i have a penchant for lists

THINGS I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT

I've been popping the various joints in my limbs with alarming frequency for the past few weeks.

I think it's weird that the people who affect you have no idea that they've affected you, even if you tell them, because no one will ever be able to access the inside of your mind.

I'm glad that I've learned how to tell people they've affected me.

My roommate showed me a song that claimed that no one is ever alone and that it's sad that there is no way to escape that honestly. I don't believe that.

The danger of having access to the multitude of social media sites is that a desire to overshare is cultivated in too many formats.

I was told recently that you run on the sleep you got two nights ago. I don't know if this is true, or how one could prove it, but I did feel allnighter-jittery two nights after sleeping for a grotesquely small amount of time.

I'm fascinated with"real" vs. "pretend." I think that I overuse these ideas.

It took me all of two seconds to choose a goal profession, after an eternity a few years of having only a vague idea. Linguistics explains life. (There is just about one infix in the whole English language.)

It's interesting that reading poetry reminded me of how much I like to read poetry.

A perfect beauty of a sunflower! a perfect excellent
          lovely sunflower existence! a sweet natural eye
          to the new hip moon, woke up alive and excited
          grasping in the sunset shadow sunrise golden
          monthly breeze!

---Allen Ginsberg, Sunflower Sutra

In my writing, I know more about how I'm feeling than I feel when I'm feeling. It is bizarre to re-read my own intentional random scribbles and realize the truth of the above statement.

Is it terrible that I gravitate towards contradictory emotions as a constant state of being?

I contain multitudes.

decisions i make by computer light

In spite of (but also really because of) my lack of a giant pile of disposable money, I like to make lists of apparel items to obsess over so that in the event that I do have some excess cash to blow, I’ll know exactly how to spend it. There will be no looking back, no regrets, because I’ve spent hours pouring over magazines and online catalogs and window-shopping, culminating in a giant list of WANT. 

It's a veritable Scroll.

For this fall, nestled in that list, among various long sleeve shirts and sweaters (novel concepts for a girl from Houston,) was a pair of ankle boots.

In July, I found and fell in love with a beautiful pair of Carvela leather boots, which just happened to be on mega-sale. But because the universe loves me, this perfect boot was missing its mate of the same size, preventing my purchase. I was devastated.

As I searched the Internet high and low for a possible replacement, I noticed the increasingly frequent appearance of cobalt blue and suede. When I found these boots (look below), I heard the Hallelujah Chorus and jumped on that trend train.

CARVELA Splice Ankle Boots in Navy: found these babies on polyvore.com

Now, I’m not sure how practical this combination is: such a vibrant color on so a delicate material seems like a disaster waiting to happen at the first drop of water. So clearly, I asked these boots to spend my first fall/winter in New England with me. (They have real weather here. Whuuuut.) They’re stunning, and seem to have ridges on the soles (traction?), so I’m excited. I plan to address the water-suede issue with a weatherproofing agent, because those exist.

Maybe I'll ask Andrew Bird about those Weather Systems.

            I have a feeling that this is going to work out. Is it terrible that I am in L-O-V-E love, and the boots and I haven’t even met yet?

i'm distracted by my giant sweater

If you are wondering what exactly is so terrible, then good. I'm a casual mindreader. I also have a full page of tallies, marking how often I've used that phrase. In the past two days. I'm exaggerating; it was three.

Apparently, I become enamored with odd objects quite easily. 

(Who doesn't enjoy a denim shirt with an embroidered pony and cactus scene? No friend of mine, that's for sure.)

yes, this is real.

 People on the street should have the chance to celebrate the ridiculous (read: fantastic) with me. And hopefully, once your brainspace has been fully inundated with my baffling lifechoices and sardonic sass, you won't be able to distinguish between the truly awful and the shockingly wondrous.

yeah, we're gonna match.

Really, is that so terrible?