2:30 am

It's "Tuesday night," as I'd like to call it, and I'm up drawing a giant Kermit head, sprawled on my living room floor, and crying at Jim Henson's Memorial videos and a song called "A Boy and His Frog."

I have been up for quite a few hours "researching" for my final project for Global Floristry, which I will be turning in tomorrow morning. It is a set piece for a funeral, which I am to design custom for a real or imaginary person. After quite a bit of time youtube-ing Sammy Davis Jr. and quickly passing up the idea of doing something for my Dad, I realized Jim Henson would be perfect.

I go beyond Muppet Geek when it comes to my affection for Jim Henson and his Muppets.

it's now 3:20, and at this point i'm truly tired. adieu.

Nothing in Particular

Hello my pretties! I just uploaded a new template, and I think it's pretty pretty. :) Don't you?

It's 4:43 and I should be finishing up my homework before I finish up the office day, but, boy! it's just really difficult to keep my nose in that dumb business book these days. Also, I just got a grande frappuccinno for $2-something. They're having 1/2-off Frapp happy hour from 3-5p, today until the 16th! So you can bet your britches I got me one the first opportunity I got! No celebrity look-alike comments from the barista's there today. I think I get a little excited talking to the baristas about things like how to make/order the new frapps because I used to BE one of them, but they don't seem to reciprocate my excitement. They think I'm just another customer seeking info that they could never really comprehend anyhow. Aw. Not I! I miss my barista-ing days.

Summers coming, I can feel it! Literally. My left arm is officially a shade darker than my right, now. Also, I have projects due next week that I'm avoiding. Soon enough, school will be over, and I will shift my attention to raising money for Mexico and then making the Transfer to CSULB. Woot! This will entail registering for classes, and rearranging my work schedule, and possibly looking for part-time work. I have a feeling I may be working a tidbit more during the summer, which'll be good.

I want to sit under the canopy of a large tree with holes of sunlight (that don't fall on my left arm) on soft grass and read a book that's actually enjoyable. Not pretentious. I want to be happy with the world and enjoy it's beauty, not bitter and holding those less meaningful things against it. I want to hug you. I want to never feel unattractive. I want to write letters, and receive them. I want to ride a bike, slow and barely awkwardly, like Kermit, but in a sundress.

I want to make everyone feel loved.