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Lafayette, Louisiana. What a weird and wonderful place. Everything is stagnant but moves at a ridiculous pace. b.l.u.r

There are certain things you always carry with you. Physical things: a journal, a sharpie, a wallet, a charm. But then there are the mental things you always keep tucked deep in your pockets. The way the sun sets behind trees reminding you of getting off work in the summer and riding down a hill. Certain songs reminding you of dancing around in your underwear. Certain foods trigger memories of binge eating and laughing hysterically at the fact that you're eating so much. Bubble baths, colored water, rubber frogs. Catch phrases, oversized sweaters, burritos. Stick shift, apples, xmas trees. Then there comes a morning when you wake up and realize that they're tucked away for a reason and that you don't quite remember the feelings they used to give you. You change and you grow. The nostalgia lessens, faces fade, and you're left feeling a little gray. But who says gray isn't a good canvas to work on? That's also my favorite color! That's gotta mean something. Mmmmmm. Just a feeling of contentment. A settling of sorts.

Yea Dude!

Talking to yourself is definitely therapeutic. Oh, Blogosphere.

Sometimes I wish I was a Dr. Seuss character

2009.  Isn't that weird?  Comin' to terms with it, but I'm excited.  

For the past week, I've had these permanent butterflies in my stomach. Feels like my breath is caught in my throat and I have to sigh to be able to breathe.  I get easily flustered and excitable.  Reasons for such uncontrollable behavior?

1.) I have turned into a 13 year old girl.

2.) I'm excited about something.  

I'm guessing the second reason, although anything is possible.  Who knew when I would become 23, I would actually lose 10 years.  

Aside from that, all I seem to be doing is going on adventures with friends and archiving like mad.  I have also concluded that I like really small scrapbooks [things in general] and really massive ones.  One day when I'm really old, I want someone to archive my life hahah, just put all of my crap into something compact or a museum!  Just kidding!! That would never happen! Girl can daydream.  

My own planet where the ground actually bends because it's so small.  A world where I could sit in a thick pasture and make flower crowns all day.  A world where the fish in the pond next to me would jump up and say hi and ask how my day was going.  A world where I could sip kool-aid all day long and talk to you. 

dreams