I am waiting to start an art day while Alex is dillydallying in the shower. This week it has begun to get cold so I spent more time cuddling with blankets than I would have originally liked. I have gathered minimal resources to combat with onslaught of the cold which should be of some assistance, I hope.
Lately, I am finding myself being drawn to building on my project for the fall and wanting to create new ones. But which to choose?! I could do anything so why settle for just anything?
I miss the northwest of Argentina and am dying to remain mobile. My goal for this weekend is to keep collecting warm things. Even warm sock things. So I don't get all slow and stuffff.
My computer is broken, and I looked at the sheet the man gave me at the apple store. He checked that it was turned in: dirty, marked, and streaky. You Mr. Apple, have no idea how hard it is to keep the mac clean.
This week has been a bit of a blur. I will be very upset if all of my music, photos, and screen play has been erased. I was so forward to continuing it in the fall! The fall is now. I need to work on a flexibility and strength building plan to combat the trapeze next week and the chinchillas in July. I have reconciled to learning Alex's dj equipment so that once I have fleshed out a blues collection, I can put some things together. Also, to not growing up.
hoooola new life!
- whitney
- there once was a girl who liked change, mirror images, and the tide. she found herself curiously exploring options while thinking side thoughts of painting her nails. she wants to meet the rain forest through spanish eyes seeing flocks of butterflies instead as las mariposas. she wants to feel uncomfortable. she wants to smell the smell of a city millions wake up to every day. she wants to ride alongside gauchos. then one day she flew to buenos aires and stayed a while. this is her story.
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