Change

Sometimes the truth has an expiration date. Like a bottle of milk, it looses its freshness over time. And becomes irrelevant. So that when you finally have the courage to say it, it doesn't mean as much as it did at the moment you wanted to say it, but didn't. I'm slowly learning to speak the truth in the moment. My truth. Instead of holding these bits and pieces in my heart, and keeping it there until I reach my bursting point and they come tumbling out from inside me. A big ball of repressed, nervous, overwhelming, chaotic stream of thoughts, feelings, and words unsaid.

Oh my gosh!

THIS is amazing!!! Have you ever wondered how to combine the look of hand-drawn and the texture of canvas? Who knew it could be so easy?!

Get Crafty With The Girls With Glasses from The Girls With Glasses on Vimeo.

Video courtesy of http://www.promisetangemanblog.com/

I miss drawing

These gorgeous watercolors from Pop Pop Portraits makes me remember why I loved drawing in the first place!

I have been dying to start sketching black and white portraits. I have in my possession a Sketching kit with CD-Rom, sketchbook, and pencils that I bought in a set from Borders when they were majorly on sale. I watched the CD over the summer, and it got me a little excited about drawing again. But these past weeks I've been up to my ears in midterms and fellowship applications. Maybe winter break. Anybody wanna draw with me?

New Taylor Swift And It's Good!

Ok. Anybody who knows me knows that I'm obsessed with Taylor Swift. Like a freakin' pre-pubescent 12 year old girl. Like play her songs in my head 10000 times a a day. Fits every mood kind of obsessed.

So her album Speak Now doesn't officially drop until Oct. 25. There have been a few singles that I haven't been all that hot on. But Perez leaked a track online today, called "Dear John" written about John Mayer. It's a 7 minute in your face power-pop ballad. And it's amazing! Go listen to it.


Dare You to Move [Switchfoot]
Your Love is a Song [Switchfoot]

Ain't nothin' but a post it note

Today, as I found myself running to replenish my store of post-it notes only one day after I ran out, I paused to think about how much of my life is spent on post-it notes. How many days that literally begin and end on a post-it. Days when I have too many things to do, and not enough brain capacity to keep it all in. Days when I'm irritated and tired, but writing down everything I want to accomplish on a piece of paper, somehow magically makes the job easier.

And not just for grocery lists or school related work. But for bigger life goals too. I've grown accustomed to using post-it's for every area of my life. From daily to-do's to long term monthly or yearly goals. Is this anal?

The best part of the post it writing is the clarity it gives me. To look at something difficult and write it out in a series of linear steps. The other satisfying part is crossing off the things on the list one by one, until they're all complete at the end of day or whatever.

Whatever the reason why, without post-it's I would be a mess. I'm pretty sure this makes me neurotic in some way, but that's ok. I've learned to accept some things about myself :)

Magical things

Today was the first rain of the season. It seemed a bit magical to walk outdoors and see the pretty yellow leaves against the blackness of the wet pavement. And smell the cold dampness of the rain. This time of year always makes me feel so nostalgic + cozy.

3 Things I love Sunday: (because I can't think of 10)

1. The prettiest tree houses - can I live in one please?





2. Colorful paper boats

3. A lovely little leaf boat

Stubborn

I guess I'm not a people pleaser, and I'll never be. I care more about my own integrity than what other people think of me. I think I could have played the game and gotten what I wanted, but then I'd just hate myself for being one of those people. I'd rather be rejected for being honest. Then liked for pretending to be something else. Obviously it hurts. But I cant regret doing the right thing. If I only did the right thing, because it got me what I wanted. I would have no integrity. And that little bit of integrity is what preserves my sense of purpose, and being. Without that, I would be lost.