seventy.eight.

dear pandora radio,

thank you. your music selections are so fantastic & bring me joy/new musical favorites.

dear frigid march dawn,

i'm sorry i was so hostile this morning. i'm just in too much of a hurry for spring. thanks for the lovely sunrise despite my first grumblings. 

dear starbucks coffee,

i feel guilty when i stop by now. i like to think my coffee shop is superior [and by "my coffee shop" i am referring to the coffee shop where i am employed...]. however, there is a secret to your caramel macchiato that keeps me coming back. also: i feel classy saying caramel macchiato. 

my cousin elizabeth is coming up today. we shall have grand times. i think we'll make quiche. i love quiche. 

when i say resonate, what do you think of?

seventy.seven.

curt fancy-ed up my dashboard on the mac. now all i have to do is hit F12 and i can see the weather in Dublin. today is supposed to be nice. today would be a good day to visit Dublin.

i just drank the most revolting iced chai tea latte, and i payed an arm and a leg for it. ridiculous.

yesterday kanoa and i drove in the car together and listened to joe purdy and the wailin jenny's and jon foreman. we listened to "a mirror is much harder to hold" abbooouuut 14 times. also that wailin jenny's song that talks about the tree...whatsitcalled??
i like trees a lot. & i think tree tattoos are pretty.

sometimes i wish my name was sophie. sophie hope. i would neverever spell it sofi.

the other day, while walking out to my car at 5:30 in the morning to go to work, i saw a shooting star. it was big, too, and slow. i almost couldn't believe it. then i got scared and ran to my car. i don't know why, but it made me shiver. it's strange to see a shooting star in the morning.

i watched "To Kill A Mockingbird" yesterday with the fellow and his familia. I really like that movie. Scout & Jem are just the neatest little kids. I will have a Scout and a Jem. Maybe two of each.

sometimes when the sun is setting, i like to turn the other way. i think it's interesting to watch the darkness slip over so quietly. you miss it when you watch just the sun, you turn around and it's already there.

i was reading Life of Pi, but now i'm getting bored of it. i'm nearly halfway through. i might decide not to finish it, and i'll feel terrible about it because it is a pretty interesting book. maybe i'll just plow through. i've learned some interesting things, including fun facts about how disgusting hyenas are.

ho hum. i'm going outside in the sun. this strange guitar music in panera is annoying.

seventy.six.

I am listening to The Wailin Jenny's and laying on the floor because my body is tired of moving. I just danced for a long time. I like dancing. Also, I've become mildly addicted to the two Wailin Jenny's albums that I have, and when I'm feeling melancholy or quiet, I listen to The Swell Season. I have so much new music to listen to, but I just rediscovered these three albums and simply cannot get enough.

Yesterday was a lovely day, I do hope that you were out and enjoying it. The fellow and I went out and picnic-ed, then bought a kite and were very entertained with it for several hours. This was no ordinary charlie brown kite, but rather a jet-shaped kite with two handles. This hardcore kite could effectively twirl and swirl around, and also dive-bomb unsuspecting persons. I was almost impaled several times, and also nearly impaled Curt. Little did we know what a dangerous pastime kite-flying was, and we were lucky to make it out alive. It was grand times.

I've had an entry in my head for a while now, but somehow can't get it out. I can't even moleskine journal it. It's just locked up inside and refuses to have words shape it. This is vexing.

We played lots of Irish music in the coffee shop for the days leading up to St. Patricks Day. There is something so charming about the flute & fiddle & banjo & bagpipes, lilting voices singing a soft ballad or some brash pub song. It was just fantastic. Now we're back to "alternative" which is nice. We play David Gray, Dave Matthews, Colbie Caillat, Joe Purdy and Iron & Wine...and muchas more. It's good music.

I smell.
[bad.]

Elena, my russian boss at the coffee house, is so funny. I always laugh when she swears, I can't help it. She'll get all in a huff about something and swear with such feeling. She has all these random quotes and sayings, it's so unexpected and hilarious.

Sometimes i really like sad songs, even when i'm not sad. sometimes i wish i was sad more often, so that i could sing these songs and be really dramatic and it would be like i was in a movie.

[confession: sometimes when a sad song plays on my ipod and i'm driving, i pretend like i'm in a movie, in which that song would play on the soundtrack.
i will pretend that i'm running for my life to another state or was brutally kicked out or someone died or something equally dramatic.
my character just drives and burst into tears with the most perfect song playing in the background.
it's crazy fun.
& now i have the added bonus of knowing precisely what song to play if any of these things ever happen.]

i am learning how to knit. it's great. the other day i sat on my front porch swing with a big blanket and knitted, then called it a night at 9:00. i'm the oldest 20 year old ever. i love my life.

the other day lauren hunnie and i sang "one voice" together & it was amazing.

seventy.five.

the other day two men came into work and asked about us getting televisions. we might get televisions and play the news. the guys said that if we got televisions they could just stay in there all day. without televisions they sat uncomfortably on the edges of their seats and didn't know what to do with themselves, and left after several minutes. they weren't able to just sit and be or read or write or do something that didn't require a television/computer screen. they couldn't even talk to each other.

i thought that was a bit sad.

i wouldn't like to be one of those people who couldn't sit by myself comfortably.

today has been one of those days. i'd like to talk about it, but i'm not sure where to start.

just one of those days, my mind complicates things and i get all worried and such. 

i tend to think about a lot of things, and this week i thought about too much and couldn't get it sorted out right.

i just listened to "make your own kind of music" and now i feel better.

this is why i like simplicity so much, because i have to work harder at it. generally, the things you have to work harder for i think turn out the best. 

[but it's so much easier to make things complex.]

do say root like boot or foot? i mean the O's. it's a tough one...

mynailsaregettinglonger&that'salli'mgoingtosayaboutthat.