1.10.2010

one hundred. eleven.

i enjoy: sitting on the floor in the room, eating nutella out of the jar with my fingers and listening to records.
i have many crochet/knit dream projects that i need to finish.
i have to work out. this is nothing new.
tai and i are watching "an american in paris." excellent.

i got in a car accident this last thursday & would be quite content if that never happened again. airbags = pretty frightening phenomenon. it could have been a lot worse, although i did completely total patrick, our beloved toyota.
on a car search. it's going alright, thanks to help from the fellow. in the meantime it's going to be fun arranging who gets the car for school/work/extra events. jolly.

a week in florida was an excellent time. i came back feeling strangely more growed up. why is that?
i did get a chance to do some great reading. read forest gump: turns out it wasn't as great as the movie [in my opinion]. shocking. usually the book is so much better! i won't spoil it for you, but the ending is completely different. also read "the boy who loved windows" which is an EXCELLENT book that my sister suggested. It's the story of an autistic child, but it spoke largely on so many other issues. such a fascinating read, i could read it over and over. i also started and am about halfway through "to kill a mockingbird." how i made it so far without reading this book is beyond me, but so far so good.

gene kelly is such a superstar.

still working on Cinderella. sometimes i forgot how much i really do enjoy working with the kids on the weekends. this director, Kerry, is so great at stepping outside of herself at rehearsals and being just so much fun for the kids, completely devoting time and energy into making sure their experience is just as important as the eventual outcome of the show. It's a very selfless way to work with kids. It could be so easy to just not engage and do what you need to do then leave, but she encourages her team & the cast so much, i wonder how she has so much energy.

my fingers are itching to crochet.



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