it's snowing

Lawrence is quiet.


These pictures are from my bedroom when I was a senior in high school. Immediately following my move to Lawrence, my dad tore the posters and pictures off the walls and painted the room blue. You wouldn't recognize it now; my mother's done a lovely job of cleaning things up.



I actually enjoyed being at my parents' house for these past few days. I forgot my laptop and my phone charger, so I spent one night chatting on aim and stalking around the neighborhood on my phone, one night escaping to diners and familiar houses in Kansas City, and one night smoking out of my old bedroom windows and watching adult swim. It was a pretty comprehensive reflection on the last four years I spent in that house.

these are my eyes

I have coloration around my cornea because I'm nearsighted. It's like a birthmark, apparently.

Time to draw some blood.

I'm going to copy Amalia for a moment and recommend this song from the cd Max gave me for the drive home. I'm obsessed with this feeling of brief levitation and fullness.

I'm falling back in love with life right now and it's pretty serious. I'd better learn to schedule my sleep better around it, though, or else I'm going to forget what it's like to bury your head in a pillow and actually feel what it's like to lie down before passing out and immediately running to class.
Heaven forbid I forget the difference between actual rest and satisfying restlessness.

cutting your hair is healthy

It's an activity that really makes me feel great. Hair grows out of your head. Isn't that weird? Why should we feel weird about cutting it ourselves? There's no sense in being scared of messing up, as long as you have roommates to tell you what parts in the back are longer. Just keep cutting until it's right, because it will just keep growing, even after you're dead. Let's all listen to Regina Spektor more and, damnit, let's start being courageous!


I'm making a decent effort of it myself. My lips are still purple from last night's wine, and I remember closing my eyes and moving around and opening them to find everyone displaced, wish-wandering around the living room and myself just locked within my bopping head. Short hair is much more satisfying to swish from side to side, and anything that makes me feel more like a Peanuts character on the dance floor is what's absolutely best for me.

my bedroom feels like a tower

Four windows, less mess, more light when there's light and a more significant lack thereof.
It's so easy to dream about when I'm on campus working for days at a time. I want to be there right now, but I'm on facebook chat next to Devin who's on facebook chat in Anschutz on campus cuz we crazzzy.
Yesterday I called studio home and Sarah screamed from upstairs for me never to do that again. I probably won't, for this semester at least.

so right now

The sun is setting and all the dog-walkers and attractive people on their bikes are rushing home. I have class in half on hour (/all time time, anymore) and I'm using up the last excuse I had to stay home (laundry) so I could be apart of this afternoon (beautiful).

There's no better way to acquaint yourself with a kitchen table than filling out paperwork and sketching floor plans. The light filters out early in the 3' gap between our house and neighbors'.

It may be overdone, but I really enjoy living in this house (#8)
AND THAT'S WHAT'S UP.