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threeplusfireStill working on Hana's gift, stitching in the last of the background before I assemble it. I hope I can find her on campus before Christmas to give it to her. I have all these shiny ribbon bows for my gift wrapping, which I still need to do. The only gift I have actually wrapped I already gave away. He's saving it to open on Christmas. I hope he likes the book.
A package from P. came in the mail today, and I haven't opened it yet. I don't know how I will wait. We're going to open our presents together on the phone.
The wire in my bra snapped about an hour ago. It made the oddest cracking sound, and for a moment I was worried that something inside me was breaking. Then I realized I had a half inch of wire poking through the fabric and into my skin. How utterly vexing.
I'm listening to this song that I remember listening to a lot my freshman year of high school. I used to spin fantasies around certain songs, and I remember the one connected with "cloud on my tongue" involved a room high up on the shore of an ocean, a night sky, open windows and sliding doors. Like a little music video inside my head. I wanted to be in that room, thinking about someone I liked. Which at the time was a boy in my art class who I skipped class with, the one and only time I ever skipped a class. Somehow no one ever noticed.
I tend to visualize things along to whatever music I'm listening to. For awhile I wanted to be a video director. The combination of sound and visual images fascinates me. Every time I hear "Peace & Love Inc" from Information Society, I can visualize this whole incredible sequence. Ahh, if I had the money and the time to develop dreams sequences onto film.
Still working a little on my piece of fiction, though not as much since classes are over and my inspiration is no longer in front of me every single day. Well. It's okay. I will finish it or I won't. I got so wrapped up in it I almost forgot to write my last paper for my literature class.
Pale blue polish flaking off my fingertips. The burn on my arm is scarring I think, though it wasn't so bad. I accidentally brushed a hot pan. The scar itself is kind of lovely though. I've always had a certain attraction to them. Scars record survival. Sunday night we talked about scars while we drank wine and watched X-Files. It felt good to sit there, he makes me feel comfortable. We hugged goodbye, since he is going out of town for the holidays. I had forgotten what a pleasant thing it is to be hugged by someone.
We forgot to learn how to wish everyone a Merry Christmas in my Czech class! How did that happen?
A package from P. came in the mail today, and I haven't opened it yet. I don't know how I will wait. We're going to open our presents together on the phone.
The wire in my bra snapped about an hour ago. It made the oddest cracking sound, and for a moment I was worried that something inside me was breaking. Then I realized I had a half inch of wire poking through the fabric and into my skin. How utterly vexing.
I'm listening to this song that I remember listening to a lot my freshman year of high school. I used to spin fantasies around certain songs, and I remember the one connected with "cloud on my tongue" involved a room high up on the shore of an ocean, a night sky, open windows and sliding doors. Like a little music video inside my head. I wanted to be in that room, thinking about someone I liked. Which at the time was a boy in my art class who I skipped class with, the one and only time I ever skipped a class. Somehow no one ever noticed.
I tend to visualize things along to whatever music I'm listening to. For awhile I wanted to be a video director. The combination of sound and visual images fascinates me. Every time I hear "Peace & Love Inc" from Information Society, I can visualize this whole incredible sequence. Ahh, if I had the money and the time to develop dreams sequences onto film.
Still working a little on my piece of fiction, though not as much since classes are over and my inspiration is no longer in front of me every single day. Well. It's okay. I will finish it or I won't. I got so wrapped up in it I almost forgot to write my last paper for my literature class.
Pale blue polish flaking off my fingertips. The burn on my arm is scarring I think, though it wasn't so bad. I accidentally brushed a hot pan. The scar itself is kind of lovely though. I've always had a certain attraction to them. Scars record survival. Sunday night we talked about scars while we drank wine and watched X-Files. It felt good to sit there, he makes me feel comfortable. We hugged goodbye, since he is going out of town for the holidays. I had forgotten what a pleasant thing it is to be hugged by someone.
We forgot to learn how to wish everyone a Merry Christmas in my Czech class! How did that happen?
