i've got the spins.

i love when i look down at my left wrist and see the small streak of pink, that scratch still healing in its tenderness. you know the one? the day that my brother and i did a photoshoot in michigan... i defiantly fought gravity and climbed the apple tree, provoking scratches and smiles galore. that streak on my left wrist? well, it reminds me of home.

i love when i close my eyes to blink and they stay put for a full beat. you know that feeling? it is exhaustion at it's finest, begging me to prolong the blink just...as...long...as...possible. but, alas, through the heaviness of these weighed down eyelids comes the memories that make them such. why sleep when there are so many cheers to cheer, so many snuggles to snug, and so many giggles to gig? the ever-lasting blinks? well, they remind me of how happy i am.

i love when my phone battery wears itself out and withers away. certainly for one moment frustration shows his face, but frustration succumbs to more important things. it succumbs to being free of constant communication and to plans made by door-knocks. soon i am not thinking of the time or the text or the voicemail, but instead i am thinking of the present. when my phone dies? well, it helps me slow down.

i love when i eat spicy food and my lips tingle and burn. besides the fact that the taste running through my body is worth it in and of itself,  it also is so telling of how well my skin is clearing up. that burn? well, that reminds me that things are changing.

i love when i hop into mazey and after a couple of moments that daunting orange light comes on. "check engine," she screams. it is mystery so enticing-- what could it be? my guess? she's just a tired little thing from running around: airports and bellinghams and oregons galore. she must be tired. ok, my pretty lady, let's rest. when the check engine light goes on? well, it reminds me of where i've been.

sometimes you just a new spin on things.

<3

le petit été

it's the first day of summer.

it's fifty degrees.

it's the first day of summer school.

oui monsieur!

<3

tula.

to my travel buddy. to my giggle buddy. to my adventure buddy. to my personal weather man. to somebody who helps me see the world through ever-inspired eyes. to a dreamer and a changer and a transformer and a man of wisdom and knowledge. to a kid at heart. to someone who taught me to take the world by the hand and dance with it. to rice and raisins. to "well b's and g's." to cowboy songs. toby keith. sunday popcorn. apple fights. ROCKS. (to stealing rocks from places all over the world. shhhhh.) to somebody who inspires knowledge and craves learning. to nine fingers and clubbed thumbs. to traveling abroad. to a role-model and an unabashed life-lover.

to my dear papi-tula.

cheers to you on this father's day. i love you so.

sans int.

my internetability is limited to a few minutes these days. it's limited to the few minutes i'm at my friend's houses, to the few minutes i sit and sip coffee down the street, to a very few minutes.

i gots no internets at home!

(so sorry for the anti-updates.)

michigan.

when your sissy is home and your days are full and you're sick of school and you need a break.....

you just want to go home.

it's real?

we prance around street fairs.

we listen to family bands sing "wagon wheel."we cry.

we eat cheese.

we eat cheese cake.

we buy coolbars and surprise friends on balconies.

we barbeque in the sun.

we sing dolly and mariah and hall & oates.

we dance dance dance dance dance.

we dress up for masquerades in sequined barets and sun-hats and heart-glasses and fur hats and fur coats. we take pictures in the streets.

we a-bar.

we dance on rooftops and talk about family.

we are alive. alive. alive. alive. 

dear weekends like these,

please don't ever end. 

i love you.

-m

when squirrels enter.

got home last night from a party to a kitchen full of broken dishes.

"i think something was here?" oh well-- leave it for the morning light, leave it for tomorrow.

and with tomorrow now today, and with my lil' head resting for a nap, i hear a crash. a boom. a crush. a bang bang bang. up i jump (disturbed my nap!) in i run (it's a really long way from the bedroom to the kitch, ya know?) ready to attack.

and there he stands.

a squirrel. wreaking havoc on my life.

that bastard.

f-r-e-e-d-o-m

to repeat last post, i cannot wait for summertime clothes.

(they are going to look very very french indeed.)

t-minus five.

this week: spelling bees and cinco de mayo barbecues and fiestas and slow dances and kate nash concerts.

next week: CRAVE events and friend's concerts and street fairs.

the week after: relay for life and sister's birthdays.

the next: visits to bellingham visits to darling anne and robert campbell, those newly engaged lovebirds.

and just two little weeks after that: SUMMER.

It doesn't really matter, I'll go where you feel
Hunt for the breeze, get a midnight meal
I point in the windows, you point out the parks
Rip off your sleeves and I'll ditch my socks
 

We'll dance to the songs from the cars as they pass
Weave through the cardboard, smell that trash
Walking around in our summertime clothes,
Nowhere to go while our bodies glow
And we'll greet the dawn in its morning blues
With purple yawn, you'll be sleeping soon
 

And I want to walk around with you

she'll be comin' round the mountain when she comes (and repeat).

i'm playing* my banjo again.

*let's use this word liberally, ok? i pluck a few strings and get too excited to ever really learn anything because that twang just makes my heart pitter.