it was an ELO kind of day

beautiful and sunny but not too hot. brisk at times. delightful. my film paper got pushed back and i bought everyone cookies from the cookie truck!

i'm excited about my classes. i think this is what i want to do:

~MAJOR in Communications with a concentration in Dramatic Writing
~MINOR in English
~Get a CERTIFICATE in Entrepreneurship

yes? yes? yes! oh yes! it will be good! i will be doing everything i want to be doing! and then, if i want to, i can get my teaching certificate after college. but i think i would do that down the road. explore some other stuff first and then maybe go back and do that.

i went to the library today with j. carr and got out some books about dramatic writing. i forgot how terrifying the stacks are. you could die in there and no one would find your body for weeks. fact.

all we do is sleep

i'm going to start my picture a day project! today is the day! actually, yesterday was the day. but today i will begin to upload the pictures! and what a perfect first picture. capturing james at his finest. this is generally how we hang out on weeknights: we put on some tv on dvd (sometimes arrested development, recently joan of arcadia (which is the best show- perfect mix of drama and comedy and moral dilemas and high school romance and god)), and i get on the computer and do homework and jimmy falls asleep. it's beautiful. and now i have a flikr account! it's a good tuesday so far.

well i feel just like a child

i seriously have developed the eating habits of a five year old boy. i eat the same things all the time. it goes like this:
- baked apple oatmeal
- peanut butter toast
- hummus and cucumbers
- noodles
- honey bunches of oats cereal
- the occasional salad or ham sandwich
- pickles
- sometimes cookies for the ridiculously delicious cookie truck. whoever invented that was a genius. they know their market well. college kids love cookies and they eat the most late at night. brilliant. on that note, the same goes for the munchie man at iup. it's just such a brillant idea. it appeals to both the party crowd and the late-night studiers. it's perfect. i think i might go into business. buy myself a sweet little trailer and crank out hot dogs and burgers and grilled cheese sandwiches. mmmmm. i wouldn't mind that at all.

moving on though, i am in love with frecklewonder. her blog, her shop, her adorable family, her saturated pictures, her beautiful hair- just everything. the more i read these crafty family blogs the more excited i am to get out into the real world and start doing things. which is a lame excuse. i should really just do them now. but something about having my own place to decorate and an adorable husband to adventure with and adorable children to dress up and play with is just so appealing. . . anyway, her photo project is beautiful. i think i want to try that next year. or maybe i'll just start now? who says it has to be started at the beginning of a new year?

i applied for a job as a costume assistant at the theatre on campus. i really hope i get it. i would get to do extra sewing and learn more about the process and just be in that atmosphere again which i would really really love. plus i was considering a career along those lines for a while. . . it'd be something good to explore. I'm just excited for things in general. my classes for next semester are wonderful. and i think i'm going to met with the head of the communications department and see if i can focus my major on dramatic writing. which would be ideal. i had no idea what i wanted to do and then it dawned on me: i've been loving my theatre class and seeing plays- i must have just forgot how much theatre moves me. and then i remembered my fleeting plan to go into dramatic writing. and i figured why not? even the idea is exciting to me. i haven't felt this excited or motivated in a while. i would get to do theatre things and writing things. i hope it works out.

yes yes yes yes yes to the future!

love in the steel city

thrifting and dessert drinks and picnics and stealing and honey ham and sunsets and ferguson and pancakes and skateboarding on the roof with juan diego and helmets and screwdrivers and everyone i love. such a good weekend. so many good things happened. i love liz's friends. i love meeting new people. i love grungy basements and salsa. and hummus! above everything i love love love love love love love times forever and infinity and always and etc., my friends. they are beautiful.

i am in love

with lists!
inspired by this book!
oh mcsweeneys. oh lists. that's all i want to write.

i win for cutest parents award

kevin linn weigel

+ helen ann weigel

= my parents

absolutely glorious. they're the best kind of people.

phyllis + earl = forever

friends that nap together stay together. 

i found this on j.bare's flickr account which also has a million adorable pictures of cats. and of j.bare. who is just as adorable as cats. i think this picture really sums up my relationship with jimmy- and a lot of my friends for that matter. we generally get together and end up napping. or eating. a lot of the times, both. there's some dancing and crafting thrown in too. but rest assured (pun!), there is always napping and eating. it's perfect. i miss my 717 friends.

can't sleep

so i can remember what i was like at this point in my life

as of march twenty-second, two thousand and nine

everything old is new again

i made this the other day for my website project in cyberspace. making mosaics is addicting though. i wish writing papers and doing research was addicting.

i just stumbled along a delightful string of blogs. starting with this one. they are the most adorable couple in the world. not opinion; fact.  it's been all down hill from there. it's at least a solid month or two of procrastination. from there, i found a bunch of other blogs and articles. favorites include newborn babies, intriguing scents ( including library), this picture, how to make a flip book, and bill murray. 

overall: good weekend.

so tired

i'm ridiculously sleeping these days. i went to bed last night around 11:30 after a failed saint patricks day. failed = no beer. though we did get shamrock shakes. which are a national treasure. spinning killed me. hip hop funk was much better. i applied for a job at a men's vintage store. tis all!

to hell with housework, i'm going to bingo

i actually really like housework. i only like bingo when i'm in the mood. and even then only one game. maybe two if the second game is blackout or postcard.

i like housework because it's a easy way to get a sense of accomplishment. it's the same with sewing or knitting or anything you literally do with your hands. there's a finished, tangible product. i can literally see the stack of dishes i washed. it's very rewarding. i can't wait to have a kitchen next year.

leaving for the cal-ee-forn-eye-eh tomorrow bright and early. yay for helrin and caitlin time! it should be nice. i think i'll get some reading done.

i also think i'm done with drinking. i have other things i want to do. and i only really enjoy doing it in the company of my loves and lovers. i'm making active changes. but right now i'm just packing.

graceful in the morning light

bought this new top today; also bought the fleet foxes cd and the new animal collective.
spent time with drew. then liz junior. then jonah and his new woman and liz jr. and dan fer and habrash and both minor and major barry and gabby and sarah d and tasia and courtney b and black warrior. with guest appearances by ben c. and ben's mom and mr. and mrs. hanes. delightful. shit went down though. sleeping with people really complicates things to an absurd level. {edit}

is that yo chick?

people you know.
(missy elliot has been, is, and always will be the shit. fact.)

things i wanted to write:
1. i love driving. love it love it love it love it love it. which leads into. . .
2. i love singing in cars. with the music so loud you can't even hear yourself or anyone else around you.
3. i love shamrock shakes
4. i love bonfires.
5. i love my friends.
6. seven one seven to infinity and beyond. straight on 'til morning.
7. i'm a storyteller. an excellent story teller. i'm just like my mother in that respect.
8. i missed my mom so much. i'm so excited for california with her. i can't believe how ridiculously blessed i am to have such a fantastic family. both blood relatives and bond relatives.
9. there's no place like home.
10. string instruments are vastly superior to all other instruments. so much so that i actually bought songs off of itunes. which is pretty freaking extreme.

tomorrow:
banana for breakfast.
bike and a movie.
salvation army.
target and the plaza. (sports bra, eye makeup, hair brush, flats)
squids
liz junior hang out

i love crafty mom blogs

names for my nonexistent children who will someday exist:
:Dorothy
:Russell
:Lena Viola
:Allen
:Salinger (Sal)
:Oscar
:Sebastian
:Charlotte
:Matilda (Mattie; Tilly)
:Ferdinand (Fern)
:Oliver
:Ernie
:Simon
:Crispen
:Maxwell

i'm really struggling for ways to procrastinate.

i've been blogging a lot

i believe it boils down to two reasons:
1) i'm trying to put other things off
2) i feel really full and want to empty out the content of my being.

{edit}

major barry coming tomorrow.
must get film paper done tonight.
i can almost taste the 717.
tastes like diner food.

feel more like a stranger each time i come home

things i don't like:
1. slow walkers.
2. making out to techno.
3. having to initiate things.
4. olives.

almost time for home!

almost time for home home home home!
almost time for barry and tasia!
almost time for cpd!
almost time for selena the silver saturn!
almost time for baby brother!
for helrin and mango!
for jesse and janet!
for california with j.william!
for good times and great oldies!
for close friends!
(distance indeed makes the heart grow fonder)

excited to just relax and do nothing. with people i love.
yes yes yes yes.
it's been cold.
i've been blushing a lot.
my class work is piling up.
don't care don't care don't care.
a-c-t.
clap clap clap
i-o-n.

yes dance and hairflips

love them both.

lessons learned this weekend:

1. {edit}
2. never go to normal parties. go to equestrian parties. or parties at places with names like 'strawberry mansion'. the people are guaranteed to be twenty times more interesting. which means worse comes to worst, you can just lean against a wall and people watch.
3. free parties are the best kind of parties. free beer is the best beer.
4. it's a bad idea to let three tipsy girls follow seven tipsy guys they just met back to their house. unless one of the guys has a case of beer. then it's alright.
5. the quickest way to shut up the cat-callers on the street is to openly respond. "where da party at ladies?" "no party. we're heading home. church in the morning. you go to church? i'll see you at church." or "yo ladies where ya'll heading?" "soup kitchen. volunteering. you wanna come?"
6. don't sit in gum
7. don't tell the dude you're hooking up with that you think he's gay. people don't get those jokes.
8. {edit}
9. liz and keiran and brianne are my ladies.
10. the best times are had when you are completely yourself relating to others based on that. connecting based on common awkwardness or humanity. brilliance!

remaining saturday night notes: dinner in chinatown and laughing in a circle. making people laugh in a dimly lit room. making people laugh in general. comparisons to jessica alba and kate winslet. fake therepy. gay andrew. viking andrew. touched by an angel. catholic school rich. layered phil. stripey nick. justin 'davey' long. keiran and liz walking in {edit} calling liz junior for her birthday. getting home at six in the morning. chocolate koalas. musicals. of montreal. the formerly obese. dave immabitch. green haired dan su. the wonderful shot girl who pierced her own septum. stealing beer and drunk horse girls. crunchy cake. mosaic bonding. shots for the bathroom. shots with bathroom man. everything.

this weekend was glorious.