raindrops were lemon drops and gumdrops? Oh what a rain that would be.

complete laziness + the sun + no ride = pain in the buTT

Kiera and I are awesome at complaining. I like complaining with her. It's so so so fun. No really, it is. It would be cool to have a friend (not a stranger), that had a car, drive by and observe us complaining. Then I bet they would invite us into their car. Possibly allowing us to catch a ride with them. Naww, I would feel bad. I wish I didn't feel bad when asking people for rides. Then I wouldn't ever have to walk again. Laziness to the max. Kiera Klemm explains today a whole lot better. Loads better. LOADS. She's funny. I like Kiera Klemm. I like the 'plan A' plan. I like Kiera Klemm some more. I'm feeling lazy again. Why do you go temporarily deaf when you stretch? Funky. Try it. Stretchstretchstretch. Ah. 

So happy right now. 

"these are the days when birds come back, a very few, a bird or two, to take a backward look.these are the days when skies put on the old, old sophistries of June, -- a blue and gold mistake." 

 -emily dickinson

Oh goodness has it been hot here! I think september is all sorts of mixed up. Today has been shade and water with dreams of pumpkin pie. Favorite Bob Dylan song: Girl From the North Country. Hands down. I love listening to this song, closing my eyes and imagining that girl from the north country with fall and winter coming on, her long hair and warm coat. Makes me happy. One of the many reasons I don't cut my hair is because of the windy, mysterious, and longing image I have of the girl from the north country. This is indeed a longing song. I think that's one of my favorite emotions: longing.I'll be listening to it often during the hot weather to whisk me away to cooler seasons.

all the wild horses

am dreaming of beautiful horses in the rain

and listening to this pretty song...mmmmm.

simple weekends

Dance was terrible today. But after dance It got into a nice/wonderful/happy day. I want to bite the air and run as fast as I can. I want to scale buildings with tennis shoes, and build things with my hands. Great things are going to happen. I know it. Happy Thursday! 

kinda very cool

 More about it here.

flapjack

SO, I'm not going to tell you how school is going. Cause well... I'm not.  I don't feel like it. Though, last night was great. PancakepancakepancakeKieraKlemmpancakepancakepancake. 

SKOOL -but make that K backwards in your mind.

 Feeling so blue.

Tomorrow is going to suck. BIG TIME. Cross your fingers, nerds. I'm jumping into disciplined territory.

...

Anytime someone is holding groceries on TV they always have one paper bag in each arm with at least one loaf of French bread and one stalk of celery sticking out. In real life I have 13 plastic bags in each hand, 5 of which contain only frozen pizzas. PLUS... while on the TV topic... Why are the throw-in items for infomercials so random? "When you buy this Tupperware set we'll also throw in 5 lbs of flounder at no charge to you! Call in the next 5 minutes and you'll also receive this dog toy and a prosthetic leg absolutely free!" TV is stupid. I'm going to pop in a movie now. Yeah. YEAH!

I haven't blogged in a while. So this is me blogging again.

Bowie and Jagger

enjoy

Accidentally ripping off the ziplock on a resealable bag is a tragedy. Gah!

I absolutely love carving apples. It's so relaxing. Have you ever wished you were floating away inside of a bubble? I have. Dreaming that it would take me to a far away place. Carefully not hitting a bird or tree branch while on the way. Right now. I kinda feel like a tired puppet. Man on Mars, man on Mars, can you take me to the stars. 

Night.

I wanna be a mime. Just for the day.

I'm having a day filled with noise, more noise than I can handle which made me very stressed. Noise from my surroundings, noise from my own head. Too much of it makes it almost impossible to function let alone feel inspired. Dance practice was harsh... But it will get better.  I hope.

I can't stand ants. They like my house. I hate them. I'm going to fight them. Hard. I'm going to fight them super hard. Kick them in the face and stuff. But I'm going to be nice to them first. So, you know, they don't see it comin. Then, kjhdfgliuewglrtbnliduh, they will be in a headlock. The ants. Yup.

blah blah blog

I was sitting on my roof again. Reading. Surprising, huh? Ha. Anyways... this couple walked by. They were really cute and well, cute. They both were walking their dogs. After making their way to the front of my house they let their animals go to the bathroom on our grass. They had no idea I was watching this above their tiny racing hearts. They began to walk away and then soon, noticed my feet. Following their gaze I simply waved. I think they realized that I had watched them allow their pets enjoy themselves on my yard, cause they quickly waved and walked away. I couldn't help myself... I died. Laughing. Died. Also, a car drove by with it's window rolled down and it left a powerful smell. If I can smell your Axe Body Spray from your car on the street, you're doing it wrong. I want a storm to roll in. Mmm. Always thought how interesting it would be to see the inside of a storm, watch the lightning form and the pressure create those dark clouds and deep booms of thunder. Mother Nature is beautiful entertainment. It's just so hothotHAWThotdoggydoghotdog here in the NV. Tonight I'm going to pretend my room is a box. A box floating in the ocean.... (smiles).

I don't want a title. I hate coming up with them.

This is how it works. You're young until you're not. You love until you don't. You try until you can't. You laugh until you cry. You cry until you laugh. And everyone must breathe. Until their dying breath. No, this is how it works.You peer inside yourself. You take the things you like. And try to love the things you took. And then you take that love you made. And stick it into some. Someone else's heart. Pumping someone else's blood. And walking arm in arm. You hope it don't get harmed.

Get out of shower. Put on deodorant. Realize I only shaved one underarm. Also realize I fail at life. 

I have been so tired lately that it's tiring. Yawn.

hello

I woke up this morning in a bit of a twist. Lots of thoughts. Dance was dance. Sameoldsameold... I went on my roof today. Exploring. Trying to get higher. A truck pulled in front to the house and waited there until I got back inside. It was filled with a bunch of punk teendudes. It creeped me out. I went to Barnes and Noble yesterday. Picked up my summer reading book for school. I haven't touched it. However, I did go to Borders today, cause, well, you know, they are going out of business. They are having a giant sale. I scored on some lovely books that I can't wait to read for CHEAP. At the moment I'm reading Catching Fire. Almost done. Then on to more books. I've been reading my life away this week. Bored. Out. Of. My. Mind. All my friends are out of town having adventures. Kiera and I are locked up in danceteacherlady heck. I've been looking a lot at poetry. Hahaha. I have literally nothing to do... it has come down to that. But I'm enjoying it quite a bit. Want to know what I love about poetry? The more abstract, the better. The stuff where you're not sure what the poet's talking about. You may have an idea, but you can't be sure. Not a hundred percent. Each word, specifically chosen, could have a million different meanings. Is it a stand-in-a symbol-for another idea? Does it fit into a larger, more hidden, metaphor? I really don't know... I just like it. I read that book, Thirteen Reasons Why, a couple days ago. It is horribly sad and one of those books that doesn't get out of your brain. It's freaking me out. I don't like it at all. Sick.  I kinda have a headache. I was thinking... Would you want the ability to hear other people's thoughts? Of course you would. Everyone answers yes to that question, until they think it all the way through. For example, what if other people could hear your thoughts? What if they could hear your thoughts...right now? Sometimes we have thoughts that we don't understand. Thoughts that aren't even true-that aren't really how we feel-but they're running through our heads anyway because they're interesting to think about. I am a rambling mess....I vacuumed my room today. I don't feel like I'm accomplishing anything while vacuuming unless the vacuum sounds like it's choking. Rambling, again... I am overly tired. I think I should go to bed. My head is going to explode. Its drumming loud. Drummer boy. The little Drummer Boy. Have you seen that movie? This post is ridiculous. Sorry. I just want to be dancing in a forest. Bye.

perfect night. perfect. it was so perfect that I want to go into a time machine and relive the whole night over again. 

Thinking of yesterday makes it a smiley Sunday.

grannycakes

I spent the weekend with my GRANDrents. And it was perfectly sweet. I loved every little bit of it. Every bit. I can't wait to be old. Being a grandma is going to be awesome. And the adventures leading up to that point will be too...

oh, you fancy, huh

sytycd + roof top experience = bliss

I can't think of anything scarier than a black bear on a horse coming at you.

Today is Thursday. Not Wednesday. Not Friday. I'm prepared for anything. Even a black bear on a horse. Bring it on.

b o o k S

Reading IS cool. It really is. Yesterday. Wednesday, that is. I read a book. And I finished it too. Happiness. Reading is my favorite. When I grow up and I own a home, I want a room just filled with books. Books of every kind. The book I read was The Hunger Games. I finally understand what the hype is all about. It was wonderful.  Though, It made me quite hungery and thirsty as a read. Whenever I finish a book I feel like I've lost a friend. Booksbooksbooksbooks. Do you know what else I like about reading? Is talking about it. Especially if the person has read the same book. Last night, I had a very lovely conversation about The Hunger Games with a doopherful human. And it was almost as good as reading the book itself.

REBLES

My computer has been broken for a while. So, I have some major catching up to do...  Tuesday. Tuesday was wild. The school is a lot cooler at night then it is during the day. Not that school was ever cool. Yeah. I like driving around in a car with Ryan and Jacob and Kiera. I wish I could do it everynight. "I'm a loner Dotty, a rebel!" - Pee Wee

TAKE ME. please.

Someone. Take me away from my room. I want to do stuff. I want to go somewhere. I want to play in an imaginary world.

 

 Kiera Klemm. I'm coming over. I can't stand it. And I will act like a fairy on the way there. I want to go to Neverland.

Today is Tuesday. Let's make it a good one.

forgive me

I liked him better the old way.

I've been a blogaholic today, haven't I? Sorry about that. Actually, I'm not sorry. Wait,  yes I am. I promise to try to not crowd up your brain with all my nonsense. So. I was thinking. This week. When I need to open my computer to work on things. I am going to open it- and work on those things. and when I am done working on those things, I am going to close my computer. When I do not need to open my computer for any reason, but I just kind of feel like opening it... I am going to open a book instead...
GOODNIGHT.

if all the walls in my room could talk, i wonder to myself would they laugh? 

I have been to two wedding deals this week. I love weddings. Everything about them. They are just so magical and they make me oh, so very happy. Anyways, I have a new and very embarrassing hobby. I have discovered this lovey lovely thing on the internet. (I can't believe I'm sharing this...) On vimeo.com, there is this group called, stillmotion. They produce amazing videos. And part of their business is that they, well, um, oh gosh, video weddings. They capture the whole story for the people. On vimeo, of course they don't show the whole thing, wedding that is, but just little bits. Little bits so wonderful that I get super warm and fuzzy. There are a lot of them and it's pretty darn hard to explain. So, you can check it out if you would like. Only, if you would like. Only. Click here. yup. here. do. it. I'm nuts and I just. love. weddings. Stillmotion makes other videos for people and they are great too. I believe they are photographers as well... Anyways. Yeah. I spend too much of my twinkling time watching the little films. And it's goonish. I should stop. Yeah. Okay. Uh-huh. Go ahead and laugh at me. I dare. you. Please do.

Come away with me

I want to jump into the sea, in my Sunday clothes. Can we? Let's do it. 

Also, I have found that sometimes the confusion, stress, and overwhelming pressure can be solved by only one thing: jump into a pool with all of your clothes on and just drift.

I'm going to bed now. And I'm excited. My dreams are gonna be great. I can just taste it.

The sound of the unlocking and the lift away...

I noticed that I haven't written much about my feelings in a while. It hasn't been intentional; I guess I just haven't had too much going on, or that I felt the need to blog about at least. I usually go pretty long periods feeling the same way. when I'm stressed out, or worried about something, it tends to last for a while, until I find the wherewithal to bring myself out of it. and sometimes, unfortunately, I just can't. I'm still feeling motivated and inspired, If not slightly confused. I feel trustful.  I feel really passionate about the things I want to do next. I feel tiny, and I feel huge. I feel just how I need to feel in this moment. There is something about listening to some music and climbing into a bed with just-washed sheets, in a clean room that feels like ((home)). Cozy, is the word? Content is the word? Happy is the word. I feel happy.

Mood music: feist- I feel it all