Empty Sky (but not really)

At night I lay upon my bench and stare towards the stars.
The cold night air comes creeping in and home seems oh-so far.
If only I could swing upon those twinkling dots above,
I'd look down from the heavens upon the ones I love...

Who the hell is that?

I don't know. He was behind me and my dad at the Outback Bowl in January. I cropped my us out of the picture and zoomed in on his charming face.

But just like I have no earthly idea who that dude is, I really don't want to study. So I am going to sleep. Just thought I'd fill you in. Night night.

Exammer Jammer

Judging by the amount of snot coming out of my nose, today is gonna be the day that they're gonna throw it back to you.

So even though the sky is pretty much anything but as clear as the one in this picture, I decided to put it on this post because it's nice to look at. I hope you enjoy it, too.

Here is a Chinese proverb that I have been contemplating for the past three months. I don't know that I agree with it, and I'm not even sure I see the difference. I just thought I would share:

"The palest ink is better than the best memory."

I think I have finally got down my interpretation of it, but I'm still thinking about it. Those Chinese...

I'll write something someday. I promise. It just may not be anytime soon.

Tra la la!

Hello. I am some jasmine. Here is a picture of me. I smell really good and have been following Maggie wherever she goes. She has no fucking clue where I'm coming from. Ever. But who really cares? I just look pretty and smell pretty and at the end of the day, that's about all a little flower like myself can do.

I'm gonna go frolic in the breeze. Peace.

Bloodless Sunday

Imagine my wonderment looking out the window on the way back to school tonight and seeing this beautiful splay of setting sun on canvas sky. How was I blind to life for so long?

That picture explains how I know everything will be alright, come what may.

Dear King Harvest,

I don't know where I'd be without.

Worlds apart and yet still so much dependent on those

First-one-since-October sightings.

You make me smile always.

Sometimes I laugh,

But never to hurt.

I'm just so happy you are here.

Welcome to my beautiful life.

Deserves a quiet night...

Nightswimming deserves a quiet night.
The photograph on the dashboard, taken years ago,
turned around backwards so the windshield shows.
Every streetlight reveals the picture in reverse.
Still, it's so much clearer.
I forgot my shirt at the water's edge.
The moon is low tonight.

Nightswimming deserves a quiet night.
I'm not sure all these people understand.
It's not like years ago,
The fear of getting caught,
of recklessness and water.
They cannot see me naked.
These things, they go away,
replaced by everyday.

Nightswimming, remembering that night.
September's coming soon.
I'm pining for the moon.
And what if there were two
Side by side in orbit
Around the fairest sun?
That bright, tight forever drum
could not describe nightswimming.

You, I thought I knew you.
You I cannot judge.
You, I thought you knew me,
this one laughing quietly underneath my breath.
Nightswimming.

The photograph reflects,
every streetlight a reminder.
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night, deserves a quiet night.

Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes.

This is pretty much what makes me the happiest. The bells playing between the quarterly announcements, the breeze and the sun and the shade and the leaves never knowing which way is right to be blown. I love the sound of the million conversations in languages I don’t even recognize, the feet on the pavement before me, the look of the way each person walks, myself knowing it’s OK to be late to meet up with my own friends because I don’t want to lose this moment before it becomes part of my personal history.

And if there was a single thing I could say to the world, it would be this.

A Memoir

At times like these
It is difficult to find a way to express
What is in my heart.
When I see the sky a vibrant and uninterrupted blue,
Wise, mossy trees dancing happily in the breeze,
I feel I see the world
As it was intended to be seen.
Breathing in the scent of grass,
Birds kissing a soft chorus,
The sun smiling upon every flower it can find…
When I behold such beauty,
Such indestructible wonder,
Every part of me is taken by the wind
And suddenly I am in love.

Today is my lucky day!

For as bad of a start as yesterday got off to for so many tiny, insignificant, ridiculous reasons, today has been spectacular! ...And it's only 12:13 PM!

One of the big reasons is that while I'm still debating if my Tuesday/Thursday can handle it, it looks like fall semester is going to be one big 4-day weekend. That means I can probably hold a job. Wednesdays are going to be pretty lax either way, too, so that will be another huge plus.

My phone is still pretty messed up, so expect to be seeing that eggie-looking one back again. Oh, how I love's the Motorola.

This weekend is full of whatever, but I think it will be good to be home next Friday. I don't know. Maybe it's the antibiotics talking, but I hope it will be a good little trippie.

This is me, totally skipping Spanish for the first time out of both semesters.

Well, starshines, I hope your day is maaaahvelous.

Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon

I woke up feeling like absolute shit, but I love this crazy, fucked-up life I've been living. It's terrific, though I'll admit sometimes it gets to be too much. I still wouldn't trade it for a single thing.

Thank you for smiling today, even if maybe you didn't feel like it.

Ahem.

I just realized how much I write about wishing it were summer - basically, wishing it were any time but the present.

Just thought I'd clarify (not that anyone reads this anymore or to suggest that it's even worth reading): I love my life. Every decision I make may not be the best or the most productive (see: came to library to work on paper), but I'm the kind of girl who tries to learn from her mistakes and in doing so has no regrets that readily come to mind. I know I can get caught up in the little things all too easily, but I really do enjoy life and I hope with all my heart that my friends and acquaintances can find happiness in everything they do.

I suppose it isn't important to me that you read this. I simply don't feel like writing that paper.

Igloo

What a cool word.

The entire point of this update is to inform YOU (in case for some reason you weren't as readily and sadly aware of it as myself) that there are exactly 19 days of classes left. After that, we're home free.

Or at least free to work all damn summer.

Just thought I'd let you know, because while living here beats the shit out of living in Tampa, not going to classes beats the shit out of going to them.

Happy schooling.

This is an update.

And this is a pile of rocks.

I am watching One Tree Hill, feeling utterly useless. But you know what? We're only five weeks away from summer (or at least the beginning of exams), two days away from Relay for Life, and I have a Sex and the City buddy for the evening.

So I guess this isn't really an update so much as just a picture of some rocks.

Oh, Elton John.

I love life so much right now and also my roomie.

So here are some waves. Enjoy, because it's Spring butt-crushing Break and we only have four days of non-obligation left.

Peanut Arms and Ginger Kids

I have returned less one toenail and a fraction of my dignity (see: Weekend at Bernie's). What a terrific weekend.

Lomax.

So basically, yeah.

"At least you've got your surname."

Mile = 5K?

Stretch 738 words to a minimum of 1,000?

Why, yes; I think I will.

Supa-fried

I have a midterm in three hours, so I decided this would be the best time to update.

Basically all I want right now is summer. That's it; that's all I ask for. Heck - I'll even settle for a little Spring Break action. I just want some sand, some waves, and a sunny afternoon. Maybe even some bright pink polish on my toes.

Oh, classes. END ALREADY, DAMMIT!

Dear Birthday Sissy,

Happy birthday! I am sending you this Max and Ruby cake that you already sent me - turns out I'm allergic to metallic icing. Go figure.

Anywho! It's been great being your sister. Even though we didn't really have a choice in matters of the womb, I'm glad I got stuck with you because you're always fun to be with (except when you're making fun of me) (Even still, you're pretty accurate.). From the apple pies in the sky to the Shamus to the strawberry puppies to our secret love of Britney Spears's "Toxic," we are like, SOOOOOOOO bf4e!

I mean, you're cool.

I hope you're having a good one, Eek! I love you!