i miss it

Mark my words, one day you will be reading about my adventures studying abroad in Ireland my sophomore year. If you need any reassurance whatsoever, just look at the green. This was not edited. It is THAT green. My promise is to true as Ireland is to green...

this is what i ultimately aim for

Clara Bow via flickr

summer anecdote #6

Babysat again. We braided bracelets and slip 'n slide-ed.

JUST REALIZED how far we are into the year of '09. Geez. In my mind, it's almost Halloween--I'm being Velma. Man, I love Scooby Doo.

All I can watch is abc Family...Weird...

some thoughts

I should be doing homework, but some thoughts flood my head instead. Like:

Why does this seem so appealing, when I can hardly stand the winters in ARIZONA and I deeply disapprove of FUR USE?

That is ICE. As in an ICE HOTEL. In SWEDEN. Why does this seem like a necessary place to visit? I saw a special on it about a year ago on the Discovery Channel and I couldn't stop thinking about it for days. Several puns were involved. I remember one: "At this bar, you don't get ice in your drink, you get your drink in ice." The glasses were made of ice. Obviously.


I don't know, man. It kind of reminds me of a weird hippy cult meeting house.
Regardless, I have to go someday. They make a new one every year, if I remember correctly. Which makes a whole lot of sense, as it is, ya know, ICE. Also, each room is designed by a different artist, which all share a weird hippy cult aesthetic apparently. It works.

FYI

Fast forward 15 years...and my kids will definately count felt sushi as one of their play-kitchen necessities.