Friday, December 9, 2011

What if...

What if this is true? Quick! Someone invent a cat mind reader thingy! Then again, they would probably just say something like, "Get it off, get it off, GET IT OFF BEFORE I DIE!!!" And they would never actually share the secrets to life with us anyways, so there's no point. Never mind, geniuses of the world, just stick to trying to cure cancer.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

May the Force be with...

This made me smile, so now it makes you smile too!

On another note, today I discovered that one (only one) of the public transit buses in San Luis Obispo is not like the others. Oh no, one of the buses is not the same. And of course I would notice. Most of the buses are bilingual and their seat covers have a pattern of red and blue alternating bars (just the thing to liven up those boring ol' gray interiors!). But this one particular bus is a rebel. It has rainbow bars (it's a fashion statement), and it has only English signs. I began to wonder about the implications of this and what sort of statement the transit people were trying to make, but then I got bored and ruminated on how much I feel sorry for the poor person who had to design the pattern on those seats.

Also, at the bus stop, there was a homeless man with a DVD player. And a bunch of sketchy guys talking about something very seriously, but I don't know what because they always dropped their voices right as they mentioned whatever it was. I was very disappointed, I wanted to know what the "stupid bitch" had done to mess up everything.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

This is Living

I went to the kitchen to get my cherry pie (which my boyfriend kindly bought for me as a surprise) from the fridge. I ignored the dishes stacked in the drying rack like a terrible game of Jenga gone wrong, the white counters that are covered in appliances, food, towels and crumbs, the pile of cardboard boxes stacked to the ceiling, and opened the fridge. My pie was not where it had been, it was hidden behind the Arizona Iced Tea bottles, which were hidden behind the numerous root beer bottles, which were on behind the mayonnaise, which were on top of the tortillas. When I had happily eaten another piece of my pie I placed it back where I found it.
Living with five guys really makes a girl feel good about her own habits.

Thursday, September 22, 2011

The Definition of Fun

After everyone moved to SLO to begin school we all went to farmers market. We spent hours in a coffee shop called Kruezburg, CA, our favorite place. We were there until nearly midnight playing chess and scrabble, having the time of our lives and laughing so hard we were hoarse by the end of the night. Next to us was a group of people who were also laughing, but it was because they were getting drunk. Walking back to the car I saw so many people around our age flooding the bars, or leaving them. It made me happy to know that my group's idea of a good time didn't involve alcohol. We weren't stumbling home and we can actually remember how much fun we had.

Monday, September 12, 2011

I saw a sea of sunflowers and it made me smile. (Alliteration FTW!)

Sunday, September 11, 2011


Ten years ago today I walked out into the kitchen to get my lunch ready for what I thought would be a normal day in fourth grade. But as I looked up at the small TV sitting on the counter I saw two buildings I didn't recognize with smoke coming out of them. I watched as suddenly the towers fell in on themselves as if they had been made of toothpicks. Everyone was scared and upset. I didn't understand why.
It wasn't until I got to school that I began to learn the true nature of what had happened. They told us there were people in those buildings, many of which had died when the planes had crashed into them. I couldn't understand why anyone would fly a plane into a building full of people. All I new was that the people who did were called terrorists, and that they were bad people.
I grew up in a world after 9/11, and I will always remember that day. Even if we learn to forgive, we must never forget.

Friday, September 9, 2011


I love oleander, because it is both beautiful and dangerous. It’s flowers smell sweet and entice you with their simple colors, while the leaves are poisonous if ingested. No one is perfect.

Thursday, September 8, 2011


(I almost forgot to post today!)

I like to sew stuffed animals, and recently I've been making a lot for my new etsy shop, Kaleidoscope Creatures. While I'm making them I noticed a strange quirk of mine. I feel that they are not truly "alive" until they have eyes, so I always put the eyes in last. I can't help it, I feel like the moment I see them looking at me they start gaining personalities. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, so I feel like when I give them eyes I am giving them souls.
They're not really alive though, unless Toy Story is actually a documentary.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Why I Love Cats

I love cats, not because they’re cute and cuddly – though they often are – but because they are themselves a one hundred percent of the time. They just don’t give a f*** what you think about them, they are going to sleep in the sun all day if that’s what they feel like. Because of this they won't love you JUST because you feed them, you have to earn their love and trust, which makes it an even greater gift.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Bird Girl

I wish I was a bird sometimes. If I was a bird I could go anywhere I wanted, anytime. I wouldn’t have to rely on modern transportation, or anyone else for that matter. I could just take off and get above it all. Then I could enjoy life for what it really is: a fun flight that will eventually come to an end, but until then shouldn’t be taken too seriously.

And it's funny, but I think this little dream of mine is reflected in my appearance sometimes. My friend even decided that the best animal to fit my personality would be a bird (and then proceeded to paint a portrait of me wearing a crane mask). It makes me wonder, are our personalities and appearances made up of all our little dreams and fantasies? When you look at a person are you seeing more than just their faces, but also their entire mind?

Monday, September 5, 2011

Infinite Wisdom

Blake and R2D2
We should really listen to children more often, and I know I'm not the only person to have said that. Watching my little brother, Blake, (there is a difference between us of ten years) grow up I really do see what people are talking about. So I try not to tune him out all the time. That's how I came to be in the kitchen sharing tea with him while he teaches me and my mom how to make the sound of a wookie. That is some very important wisdom.

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

I went sailing yesterday with friends and it was so much fun, but what I loved the most was watching the waves around us. To me they looked like a large amount fabric, a textured blue velvet, that was stretched all around us. It was like someone far away was taking that velvet and flapping it up and down, causing the waves.
But then I started getting seasick and I had to stop watching the water.

Monday, August 29, 2011

The trees are so alive...

The trees are so alive. Especially when the wind flows through their branches and makes them sway and sing. So many people always see them as these dead, unmoving things, but they’re not. They are constantly moving, building and growing upwards. They always reach for the sky, heading ever higher towards the sun they crave. They don’t waste any time running around on the ground, like we do. They always reach up towards what they really want. You see, the moment you stop rushing about and look up, that’s when you can really start reaching for what’s good in life.

Half Back...

I'm back from the world of no cell service or internet connections, it was wonderful. I'm still on vacation, however, so posts will be sparse. Not that it matters much, I probably only have around two to three readers, so I hope you guys don't mind. New post in a bit.

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Gone and gone again...

Doodle from the car ride to Disneyland
So I just got back from a four day family vacation to Disneyland (which was awesome) and tomorrow I'm leaving on a two week trip to visit with my boyfriend and his family. I'll be writing down stuff I think of as I go, but there is no internet on the ranch where we will be staying so there will be no more posts until September 6th. =)

Saturday, August 13, 2011


When I look back on my childhood, I realize that despite some rough spots I had a pretty great one. I learned how to jump a fence (if it was small enough), catch a toad, and create whole worlds using just my imagination and the wild grass. My fondest memories from that time aren’t from movies, tv, or videogames. The memories I cherish are of the adventures I had (I hated playing house or worse, school). Of running barefoot on a gravel road, playing with my shadow in the moonlight, watching the stars and having an awesome outdoor cat who always brought the grossest surprises.

Friday, August 12, 2011


Have you ever noticed how sad and dead lawn grass seems to be compared to wild grass? I mean, if you had your head cut off every time you tried to reach up a little higher you would become sad and dead too, wouldn’t you? Remind you of anyone you know? And why is it that we often prefer that dead, uniform grass to the untamed, beautiful grass growing wild just outside our manicured worlds?

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Touching Clouds

The view from that mountain
I touched a cloud once and to touch this cloud I had to climb a mountain. It was a long and difficult climb, but it was worth it. The funny thing about it, though, was touching the cloud wasn’t really all that impressive. It was just a little bit of moisture on my fingers and walking through it was like walking through fog. What was amazing about it was the view of the world I saw from the top of that mountain, and the feeling that I could do whatever I wanted if I just put my mind to it.
But you know, putting your mind to something is the hardest thing to do, just like it’s difficult to begin climbing a mountain.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Baby Dreams

My friend just had a baby and he was asleep when we went to visit. As I was holding him I couldn't help but wonder whether he was dreaming during all that sleeping. Is it just nothingness? Or does he dream of the womb? Then he has that "startle" reflex where he wakes up with a jolt and we all wondered if he was having dreams of being born.
Or do they dream of the endless possibilities that lie ahead of them in their brand new life?


Flowers are so beautiful. It’s not just because of their color and our cultural reverence for them. It is because something so simple can create such beauty. No matter what happens in our much too busy lives grass will still grow and flowers will still bloom.

Tired of Hiding

If you know me in real life, you've probably seen me staring off into space at some point or other. When I'm staring off into space I'm thinking, and I'm not thinking about nothing. I have a million little thoughts, small paragraphs about life in my head. Some seem profound, others just silly observations. I've started writing them down, now I'm going to share them.
I'm tired of hiding my kaleidoscope thoughts, so get ready, here they come.