camp.

three weeks.

goodbye...

a little bit of this and that

Friday night, attended a screening at the SIFF at long last. Every year I want to go soak up film culture and somehow the time gets away from me. This year was no different; suddenly it was closing weekend. We picked The 27 Club. Joe Anderson - one to watch. Maybe you saw him in Becoming Jane as the Wickhamesque Henry or Across the Universe as Max? One of my new favorites.

I went for long walks this weekend. I organized some junk. I talked on the phone. And a slight worry began to creep in about the unknown future. It's really happening and I'm about to take flight.

These are some goals for this summer:

*Read at least ten books.
*Improve the dexterity of my right eyebrow so that it is equal to the abilities of my left.
*Run.
*Apply for things I'd never get, just to (for once, come on you coward!) do it.

More to come I'm sure.

Twenty-six years ago today I gave my life and heart over to Jesus. No regrets.

the chrysalis cracks

this is what it's like

finding your feet again

the part of you that couldn't

finally thinks you can

you're taking off some time to do this

a small apartment bedroom rearranged

to know that you are loved

you're finding your feet again

the part of you that couldn't

finally thinks you can...

...and you said:

Go now in the light of your God

Go now in the love of your God

Go now in the peace of your God

Go now in the joy of your God

(denison witmer)

One week until the new chapter begins.

tagged by bbc

I am: imaginative

I think: best when i am moving

I know: who i am

I want: to be significant

I have: everything

I wish: on stars

I hate: to disappoint you

I miss: the '90s

I fear: mediocrity

I feel: hopeful

I hear: the blood pumping in my head

I smell: like i need to take a shower

I crave: leisurely mornings

I search: for where i fit in

I wonder: if i will ever be satisfied

I regret: keeping my feelings to myself

I love: having friends of all ages

I ache: for the truth

I care: about the little things

I always: say 'i love you'

I am not: kind enough

I believe: in the resurrection and the life

I sing: out loud

I dance: as therapy

I cry: few and far between

I don't always: take care of myself

I fight: when i'm anxious and insecure

I write: about what i can't say out loud

I never: pay my bills on time (well, rarely)

I listen: to the lyrics

I need: to be unique

I am happy: when i'm outside

ok? ok!

snippet of a note from a very dear friend:

...Therefore, let this be our summer motto, I feel it in my bones, "long live happy."
OK? Let's just be ridiculously happy. Let the sun shine down on our pretty faces and let us laugh and walk among trees and shine flashlights and listen to fires crackling pine needles and let us embrace the magic of who we REALLY are.
long live happy...

rain rain you can stay

Oddly enough I haven't been minding the rain this week. I do wish it was warmer but what can you do? It's finally June in Seattle.

Last night I spent a few hours moving everything I have from the bedroom on the ground floor to a bedroom on the third floor. Every time I move (an activity I truly despise) I am disgusted by how many things I own. I grumble and moan and in my heart there's a desire to just pile it all up and burn it. Simplify and reduce so that at any given moment I could pack up and take everything with me. I guess you could say I've never been a homebody. Even so I am gladly anticipating a summer spent in Washington...I want to breathe it in (Anne Shirley). I am so looking forward to quality time spent with those that know me best. Still, it's fun to daydream about where to go next and what possibilities might be out there...! I just can't help myself.

in a little while i'll feel better
gonna travel all around the world
gonna see it all

gonna go to paris, maybe rome
but i'll feel better miles away from home,
gotta figure some things out

so sell all my things, i'm not coming home
there's nothing there to keep me there
just heartache and headache and worries and things that'll bring me down
my head feels much clearer being here

in a little while i'll feel better
gonna spill my heart to every stranger in every town
i'll visit castles in ireland,
have some fella play the violin and play a song for me

so sell all my things, i'm not coming home
there's nothing there to keep me there
just heartache and headache and worries and boys that'll bring me down
my head feels much clearer being here

(rosie thomas)

like a virgin

Okay, so is it wrong that I totally loved the SATC movie? I've barely ever seen the show...maybe snippets of one or two episodes. Of course, there was beyond-gratuitous nudity here and there (HBO + "Sex" in the title = lots of HBO-style sex! Avert your virgin eyes!), and then there was that tediously annoying humping dog that every romantic comedy seems to employ these days...but I've already forgotten about all of that. (I wonder if there will be a TBS-cleaned-up version of the movie one of these days?) I admit I have become a big fan of the fashion and the friendships. I want more! It was such an experience to sit with my girls in the ArcLight Hollywood with a gleefully raucous crowd and get all wrapped up in the hype. Nicole is so Charlotte and Ashleigh is so Miranda. Which leaves me as some sort of Carrie-Samantha hybrid?

Dinner at Magnolia on Sunset capped off the fun. Delicious and so swanky. "Bring me another Gimlet please!"