i was in florida for a week. just so you know.

http://myfloridavacation.blogspot.com/

inside my head

the world spins at a speed uncatchable. mostly it's words, scrolling down forever like a badly designed website. things to do, people to call, books to read, tests to take, projects to complete, dinner, laundry, dishes. clean clothes are overated. really. who pays attention to the mud splattered on the cuffs of your jeans, besides you. who noticed the lack of eyeliner this morning. who wonders how often you work out. nobody but you. so inside my head spins thoughts of myself, churning into sour stress over nothing important. when saturday comes, i dump these thoughts before i hit airline security and sleep clearly in an uncomfortable chair with an oversized man hogging the armrest and snoring, peacefully.

cup o tea

it's freezing inside my skin. i grab the kettle, pour out the old stagnent water from last week. turn on the faucet, fill the kettle and turn towards the stove. reaching to the very top shelf of the cabinet where my favorite snowman mug waits, my sweater revealing cold skin. sugar. something sweet to counter the bitter tea leaves. not too much, never too much. too sweet never got anyone anywhere good. the tea bags each individually wrapped inside this brown cardboard box. i carefully tear, revealing the aroma of places never been and time wasted on cold drinks or empty conversation, or in most cases, both. the kettle sizzles and i reach for the handle. i pour warmth and cup it in my hands, slowly bringing the steaming water to my lips. warmth is all i crave. i find it in tea. where do you find it?

e-mail from a friend

"at any rate it makes me smile to know your life isn't perfect. :)"


hahhahahaaa. i nearly wet myself.

crappy musings.

i lie on my back in the warm sand and stare into the evening sky,
wishing i were a star, listening to the waves crash onto the shore.

i AM that type

So driving home from class i noticed, much to my stomach's dismay, a sign in front of McDonald's advertising their "Shamrock Shake". Now to me, the thought of drinking something green just turns my stomach and i thought, "what kind of person drinks a green shake?". And then i remembered that my favorite shake is a mint chocolate chip one, and i realized in horror, "I am the kind of person who drinks green shakes...."

fire drill

we had one today while i was in the darkroom printing. i looked around. i thought maybe i spilled chemicals. or left a door open. or blew up a light table. but no. it was just a fire drill. then later, we were debating my age and Matt was so bewildered at how old i was that he lost track of time on development and completely screwed up his print. poor Matt.

the weather is clearing up around here and i couldn't be happier. i even cleaned the car. and debated going for a run. but i've settled on homework and oatmeal cookies. i'm such an exercise enthusiast. maybe, eventually, i'll catch up with Mel's bad habits. but probably not.

Marybeth, i've been putting together a little package for you. you know, the usual. CD, candy, fairy wand, and maxi pads. i think i even threw in toothpicks. yeah, you're gonna love it.

watched Vanity Fair this weekend. (and two hours of the SuperBowl, shame on me). It was a very visually appealing movie and well done, good actors, but i just didn't agree with the storyline. perhaps not a just enough ending...

fabulous

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Originally uploaded by tinkerellen.

who wouldn't hire me? i'm fabulous. or at least i play the part in my designer black turtleneck.

no more denial

hi. my name is cheri, and i'm a shopoholic.

this morning

i have an 'interview' with an ad agency in town. hopefully they'll throw some work my way and i can make a little bit of money that i seem to be spending like water on school. so i just printed out the directions, off to take a shower, and then try on 3 or 4 different outfits until i can find that perfect professional/artist mix. the one thing i hate about these things is the money issue. i know what i want to get, but if i state my demands and they're too high, i lose out on the opportunity and i hate missed opportunities. i always hope they just have a set amount, like at Burger King. you make this much, let us know if you're willing to do it, yaddy yaddy.

on a side note, if this doesn't work out, i'm hoping to put some business cards over at an art store. we know the owner, he's a pretty nice guy, even had us over for dinner, so hopefully he'll be cool with that. also, i have a friend who's putting my name in with a couple of the big photographers in town. she saw my photos and thought i might make a good assistant. we'll see. i'm not as concerned about work now, as i will be in the summer when i'm only taking a few classes.

anyway, i had a dream lastnight involving my doctor, and my proffessor. just goes to show who i've been spending all my time with. ugh.