i've been a busy bee.

I came home and the crafting began.

First:


lights on


lights off

Second:


felt flowers!


fuzzy felt flowers!


sorta fuzzish flowers!

Third:


hat #1


hat #2

here, the wonderful model is my little sister.

new skirt!

Here is the new christmas outfit!



The crocs are courtesy of nick, and mom bought me the skirt.

thanks familia!

i love them!

wow, i am a dork

so, i've discovered a new obsession. i can't stop.

craft blogs.

they are fantastic. for example, where else would you find a site that makes custom conversation hearts!




check out these blogs:

http://www.misshawklet.com/

http://www.craftster.org/blog/

http://megan.scatterbrain.org/notmartha/

the caper is solved.

The bike belongs to one of my housemate's boyfriends. He left it in our yard over break. I stole it. We didn't run into each other for a week. Then he took it when I left it in front of the house. I was sad, but then I bought it from him. For 25 bucks, so my baby is coming home soon!

i miss you bike.

kelly

Tragedy STRIKES

The beautiful bike that i wrote my last tribute to has been taken away from me.
stolen from my front yard. i was only inside for a mere 30 minutes and she was
gone. i feel like a little piece inside has ruptured. i loved that ol' bike. it was so
smooth and fancy. i felt like a real-deal biker girl on top of her leather racing seat.
the handle bars were so fancy and bent. the brakes didn't work, but that is okay.
she was still mine. i loved her and fixed her all up when she became mine.

to be fair. i did just find her in my yard the week before. and we sort of hid her
in the backyard and i sort of locked her up so the owner couldn't have her back.
but that is not the point! i took care of her and cherished her and it's not fair!!!

why my bicycle is awesome

cars smell really bad, my bike smells like bike.
i can ride on the lawn, my car can't.
i am never going to kill someone by hitting them on my bicycle.
i never have trouble finding parking.
i don't have to feel bad about riding across campus because i'm not wasting oil/gasoline.
when i travel the wind blows in my face.
my bike is really pretty and doesn't make much noise.

i love you bike.

how hot?

Check it out...

Reading about ICP torches got me thinking. "I wonder what the hottest temperature humans have synthesized is?"
Turns out, 100 million (10 to the 8) K is the highest temperature that has been generated. That is fucking hot. The core of the sun is about 15 million K. So we can make a temperature that is about 6 and a half times hotter than the core of the sun. Crazy.

This temperature was synthesized inside a magnetic confinement in nuclear fusion research facilities.

nutty.

the end is near!

Either i will finish this god forsaken core paper or die wresting with it. i am almost ready to graduate from the freshman class. isn't it exciting! i just wish that i had more sleep so i could really appreciate this imminent joy. i love sleep. sooo nice. i have good dreams all the time and nothing is too bad in dreams...well most of the time..too late for thinking.

boo

i will be there soon my little bed...i will join you soon!

kelly

another great idea turned crappy

title sums life up right now.

toothpaste for dinner

I've found it. This fantastic website has entered my life once again. Click on this to find out what i am talking about.

This fellow is mighty witty. i just adore his drawings and the striking simplicity makes me believe that life is great. How could line drawings bring such beauty to living?

Sometimes i think i would die without these types of joy in my life. wither away in the dull normality that plagues this country, this college, this life.

here is a slice of this heaven:

fire is cool

stepping away is good.

my love affair with toni morrison

this woman is amazing. Beloved has soothed my soul as nothing else can these days. she feels all the same ways as i do. she struggles with reconcilation with me. i love her and this wonderful novel.

"to love anything that much was dangerous...The best thing, he knew, was to love just a bit; everything, just a little bit, so when they broke its back or shoved it in a croaker sack, well, maybe you'd have a little love left over for the next one."

"the future was a matter of keeping the past at bay."

fuck em, doing it for me

"Life is short, your capable."

Now look at your watch now!

You're still a super hot female.

watcha waiting for.