Somewhere in my closet, there’s a Zack Weber t-shirt beside a jacket made out of a blanket and a stack of painting clothes, still covered in silver spray paint from those Stuco lock ins. And in front of that, there are sliding mirrors. And then there’s the reflection of a bed room and an open window showing this big world…
I go back home on Friday, which I’m excited for. Part of me just wants to go pick up my cat and snuggle. Another wants to go take a walk down by the river and visit my work to talk about scheduling some time over winter holidays. And another wants to cook a meal, start a fire, and turn on football in the living room. But, even more than those, there’s something I’m really, really, really ready for:
AHHHH! It’s so close and yet so far away! The new Harry Potter film comes out this Friday, but I’m waiting until Monday to see it with some friends since it got sold out here in Kirksville. Never has a movie seemed so far away when it is really less than a week away. So if I just don’t exist online from Friday until Monday, it’s because I’m trying to avoid what people are saying about Harry Potter.
Yes, I’m a six year old, plugging her ears.
But it could be worse; I could be a six year old with massive amounts of homework and reading, but that was more the past two weeks. For this week, I only have to read a psychological text and write a ten page paper. And while this may sound terrifying to some people, the task itself is very easy. Now, I just have to make myself sit still for long enough to read the book and take notes. And from there? It’s easy.
There really haven’t been that many developments in my life this month. It’s been time with friends and ink wash paintings and watching more and more brown leaves gather together outside of my windows. If I had a camera, I’d show you pictures, but as it stands, I’m not getting a new camera until this holiday (a Nikon CoolPix, probably). If you have any camera recommendations, feel free to leave me a comment. Until next time, see you!
“Wouldn’t it be okay
if we took a little drink and we start to fly away?
All I really want is you and me here,
you and I.”