mreeb.(s) also squee.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

mreeb.(s) also squee.

I was tired and annoyed in the brain the other day, and realized how long it had been since i had blogged. possibly a factor, since writing lets out all the crabby juices.

GUESS WHAT. ITS SPRING. heather says it isn't till the twentieth, but heather is shorter than me, so she can't be right.

There has been a lot of Hard Times lately. meaning the place. we saw a fellow walking in with a beautiful bouquet of flowers, no apparent reason.

you know how i know its spring? Number one, it is rainy. Rain after months of snow tells my brain to run the slide show of squishy grass and camp shetek and lazy excursions with the windows down and a distinct lack of school. Also, when I walked out of Middlebrook today, by the door was a patch of all the cigarette butts people had smoked, buried in the snow, and forgotten. Since that substance melted,they are all living in a big commune on the sidewalk now. I laughed.
hey, did you know there's this girl who recycled cigarette butts into clothing? www.coolhunting.com/style/mantis-recycled. too lazy to fix that link.

song of day. an old old old oldie. the shadow proves the sunshine, switchfoot. or as my pater calls them, twitchfoot.

so long. there might be more coherent writing later. when there are cats in my lap.
-Gyp

P.S. my personal ipod is temporarily out of joint, so on getting home for spring break, I am listening to the one i used to share with my family. It is strange. There is no "heather music" (that kid is responsible for a lot of my current favorites), and there is no hardcore. It dates my life. Other observation: My sister Hannah kicks butt at knitting. someday I will photograph the things she makes and post them.
one last thing: i have discovered that whenever I get discontent, thanking the good Lord for what i've got kills it mighty quick. captain obvious with your cliche truths for the day.
Song of the day: Dream within a dream, Oren Lavie.