Our windows are open; I’m sitting in bed reading and drinking hot tea; the evening light looks pretty on the wall. I’m wearing the lightest, softest green turtleneck ever. B. and I had dinner together, eating sandwiches outside. My last class of the day was cancelled, and I have no meetings or rehearsals tonight, so I’ve been free since four o’clock and will be until I go to bed, and I have nothing that needs to be done except laundry, dishes, some reading and a little bit of research. No running around unless I feel like it. It’s nice.
dresses; sunny days that manange not to be too hot; sunglasses given to me by B.; how the townfolk who walk their dogs on campus almost always let you stop and pet said dogs; our room this year; salads; dance class; singing; dinosaurs; pretending to be dinosaurs; dinosaur sandwich-cutters and the people who like them; cats and kittens and people who you initially think are sort of vulgur and unappealing but who think that hurting cats or any other animal for amusement is disgusting which makes you remember how complex people are and that you should never hastily judge someone; dancing around in my underwear to ABBA; feeling like I can do anything; the window-sill by my bed; walking everywhere all the time; fresh green beans; hugs all the time; friends; bouncy music; when things turn out so much better than you thought they would
01. Tonight for dinner I made lentils, a plateful of bok choy (we needed to finish it up) and sliced carrots, and home-made hummus and whole-wheat pitas. I may never buy pitas from the store again. Mmm.
02. No matter what the temperature and humidity levels in our house may be, some member of the family will be uncomfortable.
03. I know the actual words (not one hundred percent, but mostly) of the Zulu lyrics at the beginning of “Circle of Life.” But it’s still fun to sing it “Pink pajamas, penguins on the bottom.”
I wrote a long rant about how it frustrates me that some people don’t seem to realize that not all people are alike, and that just because someone thinks, feels, or responds to things differently than you - or has different values, tastes, and aspirations than you do - doesn’t automatically make them something negative (such as attention-seeking or cold or boring or obnoxious). It just means they’re different than you, and it’s unfair to slap a negative label on them when you don’t actually know why they are the way they are or what their intentions are.
Then I realized that what I just said is really what my point was, so I guess that’s all I need to say.
In the midst of crying stupidly over The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants on the Lifetime Movie Network, I saw a commercial for Olympic Dreams. This hasn’t happened since I was like twelve.
To avoid being distracted by the nervous stomach aches I get when driving makes me anxious, I belt out ABBA songs in operatic fashion and hope that other people at the stoplight have their windows down so they can hear me.
I want to rent every single one of her movies and study them.
i need more bob marley in my life.
holy cow i am as boring as white toast. maybe tomorrow i’ll discuss at length my recent rediscovery of my love for pretear, how it moves me and how i connect to it in ways difficult to describe, and how while i love both the anime and the manga i think i prefer the manga overall and all the reasons why.
or maybe i’ll tell you about the bread i’m currently baking. german rye perfection. mmm.