its a wonderful life

What is it you want, Mary? What do you want? You want the moon? Just say the word and I’ll throw a lasso around it and pull it down. Hey. That’s a pretty good idea. I’ll give you the moon, Mary.

I’ll take it. Then what?

Well, then you can swallow it, and it’ll all dissolve, see… and the moonbeams would shoot out of your fingers and your toes and the ends of your hair… am I talking too much?

2 years ago

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you love until you don’t
you try until you can’t

move on move on move on. i’m moving on.

2 years ago

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last day of work till next year!!!!! i love my job. kind of.

Also, I have yet to find something more annoying than a collegue continually mispelling my name in emails. Hon, I’m pretty sure my signature has the correct spelling. Why don’t you have a little respect for the intern, and spell it right. k, thanks.

http://starfishenvy.typepad.com/starfish-envy/

one of my favorite blogs. It reminds me that I should be less lazy, and actually write about all my adventures. But I’m taking this saturday morning to sit in bed, catching up on emails and the latest tiger woods/health care debates/opinion articles of nytimes, and blog reading. I love her, because she’s confident and open about her life. She’s not always happy about being single, but she relishes the things in her life that makes her happy. She treasures what she has, and is always moving forward. I admire that.

http://www.happiness-project.com/happiness_project/

another one that I enjoy, but don’t read as much.

http://www.theatlantic.com/doc/200303/rauch

an article that really connects with me. I’d say like 70% introvert, 30% extrovert. My favorite time is when I can spend time alone, with other people. When we can be silent, or reading next to one another, and be content.

http://theessentialman.tumblr.com/

Okay this title really makes me laugh. But it’s a cute blog, and more about being a good person than being an “essential man” which is just silly to me. I mean, how about being a decent human being. I like that. But it is cute, and there’s fun snippets about following your passion in life. I had a talk with my boss yesterday and it was so refreshing to hear someone, who’s made it, who followed his heart and succeeded. Now, in the personally life, he wasn’t so lucky. His wife lives in Naples, him in Siena. But they make it work somehow and he seems happy. I want that.

http://tavi-thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com/ not so into the fashion, but she’s kind of awesome. I love the outfits she puts on, not so much the tokyo stuff because i’m not really into harujuku, but the other stuff i love. and I love how she describes herself like this

“A classmate of mine continues to ask me probably about 5 times a day when I wear my hair as such if I’m part of the Mafia. Yeah, I don’t get it either. Actually, I think almost everyone in my class now knows about the blog, which is about as awkward as my faux-combover (not that I am advocating faux combovers. Why would you pretend to have a combover? But yougetwhatimasayin.) A number of commenters here and people I talked to at Fashion Week wanted to know what my peers thought of all this but they didn’t know so I couldn’t answer. Well, and I also thought that by peers they meant “pee-ers,” like people that pee, and I didn’t know what to say about that either. I don’t know though, they’re nice about it? The blog doesn’t really matter to anyone, my outfits still get stares and in the spirit of being a good little pretentious alternative///kid , that’s no problem to me. There’s a misconception that I can get Jay-Z for the graduation dance (should probably clear that up before a That’s So Raven episode occurs) (please tell me I’m not the only one that remembers the Boyz in Motion?) but otherwise middle school is middle school and as long as I have a lunch period and can create impractical things out of plexiglass for my Chopping Wood and Stuff class, s’all good. Oh, and sometimes we watch really awful old commercials where penguins manufacture cigarettes in first period. That part’s fun, too.”

and now that I’ve killed four hours playing this morning, possibly the best four hours all week, I suppose I should get up. Get my butt into gear and grab some oatmeal and take a long walk around town. Because size 8’s that used to be size 6’s don’t like being size 8’s. And because I really should be social today and say good morning to the other students, even if I’ve determined that I’m an introvert, hence the reason after about 1 hour of any party I retreat upstairs to an empty room to just sit by byself, or with one or two other people. Why I like after party kitchen talk better than actual party talk. So I’m getting up, showaring, getting some food, taking a walk around town to buy some italian coffee in bulk to bring home for myself, maybe trying to live out that dream of finding an ugly wonderful christmas vest for myself in the christmas market, maybe splurging and buying that wonderful 1940’s velvet hat. Then coming home, making som foooodd and I dunno. Searching the next for more factoids on chinese astrology, reading Amy Tan’s book again, watching Cat on a Hot Tin Roof. Maybe making som pumpking muffin cake things, this time without setting off the fire alarm for the building. Who knows kid, who knows.

loves,

me.

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its a wonderful life

last day of work till next year!!!!! i love my job. kind of.