life lesson #2

if you can't walk and text at the same, you probably shouldn't be walking through the crosswalk at night while texting.

~observation

10-4

the best possible outcome to being woken up by the police and finding out your car was broken into and a bunch of stuff taken: having your things being found in a stolen car a half a block away. just ask amaris!
or the wisecracking middle-aged cop that helped us out...you can call him Mag.

so.

i was recently asked by a very talented guitarist friend to help him record a cover of barracuda by heart. "yeah, sure!" i said. but listening to it repeatedly to further my familiarity with the song has produced one incessant concern: how i will ever be able to sing like anne wilson.

steamy

never running the heat in one's apartment in the middle of winter because one can't afford the electric bill makes hot showers extra special. especially when water is included in the rent.

fam'ly

happy christmas-time...

love, colleen

eve

happy almost christmas :)

hm

"stop crying. whining. whatever."

 ~girl pushing a baby in a stroller through target, after the baby makes a whimpering sound.

lil photo-er

caid took a picture of me

today,

just wondering why i am the way i am.

ooo-ooooo

today i got to spend all afternoon and evening singing and recording songs. it was wonderful. there isn't a whole lot in this world that makes me happier.

"winter"

it was too hot today for my sanity.

shudder

i'm sorry, but led christmas lights are just creepy. have you seen them?? i don't care how "energy efficient" they are. they're like ghost martian robot zombie christmas lights...they're all cold and unsettling and creepy!

introducing new feature: maranatha kids are freaking hilarious

a boy is standing next to another boy's desk, waiting for the teacher...

boy sitting: (sincerely) you cleaned your pants.

boy standing: i have more than one pair.

paper

"who would want to steal your english paper?? i might, but nobody else would."

~a girl to her best friend as they walk down the hallway

achey

a month ago today we lost Gwennie.

it still doesn't seem real...sometimes it feels like she's been gone for months...sometimes it feels like it never happened--as if just yesterday i felt her hands on my face, her head against my neck.

not a day goes by that i don't long for her.

i miss you, littlest.

introducing new feature: life lessons! and now, life lesson #1

never, i don't care how careful you are, never ever drink coffee, in your car, in a white shirt. because, guess what: if you get the teesiest tinsiest little drop on you, it's gonna show up like a mother.
especially if the shirt is brand new, and it's the first time you've worn it.
simple science, people.

~experience

wow, rain

packed up wren's home this morning.

still kinda got the sniffles.

it's raining really, really hard.

better go write...

this just in:

a renewed sense of urgency

sore throat

but at least i get to fall asleep to the sound of the rain falling.

dang it i think i'm getting sick

beat

i like being exhausted when i've had an honest-to-goodness long and busy and productive day.

night

"are we really in pomona?"

~s.p.morrissey
12.7.09

christmas birds

i love the christmas tree

librarian

outside it's raining
i am in the library
watching the grey fall

pip n brie

no one can make pip laugh like pip can make pip laugh

i'm gonna terminate ya'--like the terminata'!

sometimes borders simply plays horrible music.

katie

i got to help my oldest friend pick out her wedding dress today. as i sat on a couch next to her mom and watched her try on stunning gown after stunning gown, i smiled. who would have thought, when we were 6 years old and fighting about throwing a volleyball back and forth, that we would be at this point together 21 years later. life is weird.

yeah

this kind of sums up my evening...

dazed

maintaining control of 24 freshman in study hall this morning felt more like trying to teach 24 sugar-high 3-year olds how to meditate. at a monster truck rally. in finnish. on crack.