Painting Away

Today I'm painting my new room. The walls will be a pretty orangy color.
There will be turquoise and purple accents and hopefully some peace.
These are my inspiration. Wish me luck!

Ten Things

That Make Me Happy:

1. Thrifting

2. Coffee with a friend

3. A really clean kitchen

4. A good book

5. Dancing

6. Apple picking

7. A long drive on a cool sunny day

8. A glass of champagne with my mom

9. Volunteering with animals

10. Little Poland on Second street

I've got to remember the things that make me happy and remember to do them for myself. What is life if not about making yourself happy? What can you do for the world if you aren't first satisfied with yourself?

Being a Grown Up

I have not been sleeping. Between the stress of finding a roommate, my kitten obsessively seeking love and my pooch who's slowly getting sicker waking me up earlier and earlier I'm beginning to resemble the living dead. And not the shiny pretty kind in the movies. I dream of a room like this, dark, warm, cave like and surrounded by the soothing sent of old books. Enough that I could escape into other worlds every night.

I've been dreaming about my ex(not the most recent one either) a lot, again. Not even my subconscious is safe any more. It seems as soon as I close my eyes I'm warm and wrapped up in the familiar tattooed arms I fell in love with when I was 18. Things seemed so pure back then, so innocent and I was so naive. Now it seems every turn I make takes me one step further back.

Not to be dramatic, but there has been a serious amount of stuff going wrong lately. Not all big stuff, but little stuff like my power getting shutoff by a wayward electrician. And some stuff bigger, like my wallet being stolen this weekend. And as I sink deeper and deeper into the pit of slackerdom with school I get more and more anxious. I know I know, just do the work, and it seems like it should be that easy even to me. But when I sit down to write that paper or do that project I cannot seem to conjure up the motivation required. The truth of the matter is that in light of the possibility that I may not have a home at the end of the month, tonights history homework just seems less important.

In short, I want to escape, as I always have in times of trouble. I want to wrap myself in a blanket, shut the door and pretend there isn't a world outside. Sadly, this is not an option for "grownups" and while I can honestly say I don't feel much like one, it's looking more and more every day like that's what I've become. I'm tired of hearing how mature I am for my age, tired of the expectations and responsibilities that comes with. I don't want to be mature for my age, I don't feel very mature when at the moment my biggest impulse and the one I am just barely fighting is to get on the floor, curl up in a ball and cry, or maybe throw a good tantrum.

Never Give Up

So all I really want to do is crawl in bed and sleep and eat leftover Chinese food. But I refuse to allow myself to just give up. I never give up. So, with a renewed sense of purpose and a kicky new craigslist add it's back to the roommate hunt I go. Hopefully I will have some luck. My roommate/apartment searches have always been stressful but I've always had amazing luck at the very last minute so hopefully that will happen again. Also, I'm heading back to Halsey Kingdom for the weekend for a house art opening/party. There shall be art, drinks and a band in my roommates room. Yeh, I think we're weird too. Hopefully that will take my mind off of all this stress. Also, you must listen to the new Jay-Z album. I don't listen to rap, but trust me, this is good.

What I'm Listening To:

Empire State of Mind- Jay-Z

I Need To...

Stop moping and get over it.

Mirror Mirror On The Wall...

There is no real reason for this post other than I happen to think that this collection of mirrors looks lovely. I love the subtle colors and the layering of objects. I also love the array of polariods you can see in the mirror.

Good Juju

I need a little luck. I still haven't found roommates, frankly, I haven't even come close. I've got October to look but I'm getting nervous. This is a picture taken by my very talented old roommate of my many lucky charm style necklaces. I hadn't realized quite how many charms I had until she suggested this picture. I've got a locket, a bow given to me when I was 5, a cross from my nana that I've never worn but should I have to ward off vampire will come in very handy, a clada from my aunt, an icon of the Egyptian goddess Bastet, a crystal and my name. Yep, that's my full name kids. Do you believe in good or bad luck? How can I get some good juju?