I totally got called out by a friend at work the other day. After biking to work, I bounced in the door wearing my buffalo plaid jacket and my scarf and my boots, smiling and excited for coffee. My friend looked at me and said, – You love fall, don't you? Look at you! You… Continue reading fall, y’all.
It has been two days since my family left after a beautiful time of celebrating my graduation/birthday. Which means that it has been a little over a week since I finished my master's in media arts. Which means that Evan also finished his semester in Missoula and then made the move to Bozeman. Which means… Continue reading two days of the simple.
In a new place, a disarming week(end) hits twice as hard. You look to so many things to find a bit of yourself again. And then you find yourself on the floor. Sitting in front of the speakers. Watching/listening to this again: http://www.npr.org/templates/event/embeddedVideo.php?storyId=396379992&mediaId=396382139 And there you are. I love love her voice. I love love… Continue reading oh, so randomly. there you are.
these days, I have to remind myself to stop and breathe in life. love the little lovely things. like the awesome card from your bff: or the valentine from your dear friends and their BABY… their beautiful, wonderful babe: or remembering to watch your all-time favorite movie near enough to valentine's: I swear I interpret… Continue reading lovely little things.
Today has quietly come. Last year, on January 21st, I finally exhaled. I had survived one year. I had made it a year since my huge — life threatening/changing — accident. It's been two years. Two years. In 2013, I survived. It was a whole year in survival mode. A painful and fragile existence. And… Continue reading TWO.
Class was cancelled this morning. After I was already sitting at the coffee shop, flustering to get all the scripts together that I need to read and making note of the loose ends I need to tie up, my three-hour class was cancelled and I have a couple hours to myself at this escape. So… Continue reading Step 1: Be Unrealistic.
"heaps" is the answer to how much I miss Texas. but my heart is here… Listening to this all night and playing cards with my love made this night such wondrous affirmation.I will always be proud of, and grateful for, where I came from.And I will continue to be proud of where I am and… Continue reading …hooray.
Man. It's 1:30 in the morning and here I am blahgging. After a semester of going crazy and going places and going far, I have to look back and evaluate. But I can't. I know I want more of that. More making films. More clicking with crews. More winning. More bike rides with besties. More… Continue reading only now.
On Friday, I had to get some minor surgery to make sure all the scar tissue in my face is reacting as it should. They had to cut back into my face to clean everything out. They warned me there would be swelling and bruising, but in the end, hopefully, it would all be better.… Continue reading I am broken.
Things have been absolutely insane/awesome lately. I hate being too busy to have dancing dinners with Evan, call my mom to just talk, hug my friends after laughing about nothings, and go running/climbing/hiking/do anything that resembles exercise.BUT things in the rest of life have been so rewarding.I recently won a writing contest! Well, I got… Continue reading the alive work.
I try really hard not to be too obsessed with Ira Glass. I mean, how unoriginal? But I keep catching myself using the phrase, "Do you listen to This American Life?" in conversations with friends and strangers alike. And then he made a cameo in this awesome video of this awesome song by Thao and… Continue reading men I’m mildly obsessed with right now…
It's been two weeks now and I had hoped to talk to you about something other than my accident. The good news is that I'm looking good for a woman who tried to take out a tree with her face… It even looks better than that, but I can't get myself to take photos of… Continue reading sixty-five percent water.
I can't let 2012 slip into the memories without genuinely declaring it the best year yet. The blahg took a hit, I know I didn't give you much here, but real life flourished. I got to… • ski in Missoula with friends old and new. • celebrate my amazing manfriend with many Missoula friends at… Continue reading real life flourished.
The death plague that I've contracted from Jackson has given me pause with opportunity to document how wonderful the trip was. I didn't get to spend time with all my favorite lovelies, but I did get to soak up some supreme mountain time. [no energy for captions or correct spacing. just good times galore.] … Continue reading fox in the snow, diamond in the sky.
After getting back from a [wonderful, wonderful] trip to Texas, I came home to Evan's lovely family visiting us. They left the next day and Evan and I both would've guessed that we would just end up sleeping for the following 24 hours. Instead, we went on a little road trip. It was ah-mazing. Just… Continue reading VAN ROADTRIP // november twenty-twelve.
Welp, I'm in full-blown grad school now. I mean, I'm going to school part time and working full time. Which means this might not happen very often anymore... this here blahgging. Or maybe it will. Maybe I'll be procrastination [like right now] and blahgging instead of reading, designing, animating, recording, etc. This has already been… Continue reading it’s a beautiful junkshow.
It's a troubling time of wanting to go back. To anything, everything. Two of our dearest Missoula friends are in Jackson right now, at the Bike-In Movies: The poster was designed by moi... which makes it even harder not being there. Talking with Sarah on the phone, telling her where to go around town, I… Continue reading wanting to go back to jackson, saturday, greece, italy and then wanting to go back to now.
pies from our garden berries. + a succulent obsession. + + wanting this. + missing this. + + + + loving missoula evenings. + wine. + + dinner at home date nights. = life these days.
Yesterday, while working at my desk, I had a little internal dialog with myself... Okay, tomorrow's my birthday... how old am I turning again? 27. Oh, 27? I'm just gettin' started! I loved this genuine interaction with myself. It does feel like I'm just getting started... just finally figuring out the beginning of figuring out… Continue reading move with eyes open.
