YEAH

i am now the 14-year-old goth i never was. my mom would kill me if she saw me right now.

seriously, though, i've always wanted to paint my nails black. i just like the way they look. and i couldn't be a high school goth girl because i'm like the happiest kid on the planet right now. i'm wearing sweatpants, my roommates are watching fast times at ridgemont high, my wife is here visiting me from france, and i'm about to pick up bryan gomm from work at robert's.

impossibilities

there's this episode of king of the hill where bobby works as a soda vendor at a nascar track. he's the "go-to guy" for his psycho boss. at one point, during a race, the boss asks bobby to run across the track to bring him a soda. "GO-TO HERE, GO-TO GUY."

i'm not saying my boss puts me in life-threatening situations but she does seem to expect the impossible. which i simply cannot give her. like, i can't make a 3-inch binder any smaller.

yakitate!! japan

i found an anime that is about a kid with solar hands who's obsessed with making japan's representative bread.

my life is complete.

hey dad

me, dad, and a giant rabbit (1990)

here in north carolina, what should be a 40mph road is generally a 55-60mph road. we don't exactly live in the boonies, but the area is still pretty woodsy. every so often you'll see a little turtle frantically--as frantically as a turtle can get, anyway--trying to cross one of these roads.

my dad is in the army. people salute him and call him sir. but whenever he sees a turtle crossing the road, he stops the car, gets out, and carries the little guy over to the other side.

idiot wind

sometimes i just want to be dramatic.

storytelling

"It gives me strength, almost unbelievable strength, to know that you are there. I covet your eyes, your ears, the collapsible space between us. How blessed are we to have each other? I am alive and you are alive so we must fill the air with our words. I will fill today, tomorrow, every day until I am taken back to God. I will tell stories to people who will listen and to people who don't want to listen... All the while I will know that you are there. How can I pretend that you do not exist? It would be almost as impossible as you pretending that I do not exist."
-dave eggers, what is the what (2006), p. 535

i've been at my parents' house in north carolina for a month now. it's my first break from school since i started in april '08. and it's weird not being around people all the time. somehow, instant messaging/text messaging/phone calls/twitter/facebook makes me even lonelier. there are certain desperate times when, if i don't get a reply to a text message within a half hour, i start worrying that this person either (a) is in mortal peril or (b) hates my guts.

so that passage from what is the what has been both inspiring and comforting to me. as long as i'm putting words out there, someone is hearing them. someone is there.

new digs

judging by how infrequent my blog posts are, you'd think i have nothing to say. this is partially true. i rarely have anything important/significant to say. but i think a lot. you can see what i'm thinking every day, practically on the hour, on this new little tumblr i have. and may i suggest that everyone i know should get a tumblr? this is the best method of blogging i've ever come across and believe you me, i've been around this blogosphere for a long time.

TUMBLR