The current state of a dandelion garden

to stay on board with my love for "weeds" (rather I prefer herbs) I had remembered that coffee grounds made good fertilizer. So I collected some from work in a cup and then went on a walk with friend, Kevin and friend, Katie to return Serendipity to blockbuster armed with a baggie labeled: for Dandelion Seeds. I collected.

Now I have run into a slight problem that may work itself out. But how would one water coffee grounds? it makes coffee doesn't it? i imagine that i will be fine with a spray bottle of H2O but finding one may be difficult.

It's moving time. It takes me a month to get affairs in order but I am finally getting things finished.

London is exactly one month from today. Take my breath away!

I have a myspace now. haha isn't that the funniest thing. It's really another tribute to dandelions and rosie thomas. i will put it on my links so you can hear $2 shoes anytime you would love to.

i miss you blog. i love you friends.










currently listening to: The Elected (that guy from rilo kiley) Sun Sun Sun

serving size: extra large, thoughts on romancing rains

or not really romance. at least not like the lovely dovely (which all started with a typo and should now transition to universal slang) romance. romance like trees are romantic, old poetry is romantic, the rain is certainly romantic. but i hold that it is not romantic to the point that we should wait for romance to strike us (like lightening) there. okay, moving on.


certainly feeling the weight gain and depressive eating cycle hitting. it's early spring. it's due. usually an awkward season transition keeps me all wound in the wrong direction. but i am not coming unglued like some others in my life (keep those in your hearts please). i will start walking once the rain stops.and moving on.



i am tired of not writing poetry when the moment strikes me. this is funny b/c i do this with the two things i love most. god and poetry. they strike. i hide. it's a full war. i mean i even own camoflauge. wait. did i say that? no, now i really don't own camo. jess does. and i make fun of her for it. she even had camo wedding decor. seriously. moving on.



my currently reading list comprises of two books: real sex by lauren winner and let's go to london, london on a budget, by who-really-cares-anyhow. all that matters is that today in my chapters we respectively discussed: that women are thinking a heck/hell (depending on your political affiliation) of a lot more about sex than a group of specific men believe. sorry bub hate to burst your bubble. while you are lusting after miss chestthesizeofmt.rushmore we women are thinking of the way some guy can turn us on and getting all googlyglop over it. and that the brits love to drink and the most popular pubs are filled well before happy hour. isn't it great? and we're still moving on.

i've talked about "that bad thing that happend a while ago" to some people that i didn't expect to. it's weird letting his agenda unroll and seeing where it goes. i hope . . . well you can fill in the blanks there.

and even though i didn't think we were moving on i wanted to say that if my bro reads this or leah.
the weak are stronger than what we give them credit for. you can choose to live in the sadness (and in the words of the Cameron Crowe, get inside the deep melancholy of this) and cherish it's sadness for a bit. then you can start your take off. taking pictures along the way. don't stay low so long that we begin to miss you. your smile is my addiction. i can't help but think of you as happy. and well i will fly kites for you anytime. pick dandelions and send them in the mail to you any day. and really you ought to dance here. dance in this place and carry off with joy. because goodness is clear and sweet. sorrow is bitter and foggy.and i love you.

Why Men Ought Not Shave Their Legs and Other Silly Spring-Isms

So I was reflecting on my Friday lunch with Miss Kora and we were talking about current spring fashions (since it is now officially spring). Topics mentioned were bare midriffs, cleavage, and skimpy skirts on the female side. Noticing that the men had no place in our conversation we reflected on what men ought to be weary of this spring. Shaved legs, their own, not ours. I have noticed this trend arise slowly throughout the years and wonderously it has skyrocketed. Now it seems as if half of all men on this particular college campus are freshly shaven. This is an absurdity! Kora and I did take into consideration the argument of "velocity" and we have both determined that it is just no excuse. Shaved legs (like pre-menstrual symptoms) are just a part of the female odds and ends, not to be shared with our sexual opposites. And, in a sort of joke from above, after the conversation I ended up behind three men, two of which were freshly shaven. I have decided personally that men with hairy legs are sexy, more masculine. It was quite the intellectual moment (wink wink).


Also on the topic of Spring: isn't it wonderful that these last two days have been marvelous out. I am wearing skirts like there is no tomorrow. Also this spring has been blessed with great music. I haven't reflected enough on the fact that the Denison Witmer show was beautiful and melancholic. Just enough soul to pass around the room and more than enough lullaby's to rock me to sleep for an eternity. Joyous. Pretty/Ugly was even better than I expected (even though I expected quite the best from that ensemble). Nice feeling to be blown out of the water by good friends. Next on the list is the beautiful and also deeply melancholic Rosie Thomas. I can't reflect on her show b/c it is still up-and-coming. April 18th, make it to the Belmonte with enough money for cover ($3) and her new ep (I am sure it is worth it). And if you have never heard of this simply serene siren check out her website (and under albums you can listen to some mp3's) www.rosiethomas.com.