i can’t believe i hadn’t thought of this before.

at a hooka shop. want it, but it costs too much and I have plans to make myself a box this nice. i love pretty boxes.

this weekend has felt like a week- a very busy, dirty, stressful week.

a few trite remarks that i genuinely mean:

1. i’m sorry about the loss of your friend.
2. is he the man of your dreams?
3. you’re so creative- don’t stop.

the only thing i can think to do for you is something that i can’t do right now. i miss you and i’m worried about you.

it’s been a while since i’ve posted on this particular blog. part of me feels a little violated and exploited when i use this account. i don’t really like the thought of strangers reading about me or reading my thoughts, so i don’t usually post here. perhaps i need to break out of my mold… make myself feel uncomfortable… that’s the only way one learns.

awesome.

on the way home from eating dinner at micheal’s seafood with my family and some family friends, i saw this turtle on the side of the road bracing itself to crawl across. i started to freak out in the back seat because my mom and her friend, julie (who had been driving), hadn’t seen the turtle. “turn around! turn around!” i cried.

it’s lame, i know, but the turtle’s horrible shell-crushing, flesh-squishing, truck-driven possible death flashed into my mind and i immediately felt guilty, even though he was still alive. so, we turned around on the perilous busy highway road and found the turtle pretty much where he had been two minutes before. mom jumped out of the car and grabbed the turtle, wrapping him in a towel to avoid being clawed by him.

a mile down the road, we delivered him back to his pond and it became the best thing that happened in my already great day!