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.