red pants and a lobster tail

something I've been thinking about..

I saw this online and found it to be applicable to my life--take for example surfing (drop-out: big time), swimming (considering dropping-out), waffle making (amateur: although I hear tales about really wonderful waffles and my mother makes amazing waffles, I just can't bring myself to put forth effort beyond the standard Betty Crocker recipe), procrastination (expert: constantly inventing new heights).
I think seeing my pathetic-ness in chart form is motivating me to try a little harder (ex: swimming; still not ready for the waffles).  Although there are people born with amazing natural talent (Andrew Beck), a lot of people are great because they really spend a huge amount of time working on it (Andrew Beck).  So the key is not getting discouraged, not getting complacent (waffles again) and just continuously pushing forward.  that's what I learned.
Onward to the awesomeness threshold! go to!

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s&g

I'm up too late crafting as I'm prone to do when leslie is out of town.  I'm really not supposed to do it--I get off my schedule and start getting tired, lonely and sad. by the time she finds her way back home I'm a mess. anyways while I was working the computer played a simon and garfunkel song and it was nice so I took the music off shuffle and hung out awhile feeling the waves of nostalgia--high school. discovering simon and garfunkel, cat stevens and the beatles. poetry and hippies and artsy boys.  melanie and tye and I watching beatles movies, converting our jeans into bell bottoms and trying to make our own love beads. merran and I writing poetry and angsty essays. the cool guys with their fancy SLRs and awkward fumbling in the dark room. my red car.
it seems like I've been through 500 lifetimes.  my life now, in boston, is so removed from everything. April Come She Will. even my early boston days feel like another lifetime. everything was so unknown and raw. I was so alone. and now here I am in my furnished home. furnished with my things. working on my 4th year in this apartment. can you even believe it

for the love of Pretzel

Happy Birthday, Brooklyn!

a happy mardi gras

so I don't really know anything about mardi gras as I have never celebrated it.  I've heard some folks like to do neat things like making masks and pots of beans and sausage or something.  sounds awesome. someday I am going to find out for myself and celebrate mardi gras good and proper.

not tonight though.  tonight I'm going to take pictures of my friend E on the flying trapeze.
happy mardi gras!