Beside the white chickens
I'm silly, 20 years old, too sentimental, too sensitive, an INFP, super liberal, a feminist, a senior at a tiny women’s college, living in North Carolina, a mountain-lover, majoring in psychology, obsessed with poetry, a Goodwill shopper, living with my best friend, and terrified of getting old.
cold, leftover pizza is the best breakfast in the world and hallie isn’t here so it is ALL MINE!
Today I walked downtown from my little college to take a bus home (1), and the bus driver asked “why are you so smiley, do you have something good on your mind?” and I didn’t even realize I was smiling. I guess it just sort of happens sometimes. And my daddy picked me up from the bus stop and we picked up a pizza that Mary kept warm for us (2), and Art and I were reunited (3). I got my first bruise (that doesn’t show up if I stick with the black and white theme) having blood drawn (4), and when we got back my mom gave all 5 cats in the Martin household catnip to get “high with” (5). And a few minutes ago I realized it was nearly 11 PM and 60 degrees out, so I went and explored my neighborhood because even though the city is lovely scenery at night, there’s nothing like being out in the middle of the woods with barns and old graveyards all around. Only sad thing was the stray dogs who have made themselves at home on my front porch would not take a family portrait with me (6,7). And that is my day in photographs!
I really need a haircut because this lion and I could be twins!
Some awesome things found downtown today with Joe! Some old christmas tree garland branches and a high-fiving cat named Connor (according to his name tag).
Even though someone finally fixed the heat in our dorm last night (while hallie and I were in our Jan term class, while I hadn’t finished putting my things away and my stuff was scattered everywhere, while there was a half-eaten jar of pickles from the previous semester in every corner), it’s still too cold to wear anything but giant sweaters. Or to want to ever leave bed.
I’m not really sure if it’s acceptable to walk through not-so-good parts of downtown Winston-Salem wearing a Where’s Waldo hat, but warm heads > blending in, right?!
Skipping class right now, what a punk. P.S. happy December, tumblr, from tracie and Tom Waits :)
Thanks to Liz and Lolo for sending OBAMA in the mail to us!!!! And thanks to Salem’s Cellar for George Harrison.
