Nonsense

I'm in a decopage mood.

You know, when your mind is kind of helter-skelter and filling in the cracks of the day.

I feel very much like writing a nonsensical what-am-I-thinking-about-right-now post.

So that's what I'm going to do, whether you like it or not. At least, I hope you like it.

P.S. Not neccessarily in order of importance.

1. Water for Elephants. Charming movie. I actually liked Robert Pattinson.

2. I want a camera. I want to take pictures of what I'm thinking about.

3. Forrest Gump. Saw it for the first time and cried, cried, cried.

4. A house we toured while hunting for the grandparents. I want to be their friend. However, it would be kind of odd to say, "Hi there! I saw the inside of your home, looked at the books on your shelves, and analyzed your family pictures! And your decor made me want to babysit your children!"

5. I have athlete's foot. But no one really wants to know that.

6. I do believe that my oratory this year is going to be about history. Hm...wonder where that idea came from?

7. I collect bookmarks. Did you know that? I now have bookmarks from every major attraction in Washington, D.C.

8. Since the beginning of time (aka kindergarten), I have been a horrible notebook-hogger. When someone asks me for a piece of paper and all I have are my spectacular notebooks with very attractive design work on the front, I feel real anger at the person for being irresponsible as I rip out a precious page of paper.

9. I have found a country band that I like. Go ahead and gasp. The Band Perry.

10. And to top off this list of nonsense, let me just say that I'm glad it's almost September. I dream about fall all year long.

Happy Being!

Elyse

The picture is there simply because I love ancient photography. I don't know what it is. Hopefully it isn't a cult or war party. What else is necessary for a post titled "Nonsense"?

It's Almost Over

Well, not quite.

What was it the principal said on the first day of school last Wednesday?

"Only 174 days to go!"

Thank you for that lovely reminder.

That tells me that my days of Mary Tyler Moore marathons are over...

...and that I can't just pop in an Audrey Hepburn flick any time I feel like it...

...and that my brother is thirteen...

...and that he's .1 inches taller than me.

I don't know how I feel about being...you know...

...old.

I'm bad at feeling like I'm superior to the underclassmen.

But they're all so...tiny.

Was I that tiny as a freshman?

Or that...stupid?

I guess I don't want to graduate.

I don't want to be a senior.

Everyone else is constantly saying, "I can't wait to get out of here."

Is it wrong that I don't want to leave just yet?

I'm not one for change.

I was upset when I got a new bed a few years ago.

Can you imagine how frightening the prospects of college are to a person like me?

Perhaps I'll feel differently once things are more planned for my future.

Then I'll be excited.

Maybe.

"I'd much rather be a woman than a man. Women can cry, they can wear cute clothes, and they are the first to be rescued off of sinking ships."

{Gilda Radner}

I'm glad to be a woman.

Or close to it.

Almost old enough.

But how nice it is to be able to watch James Dean movies and sigh.

And to love the mind-qualities of Atticus Finch.

And to admire the Situation's guns, for crying out loud.

How nice it is to put on makeup when no one but my family is going to see me.

To put on my navy blue power suit and feel like I can take on the world.

And to admire a sparkly pair of shoes at Neiman Marcus.

And to like Captain America's hair.

And to put on red lipstick.

Just for the heck of it.

Girls can do that.

I love it.