Feb-roo-airy

I hate being broke! My work accidentally put my check in someone's account so I've been waiting until next payday to get my missing paycheck. Frustrating as hell, but the way I look at it, it's less money I spend now.

Girls are inevitably materialistic. I'm not allowed to buy anymore clothes until my birthday though. I cut myself off! Something had to be done...I went overboard over break. BUT for my birthday, I'm going to buy myself...

-a black clutch. Seriously, why don't I have one already? When we go out on the weekends, it really is necessary.

-a broach or vintage earrings from Von's. It's this awesome store we have here with really cheap, but beautiful, vintage jewelry. Oh, and while I'm there, I'd really like to sign up for the jewelry making classes :] This place is lined with beads along their huge walls. It's glorious.

-a few more books off my book wish list on half.com. I'm addicted to novels, and Spring Break is right after my birthday, so a girl's gotta have beach reading material!

Enough ranting about my material wishes. I hate doing that, but what can I say, I'm a girl, I like fashion, blah blah blah.

There is a sketch to be finished, hair to be colored, and a chapter to be read before bed. Yeah, something's gotta give because I know I won't get it all done...

P.S. My batteries died on my borrowed digital camera so all those lovely pictures I planned on taking of my artwork and sewing projects and outfits have been postponed. And I can't develop my 35mm film that easy so that must wait too. I really miss my camera phone! It was so easy to just snap a pic of inspiration walking to class in the morning, or a project in progress...

And I'm ranting again, ha ha. Goodnight.

Photo Cred: FRIENDZ.

Spring Cleanin

I'm ready for a change. Something. Just when I become comfortable with who I am, something has to change. I guess I'm restless.

These photos on one of my favorite blogs, BLOW, just made me miss my artificial world. The world where I did run away at sixteen. The one where I did hitchhike through the Appalachians. The one where I did end up in Florida. The one where I did smoke cigarettes with my one lover. The one where we did sit on the beach and watch the sunset and rise again just like home. The one where we had one too many scares, and we had one too many failures, and far too many lost jobs. We don't care we're going nowhere because we go somewhere else every month or so.

I'm on the right track. According to society, I'm doing the right thing. But sometimes, I'm jealous as hell of the carefree souls who live life without plans or hope and just live for the warm sunshine through the windows in the morning and the cool open sky at night.

When I'm too busy, all I see is my planner and a post-it note of to-do's. I hate that kind of life. Slow down, take it in. Be stupid, make mistakes, learn from them, kiss gently, then kiss hard and long. Walk backwards, see something you've never seen before.

I think I did that this fall. At the end of the semester, I was sick of it though, so sick. I ended up in way too much trouble and heartache than I wanted. I can't find a balance. The last thing I think I ever want to become is wrapped up in my work so much I miss the hearts walking past.

I can't listen to this new voicemail on my phone until 7pm because I'm out of anytime minutes. Lame.

Soundtrack to this post: my friend's cousin's band. THEY are adorable.

We Are Always Running for the Thrill of It

Happy New Year everyone. Hope you had a good one.

After my plans for Florida fell through, my best friend and I decided to hightail it to Indy for a few days for New Years. Had a really great time. I'm not sure why I never looked into going to school there instead; downtown Indy has so many buildings with that old feel I love. I can see myself living in one of those shabby apartments so easily. Someday. Someday I'll have a real place of my own.

We managed to spend a little time down at Broad Ripple. Went to a few local stores, a neat little bagel and sandwich place, and hit up the Egyptian hookah bar for our last night on the town. It was the perfect way to wrap up our trip, munching on some pita bread with hummus, lounging around listening to the Arabic tunes. It felt picturesque, if that makes sense.

So, sadly December has come to a close. Despite the fact that New Year's is my favorite holiday, January is my least favorite month. Boooo.

Here are some pictures from the crazy night, including our cheesy four-way new years kiss and me scuffing up the bathroom floor, which I'm embarrassed to say I vaguely remember. Also you can see my awesome ankle boots. It was definitely a night none of us are going to forget anytime soon...well, what we remember from it now we won't. ;]

Turn the light out, say goodnight

No thinking for a little while,

Let's not try to figure out everything at once.

It's hard to keep track of you falling through the sky.

we're half awake in a fake empire.

we're half awake in a fake empire.

All original photography of my own; do not steal copyrighted work.