on getting ready to go to Fred Meyer:

me: just go put something on really fast, i'm wearing crappy clothes!
abigail: no it's okay. i'll just come out naked with a towel draped artistically over my privates.

my boyfriend got a haircut yesterday. he told the hair stylist "you can't take too much off cos my girlfriend likes to grab it." pretty sure he made both our days with that one sentence.

i miss livejournal.
i like i randomly post every six months saying that, and then continue to never post. fail.

this is exciting!
im on my way to rehearsal.
i cant wait for this show to come together/be over.
is anyone still on Livejournal anyway?

had a lot of fun looking at my old entries (thanks kaeorin for the tip).

it's funny how so much has changed and so much is still the same.

Day 13 → A fictional book

a tree grows in brooklyn. MY FAVORITE BOOK EVER.

"Oh, I want to hold it all! I want to hold the way the night is – cold without wind. And the way the stars are so near and shiny. I want to hold all of it tight until it hollers out, “Let me go! Let me go!”

I need someone. I need someone. I need to hold somebody close. And I need more than this holding. I need someone to understand how I feel at a time like this. And the understanding must be part of the holding.

I love mama and Neeley and Laurie. But I need someone to love in a different way from the way I love them.

If I talked to mama about it, she’d say, “Yes? Well, when you get that feeling don’t linger in dark hallways with the boys.” She’d worry, too, thinking I was going to be the way Aunt Sissy used to be. But it isn’t an Aunt Sissy thing because there’s this understanding that I want almost more than I want the holding. If I told Sissy or Evy, they’d talk the same as mama, although Sissy was married at fourteen and Evy at sixteen. Mama was only a girl when she married. But they’ve forgotten…and they’d tell me I was too young to be having such ideas. I’m young, maybe, in just being fifteen. But I’m older than those years in some things. But there is no one for me to hold and no one to understand. Maybe someday…someday…"

Day 14 → A non-fictional book

i don't really read non-fiction. but malcolm gladwell is the shit. the tipping point, blink, and especially outliers are incredible. also freakonomics.

i have a date with this insanely attractive guy tomorrow and it's pretty much all i can think about.
gggguuuuhhhhh.

this was two days ago overlooking the southwestern coast of oahu.
sadly the day before i got my nose pierced but you couldn't see it anyway.

i think i've been losing weight since i got here. which is radddd.

this is me at eleven years old playing fern in a production of charlotte's web. my best friend joshua looks like he's covered in pepto-bismol and i look like an orphan misplaced from a production of annie. ah, community theatre.

Day 09 → A photo you took



i'm in hawaii for six weeks for work right now. the other day i dropped my co-worker off for the am shift and drove up to hali'ewa on the north shore of oahu and chilled out on the beach. this was my view.

the beauty here is overwhelming. it becomes numbing after a while. every day is what people dream about the weather being like. every single day. how weird of a concept is that? i don't know if i could live here. i hate the heat anyway. it's lovely for six weeks but it's already getting old, and i have another four weeks left.

plus i'm so homesick and so sad to be missing the snow in seattle right now =(