a [lovely] day

yesterday wasn't nearly as productive as it needed to be.
i didn't compose like i'd planned.

so, i went to bed at 11:30pm (yes! yes i did!) and i woke up at 7:06 am this morning.
i read scriptures
and did some yoga.

then i made some goals for myself for this day,
and decided that it will be fantastic.

then i found this:

and i decided i am going to follow this advice--every bit of it--through my busy today, and i'm going to prove it to be true.


why can't we be friends

dear every printer on campus::
i see we are in a cold war.
but i WILL finish my project in spite of you.
*angry eyes*

dear muffins at L&T::
you taste funky and quite frankly i prefer the rolls.
but i'm sure you have a sweet spirit.

dear mountains::
you're beautiful and you're taunting me.
why can't we just be together?

dear sleep::
fare thee well.
we'll meet again after my opening reception.

dear BFA project::
it would really speed things up if you could start painting yourself.
you know, carry your half of the load. thanks.

dear BFA research paper::
ha! i didn't even see you there!
...probably because you aren't. yet.

dear fresh air::
you're, well, a breath of fresh air.
but i suppose i'm not telling you anything you didn't know.


freak out and throw stuff

i just decided.
i don't care what they say. 




a little bit of still

i'm painting late tonight.

in the midst of figuring out a technical problem, it donned on me that i should move my car closer to the building.

welcoming the reprieve, i grabbed my jacket and walked outside.
there, i was pleasantly surprised.

the night is much warmer than i'd predicted and though it's dark, it feels surprisingly friendly.

i got to my car and realized that i hadn't eaten dinner, so i drove to a near almost-healthy fast-ish food place.

costa vida it was. i was probably in there for fifteen minutes as a very kind worker helped me construct a very tasty salad. because of the hustle of the bowling alley next door as well as the buzz of the patrons, i'd forgotten about the night.

and so for the second time, i walked outside and felt like i walked into a brief vacuum of warm, welcoming silence.

brief, as in a few seconds.

but still, i was grateful for it.

after i drove back and parked (not as close as i'd previously intended), i decidedly jogged back to my building, though i was carrying my food. the wind had finally picked up, though it wasn't at all chilly. i reveled in this change of pace almost like a little kid, as i briskly crossed the short distance through the dark. the wind blew the leaves up around me and my footfalls felt light. i wished that i could run for real tonight, sans-food and sans-art project.

but all the same, i feel better and i think that the night breathed some life into me again.
at least, enough to make some awesome things happen tonight.


inspiration, anyone?

if you're looking for it, you should look here. :)

Come listen to living prophets
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saturday and sunday.
all sorts of awesome.
check it out here. 



i quite like this.

"I may sound old-fashioned, but I want to think all women should be treated like I want my wife, daughters, and granddaughters to be treated. I notice today that good manners—like standing up when a woman enters the room, helping a woman with her coat, letting her enter an elevator first, taking her arm to cross the street—are sometimes considered unnecessary or a throwback. These are habits I could never break, nor would I want to. I realize today a lot more women are taking care of themselves than in the past, but no woman is offended by politeness." —Frank Sinatra