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.

pause for the paws.

dog-sitting proves that i'm not ready for a lot of things.

that list of things includes: a dog, a child, or anything that resembles a dog or a child.

at last.

at last, the middle of the quarter has passed. :) and how do you celebrate?

well. you get a fresh start. your little restless spirit starts acting up. you know you can't move anywhere right now (michelle, let's be realistic here), but you need a change. you need something. and so...you cut off all. of. your. hair. and for now you feel refreshed and renewed and so damn good.

well. you sink sweetly into the house that you are house-sitting. television! ovens! a living room and a bedroom and a kitchen? WHAT?

well. you get a case of bakes. you get a case of the "dear school, im not doing any of that damn homework you mandate" rebellion. and you get the laze craze...oh yes i'm crazy about that laze craze.

and after that you raise your glass to the end of the weekend. happy over-the-middle. happy nineteen twenties hair. happy valentine's day. happy president's day. cheers to it all.