to do-oooo be do be do

Thinking about making a plan for January. Everyone will be married, the snow will be here, and I'll still be wanting what I've always wanted. : )

great feeling #1

When someone spots you on the street and can't wait to say hello. xo.

27

I think I would be completely OK with turning 27 if I my drunk self didn't ask for advice... most of which sounds like "you don't have a boyfriend and you're 27? That doesn't sound like a very good life! Hurry up and find one."

The hardest part? I already know.

So happy. So sad. So wanting to pack my bags and see what's next.

xo

woah!

I learned a lot at dinner tonight. It was good that I already ate dinner at my house, and then was all ears with a warm cup of tea in my hands. I was also able to impart some of my womanly wisdom and insight. #sharingiscaring

I don't think anything is going to feel better than this bath before bed. Weeeee! xo.

Tomorrow looks like it's going to be a hard one.

Eek. Au Secour. Por Favor. x to the o.

it's a wrap: sunday evening musings

music can be so very calming.
friends can be so very funny. nothing's cuter than creating inside jokes at the start of a hangout sesh, and recycling them before the outing's over.
sneaking into an extra film is thrilling in that maybe I'm still in high school kind of way.
rearranged my room and nothing's sweeter than waking up to the sun and the trees and the bright blue sky.
people are making me dizzy in a good way.
xo.

hi, again

So I'm taking a little bit of time to regroup and reorganize and reconsider everything that's been going on in this place, in my space, at this pace.

My living area includes a desk lifted from the street with the help of my strong-enough-like-sheryl's-(maybe)-guy neighbour. It's been sitting there for too long, unused, and I'm now going through the process of rearranging mon boudoir to fit a little study corner. They say you aren't supposed to mix sleep and work, but maybe I'm not listening to those people. And maybe I'll use this desk for fun things, like rants of consciousness and creative writing and this and a that.

I was inspired after reading someone's blog and seeing her formidable list of things to do in 2009. They seemed crazy but it seems like she's going to do them all (or at least, a lot) and that's really, really awesome. Lists can be cool like that and sneak into your subconscious and help you do all of those things you really, really want to do. Second guesses, out the window, so long.

Did I tell you I have a cold? Yes, this is called the post-Stampede flu and my boss says it's because I didn't put polysporin up my nose before the plane took off. It sounds crazy, but I actually took her advice when I flew to France a mere few months ago, and I came back healthy and looking alive. Not that I look dead, but I'm missing a little glow, for sure.

Maybe it's time to put those strawberries back on.

Wish me luck in this crazy pursuit.

xo