14.4.09

Impossible love.

I found this picture on deviantart.com a while back and it's been my backdrop for a while. I think it's just perfect.

FB. Myspace. Twitter. Hi5. Blogger. Match.com.

Ok. The problem I see is how many 'social networking sites' can you be on before you're not 'connecting' anymore and they are the very things keeping you from having a physical social life? It's almost an oxymoron.
I abandon hope. We'll all turn into couch manatees with the only dense bones left in our bodies belonging to our fingers. Maybe the arms will morph into our torsos too. (Oh that's only for the ones who sit like me, slumped, belly distended)

Dixi.

8.4.09

Introspection

It would be cool if one day I woke up with a pair of very bushy eyebrows. I would not be shy of them.

True story.

Folding blankets is fun..if you're good at it. and also if they're geometrically even.
Who made those tricksy half-square/half-curved ones? They should be smothered in their own senseless creations.

All 50 of my roommates are sleeping!

My apartment looks like fire and ice collided this night and the result is pretty ferocious. I nodded solemnly as Seth went off to work and declared how fervently I was going to clean this sty up whilst he was at work.
Damn my bad attitude!

It still looks like a crack team of intelligencia stormed the place looking for evidence, overturning couch cushions and leaving plates of unfinished sandwiches in their wake (BLT's. extra mayo, if I'm not mistaken). Further, I think I may have found fungus growing in the corner of the kitchen out of some molding coffee grinds. This could either be very disgusting or my attempt at ecological friendly compost recycling. I choose the latter.

Perspective, my friends, is the first step in growing to love oneself.

2.4.09

A title for this post.

I'm sitting at a coffee shop with some man vocalizing heartfeeling-ly over the speakers. I think it's meant to be soothing but it makes me sort of anxious. There are grackles brazenly pecking the leftovers of my migas from off the plate. But most of all it's gloriously quiet and I have 15 minutes all selfishly for me.

I'm going to be moving from out of my apartment and into a house next, also going to Art school within the next couple months, God willing. Something I've wanted since I had concious thought. I'm excited and nervous and think I should start practicing my sketching.
I figure I also get more excuses for when I have bad behavior because I can just chalk it up to my "artistic temperament". Tortured genius, that's me.

All in all, the last month has been a very happy one for me. Since moving to Austin it's been a bit of a trick for me, adapting, stretching my comfort zone, clarifying my beliefs and morals - it's all still a work in progress but it's definitely changed me. Hopefully, for the better.

My friend has just joined me and ordered a beer. Temptation comes in the form of a woman holding Lone Star and I'm only human.
Check out this cool sign we saw while we were house hunting. HAHA