Apr 06
oh yeah, and:
I’m back in the Cake-ing business::
I was pretty excited about the outcome this time.
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I’m changing homes soon!
Hold tight until then :)
Comments (View)Mar 14
REACH!
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We make up our own rules.
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That’s right babe. First appearance on my blog and you’re sprinkling cupcakes. That’s my boy.
Comments (View)Mar 08
Heffalumpagus
Thank you, gran, for causing my new addiction to watching the news every time I settle myself down at my computer. Thank you, MSNBC, for making me even more (and rightfully so) paranoid. Yes, I am. Though many of you would think that wasn’t even possible, I am.
Since Wednesday I’ve been following the cases of the Auburn student Lauren Burk, 18, who was found shot to death on Tuesday, and UNC student body president Eve Carson, 22, found dead early Wednesday morning. Every time I hear these stories, I always shudder. So young, so vulnerable. Just like me. And then you usually hear that it was the girl’s ex-boyfriend, or a husband she was in the middle of an ugly divorce with, or some someone they knew, and you say a possibly inappropriate “thank you” for it being something other than a random act of violence that could happen to just anyone.
And then you have cases like these two girls. The reporter on MSNBC this morning put it so painfully clear, in the words of my own fear:
“So often, the victim knew the assailant. But this proves that it could happen to anyone just going about their business. We all tend to be sadly happy when we found out the girl was killed by her boyfriend or some relationship she was involved in. But when you have random crimes like this, when it could be a method for crime in the future for another criminal, because we know criminals like to copy each other, we get frightened. We think that next time we drive it might be us or someone we love.”
Mhmm, thank you. Thank you for proving that I do have reason to be scared every time I leave my house, or walk to my car in the empty parking lot after I close the store, or approaching my house at 3 am in the morning on my dark street. Every time I start to feel the fear rising in me I think, “Oh that’s just silly. That’s not going to happen to me, here, in my little suburban town.” But I know that Eve and Lauren both thought that, too. They were as innocent as I am. They had aspirations just like I do. But their’s were cut short.
Be safe, ya’ll. It’s real. And keep their family and friends in your thoughts.
End Note: Two weeks ago, my neighbor 4 houses down was tied up, held at knifepoint, and robbed by 3 foreign black men for over an hour at 3 o’clock in the afternoon. Hello rational fear x 10.
Comments (View)Mar 06
Got out of my first class 1 hour early. Do i use my time to study for midterm next class? ‘course not. Give me an ipod and a bench instead.
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I’ve been watching a lot of Fox News recently. Thank you Gran.
Comments (View)Mar 03
When in Rome
Stop thinking. Sometimes I think thoughts think. Thoughts think on their own to feet and remember unforgotten things. It’s fun and dangerous- like picking apples from Eden trees. Lottery thoughts hijack my mind, they pilot my life. Don’t think. Don’t think or the thoughts will come. Now the thought thinking has begun. Thoughts are the mail, my mind is a box. There are invitations in the air and thoughts are the unwanted relatives that are sure to RSVP. The trees are cheating, but their annual attempted suicides aren’t fooling me. Be like the trees, my mind is shedding her leaves. Be like the trees, always bleeding in the wrong season when she needs her clothes for all those hospital winters. Be a tree, let your guard down, let your leaves fall. All the pretty things get scratched. All the pretty people are ruined, like the pretty leather shoes that they wear in the pretty rain. Words are pretty in my head. They glow like pale skin in the path of the moon and on stage in space. The moon pretends her pretty light. We listen to bands, we eat their sauteed lyrics. We let the radio speak for us when the words wont come out right.
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As some of you have noticed (thank you!), I’ve added comments to my blog. This is a test-period, so speak up and make it worthwhile!
I’ve been in a lovesicksleepdeprived coma for the past three weeks. This morning I woke up and couldn’t remember
a) how I got home last night
b) if I washed my face, or did other night-time activities
c) getting into bed
[no need to be concerned, mom]
I really hope that this isn’t one of those days that everyone says it’s going to snow and then it DOESN’T HAPPEN. I’d really like to work when it’s snowing (I imagine the store will be rather empty) and I’d like to not have class tomorrow. I’d watch Gigi all day long. Or, at least twice.
