Broke babies make their own fun

I have no money so I'm making things!
(visuals to come.)

What insomnia allows for

- night air
- watching cassiopia contemplate drinking out of the big dipper
- extended company of good friends
- 'What A Wonderful World' Radiohead and Louis Armstrong mashup
- the feeling of my sleeping kitten curled against the backs of my knees

Yes, I'm blogging again :P

It's funny because Mike and I were reading old blogs... and as dorky as it is, I also realize why I appreciate this shit. When I read my old stuff, I think "Who IS this girl?! That's not me anymore." That's a wonderful thing being able to physically see your own growth/change.

Some changes are easy to feel -- such as the change from being rich to being poor, which I have been experiencing lately. But slow gradual growth as a person isn't something you really notice and don't always get a chance to look back on.

Plus it's pretty funny reading about "like, how like amazing this day was ^_^ and how much i like totally love Jesus!!"

I'm going to COOK tonight. PEACE!

Today I am a Productivity Queen

Wake up
Brush your teeth
Feed the cat
Dress yourself
Go to the dentist
Go out for lunch
Get eyebrows threaded
Get cashmoney
Go to Roxton
Gather necessary items

Blog about it.

Get picked up by Deckster
Have coffee
Drop stuff off at home
Go to campus
See Laura
Go home
(Mop
Clean litter box
Paint)

*Everthing in parentheses are subject to changes after bed sighting.

June

I got a tooth pulled out today and aside from the bloody gauze sucking that I'm doing now, it was actually kind of a pleasant experience. The dentist was this hilarious guy who gave me laughing gas and said "drugs are good!" lol I was so high throughout the entire thing, I'm surprised I could follow directions. At one point I'm pretty sure my leg fell off the chair and it took a great deal of effort for me to heave it back on.

Aside from that, I had a really nice time with my mom today-- we talked about some really interesting stuff that she'd never shared with me before about herself and about my grandmother. It really provided me with some serious insight into myself and into spirituality. It's funny-- sometimes you think you know someone but really there's so, so much you don't. Stuff that makes you understand.

Life's been a little wonky for the past few days. Chancho's feeling it too-- he's nervous today... staring at something that isn't there, hair standing on end. It's kind of scaring me, but I locked us in my room (well, fai's room which is mine for the summer) and am painting and playing some music. Plus, the tylenol 3 is kicking in so good on that.

Things that make life good:
- my cat
- my paint
- taking 4 tylenols on the weekend by accident
- bonding with my mother
- the birthday cake icecream that's in the fridge