Somedays

Some days i just feel pretty, yesterday and today has been those kinda days..and today i have to waste it on work. Makes it worse because its rainy and cold, and lets face it..who wants ice cream in weather like this??

I would like everyone to know that..(pause for a dramatic affect)...i so beat the soft serve machine on monday! it fought, but i would not give in. In the end i came out victorious!

Fight to the end

I work at a farmers market scooping ice cream, i know what your thinking. ("scooping ice cream? that's an easy way to make money.") it is not easy however when the soft serve machine has it in for you, no then everyday becomes a fight to survive. work has turned into a battle with a machine, i might as well be in a terminator movie. But i am determined that by the end of the summer i will fight that soft serve machine, show it who is boss and come out on top with the best soft serve twist ever!

That is my goal for this summer, to defeat the soft serve machine.

It amazes me

I get lost in the things i find beautiful , which can be the strangest things. The smell of old books. the sound of a clock ticking, it can put me to sleep or keep me awake depending on how my head is working at the time(most the time it keeps me up) but i love it. old shoes, ones with scuffs and or just worn down i find pretty. Because it mean they were loved, someone really wore them in. think about the days those shoes were worn on. on a first date, a witness to a first kiss, walking on the first day of spring, or even just worn with the cutest jean ever. those shoes were loved.

Today was way to pretty to own a crappy camera

Days like today just make me want to go for a really long car ride, with my big sunglasses, windows rolled down, the smell off warm pavement, and music playing really loud.

I have this amazing guy in my life, who makes me feel pretty and loved and wanted. Im not gonna say our relationship is perfect, we have a lot of problems. But he does make me feel warm apple pie happy, and in the end i think thats what it comes down to. we might have a bunch of problems, but at the end of the day his arms are the only ones i want around me.

I wonder why what we dream cant not be real? Why cant mirrors be a type of teleport? Or how come i cant have a pet bumble bee that follows me around like a loyal puppy? How come sometimes our dream are so much better then reality? This is what i ponder this morning as i get ready to visit Gramma. When i look out the window i cant help but think, Today should be a day of dreams.

Hello Shins, Goodbye heartache

"I'm looking in on the good life i might be doomed never to find.
Without a trust or flaming fields am i too dumb to refine?
And if you'd 'a took to me like
Well I'd a danced like the queen of the eyesores
And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well. " I find these lyrics help me, that and a good swing.

That day to remember but that night to forget.

Today was a day of not getting dressed, Falling in love all over again, Watching sad movies that made me cry, while that guy laughed and held me. Tonight has been a night of missing what i had today, enjoying old books that had been forgotten and some nice warm tea.

yes, today was L.O.V.E.