Tango

There wasn't music. Music would've ruined it. It was just the splatter of rain, fat, soft droplets. It was just the pounding of my own heart, absolutely bursting.

It wasn't magic. It wasn't fate or destiny or bullshit. I was just the only place I ever wanted to be and never wanted to leave.

It was new and dizzying and too fast and too slow all at once. He makes me so dizzy.

I'm a mess of parts. Clumsy and nervous, equal parts of ridiculousness and old soul. We danced close to the edge, bare feet on wet tile. He caught me every time I started to slip.

Dorm Tour

Promised my brother I'd videoblog some of my college orientation updates. (If you want more vlogging goodness, go back and check out RV Trip!) Anyway. Lotsa awesome stuff. Like, incredible stuff.

Simpsons Poster

Troy McClure is my favorite character, and in the fourth season (Mr. Plow), he mentions "The Erotic Adventures of Hercules." Later in the season (while the kids are at Duff Gardens in Selma's Choice), Homer and Marge actually rent and watch it, and the audience gets to see a clip. Long story short, I used photoshop to design a full sized movie poster for my dorm room.

Meteor Shower

Meteors don't really "fall to Earth." I mean, technically, they aren't the ones moving. We are.

The Perseid shower is just cosmic debris, left over from a comet, frozen in space, overlapping our orbit, just barely. And every August, for 2,000 years, we've hit them. Our massive spinning planet has hurtled into these chunks of metal and mineral and dust, grain sized to dime sized to a full meter wide, getting caught in our atmosphere as we turn overnight to face the sun again.

We're clinging to a massive spaceship, whirling around a flaming ball of gas, occasionally crashing into bits of this and that, and nobody is steering.

If the very concept of life on Earth doesn't thrill you, just look up.

New Purse

So I needed a new purse, and I probably could've found a normal one, and I probably could've hunted a bit in some upscale consignment shops, but then the lovely Sara and I went junk shopping. Enjoy these things.

This is beautiful 

This was probably one of the coolest junk shop finds ever.

Little Red Riding Hood is quality literature.

You can't see the 3D here, but that is indeed little Red.

Gas mask bag from WW2. Isn't it gorgeous? 

Cleaning up some rust.

Basically, I fell in love with the bag, soaked it with some Woolite and cleaned off as much of the rust as I could with baking soda/vinegar. I thought about putting in a new liner, but the pockets are in really good condition, so I think I might leave it as is.

I Thought Summer

I thought summer was for sneaking out late at night and never going to sleep. I thought summer was for lovers throwing rocks at windows and skinny dipping. I thought summer was for something.

But I'm just lonely. And the dog will wake and bark if I sneak down the stairs.