today was a good day: ran some errands, got some hoodies, washed my car, remembered tegan & sara. hot dogs at dinnertime. all those things are generally pretty good good.
the sun was out for a little bit, and that makes me want to have projects. the sun always did make me forget that it was only 30 degrees outside. i was set on putting on a skirt and taking off my shoes. instead i went to the bank, and to the library. the library fuels the project fire every time. so that is it. here are some projects i want to start this year, in addition to the ones i am already doing:
--cooking, baking, blending different things.
--maybe starting a garden in the spring.
--learning how to sew.
--getting into a daily workout routine.
and that is a lot of projects. of course i would want them when i am heading into a busy semester, because that is how things work. today is the last day off before trax, and paper writing, and professors. realizing that i am actually going back sure does scare me. this semester will be challenging, but i love the idea of spring semester a lot. with fall semester the weather goes from good to gross, and in spring semester it does the opposite. you even get out soon enough to go take pictures of flowers and the grass that is turning green. i sure do like that part of life. today i thought it was spring for sure, and then realized that we aren't even in the middle of january. the air is still dirtier than probably even LA (you can see it when you drive, just hanging around like a fog). inversion, inversion, go away, and don't come back and makeitspring. i'll be here waiting, like i usually am.
on a sidenote: i love putting things in my hair all the time lately. i am always buying clips or barrettes or anything i can stick in it. best of all, those things are cheap, and my hair is the longest it has been in about three years.
"though it won't all go the way that it should,
but i know that the heart of life is good."
-john mayer
that is on my mind.
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