yes, no, maybe?

My sissy enlisted me to help with her Sadie Hawkins dance invitation, so that's what I did tonight. It was the most productive thing I had done all day. Anyway, working on it took me back to high school, and now I'm feeling all nostalgic and whatnot.

And what's up with that anyway?! It's not as if I was particularly fond of high school. I didn't have a terrible experience or anything, but those years weren't my glory days either.
I blame it on all the introspection I've been doing lately. Growing up does that to you apparently. It turns you into a brooding mess. But I have it on good authority that it passes; you brood, you're spurred into action; sometimes you triumph. It passes.
Cam better say yes 'cause I worked very hard on that shirt. For all of 15 minutes, but still. Very hard.

par avion: simone + priya

Exciting things you guys -- I've been getting some mail lately that I didn't send myself. Okay, that made me sound a little pitiful. What I meant is that most of the mail I get is useless (boat insurance ads), or boring (bills), or standard (magazine subscriptions). The only time I get excited for mail is when  I've ordered something online. But recently fantastic things have been turning up in my mailbox, namely postcards from friends, and I'm just so thrilled by them.

Two of them are from my fabulous, globetrotting friend Simone. The other one is from Priya, who is seriously the sweetest.

 Priya's card (Priya, if you're reading this, you should know how happy I was to finally get this in the mail. It's very possible I squealed when I spotted it among the other stuff in my box).

This one was sent by Simone while she was sashaying her way across China. That's the Great Wall looking all golden and -- ugh! why am I here and not there. :-(

This too is from Simone. She was in South Africa this time, self-actualizing on the daily. I wish I could link you to her blog. But alas! it is set to private. I'll work on her to make it public, because she's seriously awesome, and the tales she tells of her travels are so captivating. I want to be her when I grow up. You hear that Simone?! You're awesome-sauce and I love you!

I've added all three to my burgeoning wall of mementos. I'm so about them, y'all!

happy new year!

A little belated, but all the same -- Happy New Year! The last time I was on here I was a little mopish. But no longer!

There's no rhyme or reason to the collage above. It is simply random bits and bobs I threw together to commemorate a year that was infinitely revealing. A year in which I:

attended my first college football game (it needed to be done before I graduated). consumed massive amounts of chai (even more than usual). got coaxed into joining my church's worship team (one of the rare times succumbing to peer pressure worked out for me). played fast and loose with my heart (one of the many times peer pressure did NOT work out for me). tried my hands at documentary making. became acquainted with rejection. photographed people in their sleep. took the shortest cross-country trip of my life yet (a little over 24 hours in L.A. to see Ben Howard in concert). was consistently broke (not a good time. AT ALL). became a barista. learned to cry. graduated from college...

2012 was quite the year, but 2013 promises some pretty intense self-actualization. I'm excited. Cheers!

Now Playing: My Dear Acquaintance by Regina Spektor