every little bit

the bag that holds everything.

Because...why not?




What's in my bag 8/6/10
Usually I just carry my wallet, keys and phone with me. But when I actually have my bag, I have;
-Giant Green Versace; Holds everything and more. Birthday gift from my lovely grandmother.
-Black Moleskine Planner; Plus a pen. I have to write down when and where I have something to do or I absolutely forget.
-Teal correction notebook by EcoSystem;My dance studio uses these for class, but I've also taken to writing down assorted blocking and choreography in this.
-Prayer beads; I made these at Montreat as an activity in the spirituality center.
-Anchor necklace; I always have some sort of anchor with or on me. My dad was in the navy for 20 years, they're his business logo, etc. They're kind of my "thing" as pretentious as that sounds.
-Black clip; For clipping my hair and/or looking like Suzanne Somers on Step by Step.
-Wallet/clutch thing; Because it's good to know where your money's at when you roll like me. Also, I like it because it's big enough to hold my chapstick.
-Orange Sapphire lotion; It smells so good. And my legs get really dry.
-iPod and Headphones; For when I want to wear hooded sweatshirts and drown out the world while I aimlessly walk around the city at night. But really I just plug my iPod into my car, so I keep it in my bag.
-Pink Umbrella; I've been to the mountains a lot this summer. I'm going to school in the mountains this fall. I need an umbrella.
-Gold bracelet cuff from Lucky Penny in Boone; It's oddly shaped and fits my wrist really awkwardly, but it looks cool.
-Let the Great World Spin by Colum McCann; I bought this in the mountains because I didn't have a book. I love it so far.
-Dental Floss; Because my swag don't stop.
-Cellular Device; Which would normally be pictured with its charger, since it doesn't function correctly and can't hold a charge.
-assorted make-up products; Which there would be more of, placed in a case if I hadn't left the entirety of my make-up in Black Mountain.
-Mac Brush set; A gift from my aunt a while back. Handy because you never know when you're going to have to cover up your friends' hickeys. Hahah, I'm only joking. No, but really.
-Cortex ProSeries 10CIB curling iron; The love of my life. It's made of magic.


There you are. I hope I've sufficiently occupied the boring afternoon I'm sure you're having if you're actually reading this (:

I have blogged entirely too much today.

"Those who saw him hushed. On Church Street. Liberty. Cortlandt. West Street. Fulton. Vesey. It was a silence that heard itself, awful and beautiful."

My blog is not a fun one.

I don't blog about the latest fashions, or nice pictures I find.
I don't blog about art.
I don't even blog about my life most of the time.
I throw you a couple of song lyrics that usually are just what's stuck in my head.
It's boring,


oh well.

Oh, don't.

I'd write about Montreat, but I'm going BACK tomorrow to visit Brittany.
Later I'm sure I'll write about it all at once.

Maybe.

Possibly.

...hopefully.


That means no
where I come from.
I am cold, out waiting for the day to come.

I chew my lips and I scratch my nose,
feels so good to be a rose.

Oh don't, don't you lift me up.
Like I'm that shy, no no no no no,
just give it up.

some songs are only good acoustic.

Like this one.

So rest assured I have the key to every opening.
To every wishing well that's deep enough to dream.
I want to show you just how fascinating kissing is,
when earth collides with all the space between.

I'm reaching farther than I ever have before.
Leaving all who broke your heart upon the shore.
I may be some sort of crazy,
We may be some sort of crazy.

Goals

I'm sure I'll write something about Montreat eventually, but right now I don't have the mental capacity to.
It was wonderful.

My demons waltz with me.
They beg me not to leave them alone.