need help with christmas shopping for a parent/grandma/sibling/friend/yourself/anyone?
because my mom is makin' tons of pottery right now, and it's all for sale! it's all really awesome/beautiful/100 percent homemade/wedged/spun/fired annnnd microwave/dishwasher safe! i could get ya a discount too. and i can do custom things, or even carve stuff into them (for example, megan's parents are getting a sugar bowl for christmas that says "you're my sugar"

examples:



shot glasses

ughh look at this little cute butt


we are doing well.. things feel back to normal with us. for real, and finally.

SEEING THIS PIXIES TONIGHT WITH MY BEST FRIEND
goucher visit on saturday!
lots of homework to catch up on. okay, go!

School tomorrow... which sucks, but I also really don't mind, because at least I'll feel more productive.

Break wasn't too bad. I got sushi with extra extra ginger for dinner twoooo nights in a row! and waffle house! and i got to see some friends, and i spent a night with melissa.
I saw Paul for a minute in town and it made me miss his friendship so much. We really haven't been close since 9th grade, and I miss when we were. I miss a whole boatload of old friends.
So my boy John Link has a new woman, and she's really smart and pretty and she makes him very happy and thinking about that is putting me in a good mood. :).
I suppose I should start getting christmas things out of the way. 'tis the season, since thanksgiving is over. haha. Today my Dad let me buy the baby pink doc martens and vicky christine barcelona AND a really pretty new journal. I really can't wait to start keeping a journal again, because i constantly have things running through my head that I would love to write down, but don't have a nice place to put it.
I miss having the studio... I miss selling pretty things, and taking old time photos of bossy assholes.. and amazing wonderful interesting strangers.
I miss having income. buhh.

where did my motivation (to do anything except lay in bed, eating junk food and listening to the transplants) go?

o by the by
has anybody seen
little you-i
who stood on a green
hill and threw
his wish at blue

with a swoop and a dart
out flew his wish
(it dived like a fish
but it climbed like a dream)
throbbing like a heart
singing like a flame

blue took it my
far beyond far
and high beyond high
bluer took it your
but bluest took it our
away beyond where

what wonderful thing
is the end of a string
(murmers little you-i
as the hill becomes nil)
and will somebody tell
me why people let go