stressful dream sequence...

It shouldn't be work when you're sleeping but last night was exhausting!

So...I went to a MALL, which I very much dislike malls so already we're in some rough terrain here. I was then forced to valet my car but I still had to park it myself-? and there were no stores selling mattress covers which is what I had gone in for. I felt so lost and scared like Jenifer Connelly in the labyrinth when the old bag lady tries to distract her with a lot of random junk. Just then a loud speaker comes on to tell me time on my car was up and it would be towed then I couldn't find my way out and no one would help guide me. Suddenly Elijah Wood (who was my fourth celebrity crush ever after Michael J Fox, Chuck Norris and Jonathan Taylor Thomas) sees me scream and then break down and cry, rolls his eyes and walks away! Finally I find my way out only to realize I left my entire bed in another store as I apparently brought it w/me to shop...? So I'm in my car and need to get all the way over to the right lane but no one will let me through and I end up almost in an accident because a huge telephone booth has been dropped into my lane by one of those massive cranes that's apparently being destroyed by the end of the world.

Needless to say, today I am tired.

hearts can be won with treehouses

My Grandpa built me a treehouse when I was little that I've posted on here before and it was my safe haven. The only place I've ever felt secure was either when my entire family was packed into a tiny car before Mom and Dad's divorce or up in that treehouse, my Grandmother using a rope and pulley to send me snacks in the summer.

There's something really special about the rain outside my window today.
And there's something about the natural, dim, "mood-lighting" the clouds have crafted that has wandered into my living room. Bon Iver taps against the poorly insulated walls, while a french press waits to be pressed-the smell dances to the bounce of the piano keys. It's days like this I feel an intense longing and yet I'm also so very happy- elated and sad- all at once. Because even though I cannot fulfill the longing to share this magic with someone it's like a secret no one else knows but me.
Like going to the movies by yourself.

i am not a hipster...or am i?

after looking through old friends photos i think i've come to the conclusion of what a hipster really is. seems to me that all the normal stuff we do back in Missouri, ie wearing plaid, riding motorcycles, hanging out at quarries, putting on whatever suits our mood for that day, growing mustaches and mullets sometimes at the same time, lighting dairy creamer on fire off J-road tower, throwing food off J-road tower, making out on J-road tower, wearing dresses over our jeans and big boots with our shorts- is the kinda stuff people are trying to pursue out here. so really, if you're a dun-dun-duuun "hipster", maybe it just means your a kid out of place. you'd prolly do real well in MO if you didn't have those dreams of becoming a rockstar. actually...even still.

 oh. AND.  listening to more records than our ipod after going thrift store shopping to assist those aforementioned eclectic moods of ours. yeah LA, we kinda branded that, us Missouri kids. just sayin.