good morning

This morning was one of the good ones. I had to wake up early to drop Lindsey off at work, but I like saving her. I went back home and slept more, burying under my comforter to block the bright overcast skies that were somehow filling my room with bright. I woke up finally after hearing the campanile, but didn't move until I counted the gongs to figure out what time it was. I thought about how that's how they would have done it in the old days instead of looking at their cell phones. I cooked my veggies with curry powder and toasted some Wheatfields bread I got from Veggie Lunch on thursday. I sat down in the living room and put on the Bob Dylan record I got in Germany and hadn't listened to yet. Man it was good. It was a tiny bit warped so I set a penny on the needle and fixed—I love the cracks and sounds of vinyl. The next record in the lineup was Cream's Once Upon a Time.

I have loved Cream ever since listening to them on family road trips to Alabama. I don't love all the music my dad made us listen to, but nothing says Koelling road trip like Cream, Queen, and Barry White. After Cream, Ferrell had woken up and Aaron had walked over out of unadulterated boredom, and the record was changed to Dan Fogelberg. What a man. Dan Fogelberg is the man Ferrell's dad listened to on family road trips to colorado. The record is actually Trent's, Ferrell's brother. Though Trent is what some call a "music elitist" he is not immune to listening to the family road trip bands either. Listening to these bands on vinyl, I can't help but imagine that 30 years ago on a similar Sunday morning in college my dad would have had the same routine: waking up a little hungover, putting on his favorite Cream album and starting some homework.

Now I'm listening to Real Estate. I like it more every time I listen to it.

what babes.

materialism once again gets the better of me

I'm backing up this spontaneous late-night purchase with the fact that I haven't spent my christmas money yet on anything but coffee and gas. I hope I look like this girl in my new boots..

a soulful shade of blue

Yesterday was a significant improvement. Things that helped: working with wonderful people, learning korean with donnie, henry's-ing with a good latte and a good book, watching A Single Man and drooling over pretty boys, eating homemade soup with josiah (the soup-chef) while drinking good red wine and listening to neko, talking with my sister about human things.

What a vicious winter it is.

RIP joon, 8.28.2008-2.16.2010

projects for models

portfolio photo shoot: trial 1 (un-edited)

thoughts: i'm liking the wood background

adequacy

Lately I've felt weird. I think it is probably just symptoms of Senioritis, but I feel like I've been tested this semester with adequacy issues. First off, this semester I have my internship at a design firm in Kansas City. I know I've been doing this design jig for 4 years almost, but every week I still enter the building slightly intimidated. Not to mention, because of this "real life" transitioning I've needed to transition into a more professional look, i.e. business casual. This has really taken a toll on my Sanrio collection. Kidding, but seriously.. I used to have no problem shopping and finding things that I loved, and made people say "that's so you" or "only you could pull that off that well." Probably because they though my outfits were like a crazy person's, but still! I had a style. A statement. Now I'm buying blazers and lacy tops, but only if Ferrell gives me the OK. I can't help but think I peaked in High School in the "having everything together" category.

I also just started a job on Mass at ACME (hot and fresh t-shirts made to order!) I have the subliminal messaging down, but I'm still going through training with customers and pressing shirts, and whatnot. I don't know why I give myself the expectations of starting off knowing everything. It's never going to happen. This is also an issue in my french class right now. I have a hard time speaking up if I'm not 100% sure I'm right. Where did all this pride come from?

Now I'm about to graduate. I have to think of a life plan in order to answer everyone's questions about my future. I have no idea what I want to do, where I want to go, who I want to be. My only certainty is wanting to do Peace Corps which is not even guaranteed, and actually extremely competitive. bah. HOW am I already almost finished with college? I swear I just started..

And Lindsey keeps hassling me about really wanting to be my bridesmaid..

doppelgangers

Some week ago on facebook it was doppelganger week. My roommate, Ferrell, doesn't think she looks like anyone, but I think I may have just stumbled upon her look-alike.

..Jealous. Especially since my closest look-alikes are dakota fanning, her sister elle, darma, julie andrews, or cindy lou hoo. None of whom could pull off a leather and metal battle ensemble.

dream day in lawrence

To all my Lawrence readers: if you could have a dream day in Lawrence what would it be? I finally had mine Friday. After my early class ended, I headed to Mass St. to roam. It's my favorite place to wander. I had called The Dusty Bookshelf earlier to check on a book, and Josiah answered ordering me to come by and hang out. Carless and desperate, I had Ferrell drop me off and escaping the bitter cold and vicious flurries, I opened the door and started perusing the stacks. I tried my hardest to find the section I was looking for without any assistance, but alas I failed. Tyler, another Dusty Bookshelfer, set down her duster and guided me straight to the travel section. In less than a second, my eyes had jumped to the shiny blue spine reading: The South American Handbook 2006 edition by Fodors. I went around the corner to the neighboring nook with bookshelf walls of different genres. This nook houses the comfy green felted arm chair, referred to by some as "Alice's chair". Alice is the store cat with giant eyes.

After getting the evil eye from Alice a few times, I moved to the floor and sprawled out with my paper and note-taking utensils. Josiah stumbled upon Alice and me in the middle of a staring contest (I won) and offered me some tea. YES PLEASE! I responded. He asked what kind I would like, and without hesitation I requested my favorite, peppermint, which he wasn't sure they had. Minutes later, Josiah returned with two steaming mugs, one smelling particularly of peppermint. Yum! So there I sat, planning a dream trip to a foreign place, drinking peppermint tea and picking Josiah's memory about his past trip to Peru, hearing about places I "just have to see." I wrote notes about every country south of the equator, falling in love with the idea of visiting each one and dreaming up future memories I have yet to make. Another snowy winter day escaped!

Oh, and I get a discount at the Dusty Bookshelf now, because of my new job at Acme.

Livin the dream.

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