Thursday, July 30, 2009

Thursday, July 23, 2009


Digs font, magazines, and every blog in her RSS.
Doesn't know how to relax. 8 hour work days are for sissies.
Likes a full tank of gas.
Hops fences, collects notebooks, covets cameras.
Has loved once (current).
Thinks that it's easier to get through the low points in life if you treat it like a video game.
Eats peanut butter from the jar and cheese by the handful. (Expects early death.)
Likes people in moderation.
Believes in hard work and putting 200% into the things that matter.
Has friends around the globe.
Loves the smell of bonfires. Dislikes the remnants of bonfire smell in hair, one week later.
Clumsy by nature. Artist by choice.
Writes on graphpaper whenever possible.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Black coffee and unreturned texts

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(he loves me not)

Growing up

It's true what they say -- former doormats can become quite domineering in life.
I won't go so far as to use the word "bitch", but I'm standing up for myself and catering to my own happiness. I have figured out the path I'm going to take, and god help anyone who stands in my way.
And I am doing more of "compromising" (as opposed to giving in). It's refreshing. I stand up for myself now. I get pissed at people now, instead of blaming myself. But I've also learned to step back when I'm frustrated, look at it from all angles. Communicate better (for the most part) without putting people on the defensive. Because yes, sometimes I am the one to blame -- but not in every situation.

I think this is what it means to grow up.

Friday, July 3, 2009

Valley of the Dolls

Disclaimer: if you're afraid of dolls, turn back now! I visited my grandmother's house a few days ago. She used to make dolls, and all of the female cousins looked forward to the age where they would receive a special doll for Christmas. They were always fascinating, but revisiting made them a little creepy.

I warned you. So without further adieu, a revisiting of my childhood.