be here then be there

I've been in the same chair all weekend. I'm surrounded by a mess of crumbled up papers, chewed up pens, and empty mugs.

I'm into decaf black coffee nowadays. I'm still aware that it tastes bitter but oddly enough I crave it.

I feel so much freedom sitting here. Just content to enjoy this moment. To just be here. and then go there. and be there.

Just past the circumstance, the first light a second chance

No child could ever dance the way you do oh

Tear down the prison walls, don't stop the curtain calls

Your chains will never fall until you do

'Cus if you never leave home, never let go

You'll never make it to the great unknown

Till you keep your eyes... open my love-NTB

white fences

My heart is numb /The feeling that I get from/The way you shake your voice/And curse this bitter love

And oh, it's cold /Living in a fallen home/We were just kids back then/Too scared to be alone

You leave me in the dark/ Recounting all my sins/ You put words in my mouth/But who is gonna mend/These white fences- needtobreathe

bean boots

Can we just talk about how much I love Sunday afternoons? Now quite frequently Sunday afternoons are a nonstop of series of motion and busyness but every once in a while I'm not teaching perfectly polished classes or working on group projects they are perfect.

I also love Sunday lunch. It's the best. It's so relaxed and I always eat so slow and take comfort in the face the only place I have to be afterwards in at home in my favorite chair or out on the patio.

I slip into sweats and grab my laptop and catch up on everything I'm subscribed to on my google reader and wind up feeling inspired and much more cultured by the time I finish.

Also, right now I'm thinking about how much I love men in Bean Boots and wishing Fall weather could come a little bit sooner.

 I'm looking at the L.L.Bean website right now and trying to decide if I truly need Bean Boots over my Timberland boots. I know that functionality is not a supporting clause in this debate. They are so similar.

I honestly wake up on rainy days and laugh because I know that there will probably be close to a hundred gentlemen running around on North Campus in Bean Boots and I realize that for that alone I can easily endure the frizzy hair and inevitably wet socks and shivering legs. They make men look so distinguished in the rain. Maybe it makes them seem more prepared for adventure and rain. I cannot decipher exacting the root of this attraction but it does make rainy days more enjoyable.

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When I like a song I listen to it over and over and over again. 
Sometimes for weeks. I just keep listening. I wait until I feel that I know it inside and out.
I know the next lines. The ones you cannot get enough of always have the most riveting lines in between the lines.  


I made two mixes to give away about a month or so ago but ended up keeping them. I cannot get enough of either one of them. They are songs of change and transition. Transformation. I would have never made that collection for myself. I just wouldn't have but now my favorite. They are mine now. Sometimes I just keep driving around and circle back around just to get a few more minutes in the car. 


My heart has been so volatile today. It's like I'm looking at my life and myself through the eyes of someone else. It's an eerie feeling to watch and feel yourself move on and away from parts of yourself. Your former self.  Perhaps I just always have far too much free time on my hands that enables me to sit around and think about such things. 


The third week of my senior year of undergrad is over. It's been incredible. Filled with joy and just a certain calmness matched with a certain sense of nostalgia.


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