summer day 90

is it a thumbs up or thumbs down? isn't this the age-old question.

is it good or bad? is it right or wrong? is it smart or dumb?








is it hell beckoning me to burn in misery or is it the glowing light of heaven warm with anticipation and tenderness?

you know my opinion on true love.

summer day 89

somehow I skipped ahead a day. hmm.





today I realized that I start a new schedule next week: two steady days a week at another store. this means I will only be at my home store 3 days a week--at the most.

I have mixed feelings about the transition. my new store is somewhat of a giant 7-11 type of place. convenience. fast. irregulars. however, the people I will work are awesome-- upbeat, friendly, go-getter workers. I feel welcome and foreign at the same time. the drive to work is shorter for me, so that's a plus too.

I'll keep you posted.

summer day 88

I checked in on my little brother today (my parents are out of town) and thought we were going to ride our bikes to happy hour at smoky mountain. found him playing halo and could not be wrenched away from the tv screen. so I went alone. not surprising, all things considered.





yes, this is real--my mom feels compelled to remind my brother to close the freezer door.

at least I got some fresh garden onions out of my trip.





even though I washed my hands 3 times, I can still smell onion. I better stop smelling my fingers though. people might get the wrong impression.

summer day 87

after talking with Amy tonight, I realized my life lacks passion. I'm 25 and feel bitter and unfulfilled.

so I broke out my colored pencils box (to sketch a little before bed) and found an old dinosaur pencil sharpener with the dates '86 and '89 on it and a pink eraser from my elementary school days. I've always turned to a creative outlet to express my feelings. for some reason, I'm comforted by knowing this.

this is a small dedication to do less iphoning and more of what has brought me joy year after year--and phase after phase.

summer day 86

I watched "Harry Brown" and indulged in some pasta today.





Michael Caine's British movie is definitely not for kids--but like most things in life, the bloody revenge tale made me think.

I've never been more supportive of the American Constitutional right to bear arms. I am no NRA member and I try to refrain from public political statements, but I will ask you this: if someone came to your home with the intent to set fire on your doorstep or if you frequently walked a street filled with cocaine dealers raping girls in nearby tunnels, would you appreciate the opportunity to protect yourself? and the people you love?

this is just something to think about.

summer day 85

some things never change. like my hair always grows back after a haircut.





like the leaves beginning to turn yellow with fall's impending seasonal reign.

I love this time of year.

summer day 84

kind of in love.

love rachel's struggles with embracing her talents and desires to be cool.

love will's dedication to setting a good example for his unborn child and leading his students to victory by showcasing their talents.

love emma's adorable quirks! she has issues and I love it.

love quinn's shift from insider to outsider with her teen pregnancy. why do children have to grow up so fast?

love kurt's beyonce dance!

love quotes like "being an adult means you have to make choices" and "dr. Phil says people can change!"

I wouldn't say that I've been through what these characters experience--but I can sympathize with wanting to be good at something, with wanting to find a partner that is a best friend, your biggest fan, and who can be silly and serious, with figuring out who I am and what I want and how I can show others what I can do.

this is another Ryan Murphy creation that I love.

summer day 83

went to art in the park today with Amy! haven't been in years. decided to park my car off garden street by my friend's house and ride my bike on the greenbelt the rest of the way. made it there in 10 minutes, pedaling my hardest so I wouldn't be late.

learned a bit about "art" today: 1) starving artists must not be that hungry afterall, judging from the shocking pricetags! 2) I cannot enjoy art when being jabbed in the side by a pushy mom or startled by the gorilla-like wails of a child or dodging disgusting dogs-that-border-on-squirrels. and 3) it's true that art is a very diverse subject...from delicate japanses vases to leather knots to giant squash-shaped blown glass pieces...everyone has their own talents and appreciates their own art.

after a more leisurely ride back to my car--and after stopping to take a few pictures of the river from the greenbelt, I arrived at my car to find the front right tire completely flat. like rim on the pavement. suck-ville. luckily my friend's husband and my dad were there to help me; I felt terrible for inconveniencing everyone. luckily, my tire decided to screw me while I was not driving on the interstate or on my way to work or something equally as devastating. so I'm looking for tires now. frick.

on the flipside, I had a good morning with my friend, ate some nachos and an icee, and bought a super cute reversable headband for $5.






but then I went home and cried into my pillow for a while.

summer day 82

who's in? $25 for the 5k race. all flat, paved roads, and free pancake breakfast! this is exciting.

summer day 81

this is hanging in the bathroom where I worked today. good to know.