Friday, September 30, 2011

As loud as a lover's words.

He said, "Could you watch the world burn with me?"
And I figured I'd have to think about that.

But it sure was nice. 

And then Iron & Wine said, "Oh, how the rain sounds as loud
as a lover's words.
Now and again she's afraid when
the sun returns."

And so I thought about it. 

Have a beautiful weekend.

Monday, September 12, 2011


trist·esse foreign term \trÄ“-stes\  - melancholy; sadness.  Origin: French

I can only come up with four possible explanations for any level of tristesse at this point in my mortal existence (i.e. today).

Could it be because: 1. I drank half and half with my Honey Nut Cheerios this morning, thinking it was my roommate's milk (serves me right for thinking I could borrow just a little)? Good at first, nauseating after the second bowl.

2. I watched When Harry Me Sally last night, and now I feel lonely? (Serves me right for thinking, "yay! Let's watch a happy romantic movie!")

3. I had a dream last night I was married to someone to whom I am most definitely not married?

4. I'm just a dummy dumb dumb dumb?

What do you think? I have no time for the unexplainable,  deep-set, french variety of sadness.

Saturday, September 3, 2011

Run Away

Swiss Days 10K today.
You didn't think I could do it, did you?
Did you!???

Team Girl Power: Kimberly, Mika, Michelle, Moi, and Jamie.
Shame on you.
(Shame on me for thinking the same thing)

 I'm running a half marathon in October.
I ate a donut as soon as I finished.

Love, infected blister, and running through the mountains in the morning,

Friday, September 2, 2011

I had a dream Bunny came home, but she looked like a cat.

Bunny and our good friend, Orson.
I have a sneaking suspicion that it 's due to learning about Hinduism right now in my Humanities of Asia class. My diligent little unconscious was applying academia to real-life situations!

Bunn Bunn was either reincarnated as a kitty, or she had had to alter her appearance in order  to survive on the harsh streets of South Provo.
But either way, she came back! And the longer she was with us, the less she started looking like a cat, and the more like a rabbit. 
It was actually strikingly similar to  someone recovering from Polyjuice Potion, now that I think about it. We discovered a fluffy bunny tail under her kitty tail, and her ears started growing and flopping. We were so overjoyed. We ate carrots and sang a  song of tear-filled reunion and blissful hopes for the future.
It just felt so real, you know?

I had a dream  I met my ex-boyfriend's ex-girlfriend (not me, someone else) in a public restroom. I recognized her from Facebook stalking (don't look down on me, you do it too), and sort of followed her into the bathroom stall. We had a joyful meeting once she recovered from the shock, but then we realized our shared ex-boyfriend was standing outside the door. We both took extreme pleasure in making him wait for us for once.
It was beautiful.

I had a dream it was time to wake up, but it wasn't yet.
But then it was.

I feel a little visionary. I feel like today's horoscope, tomorrow's fortune cookie, and last night's dreams alike would tell me to look for answers in unexpected places. I feel like it's time to wake up and to put some things to rest. 

Love, clarity, and karma,


I want to carry you
and for you to carry me
the way voices are said to carry over water.

Just this morning on the shore,
I could hear two people talking quietly
in a rowboat on the far side of the lake.

They were talking about fishing,
then one changed the subject,
and, I swear, they began talking about you.

Billy Collins

that's all, folks


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