this spring, dance.

there is this ironic twist that happens when you decide to share your thoughts and moments on a space such as this: the busier you are, the longer you go without writing; the longer you go without writing, the more you have to say; the more you have to say, the more daunting it becomes, and simply adds to the list of "i am too busy to touch that right now." and so days and days pass without words, weeks and weeks pass without clicks, and suddenly we are left catching up with a month's worth of shtuff.

but, come on. we're all grownups. let's move past that.

what has this month brought? a community of nothing but absolute goodness, that is what.

we have learned how to greet the days and celebrate the mornings:

we have learned how to forget our troubles and soak up the afternoons:

we have learned how to live the prime of our lives and go without sleep:

we have DANCED with a thousand people in the streets of seattle: flash mob flash mob flash mob 

we have SUNG with a hundred people in the secret gem of seattle: organaoke


i have put my dancing shoes on.


and after some time, after a break from writing and a break from thinking, i have realized that i am absolutely bulletproof. so, chin up and ready to strut: 

i'm happier dancing to the beat of my own drum than that rhythmic spell. cheers to that. 


i was a dancer all along. 

BUSY.

i just turned down a job to be a baker in one of the greatest cafés in the neighborhood.

because

i

am

too

damn

busy.

it pains pains pains pains pains pains me.

a trick.

when you're feeling down and not even the sunny days help...

find something girly that takes your blues away. 

and then buy it. 

the road.

i would like to close my computer, turn off my phone, and get in my volvo and go.

i'd make a fresh pot of coffee first.

i'd wear a yellow dress.

i'd pick some flowers on my way out the door

some would go in my pocket

and some on my dashboard.

the tunes would wail and my hair would tangle in the wind.

in front of me: a blank blank slate.

 and an open road to anywhere.

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this restless feeling makes my heart weak sometimes.

its all ending.

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and this is how i spend my time instead of studying.

HA.

it's MARCH?!

last weekend:

this week:

my hard work.

this weekend:

PORT LAND.

next week:

.....finals....

a twenty-three-year track record......

1987: “You are My Sunshine,” Bob Dylan & Johnny Cash 

1996: “Galileo,” Indigo Girls

1997: “Welcome to the Cruel World,” Ben Harper

1999: “Hometown Glory,” Adele

2005: “The Wind,” Cat Stevens

2006: “Down Home Girl,” Old Crow Medicine Show

2007: “Light Enough to Travel,” The Be Good Tanyas

2009: “A Mi Manera,” Siempre Así

 

2010: “Making Pies,” Patty Griffin

2010: “We Lived in Bars,” Cat Power

it's a battle.

registering for classes always reveals the odd parody that exists between my two battling selves:

she who loves a challenge, strives for success, over achieves, and wants the absolute best and greatest from every college credit taken and dollar spent;

and she who is lazy, burnt out, tired, and ready. for. a. break.

and as the clock strikes six am it is a silent battle between the two sides, each with justifiable arguments and selfish aims, each with reason to thrive, each with reasonable claims for existence.

stay tuned to find out who wins.

dark chocolate espresso powder soufflé cupcakes with white chocolate mint cream droplets.

all i have to say is... hooooooly shit.....

these little guys were the hardest (and most rewarding) cupcakes i've ever made.

happy weekend.

fevers.

you give me fever when you kiss me fever when you hold me tight. fever in the morning fever all through the night. 


i got a loss of appetite, im so tired, i can't sleep can't dream wake up every night. chills runnin' down my spine, my fever is so high. 


sometimes i'll hear her when she's sleeping, her fever dream a language on her face. 


i don't know why they make fevers sound so sexy.


you certainly don't feel that way when you wake up on a thursday morning and have a fever of 102. yuck.