Saturday, June 30, 2012

Fun in the (Presence of) Sun

Being in a movie is fun. Rehearsal is fun. Taking an online History of Women in Sports class is fun. Work is fun. Art is fun. Life is...

Wait for it.

I've been keeping myself busy. I've quickly learned that Summer is not the time to overload yourself with activities--extracurricular and the like; although, I hear those same words come out of my mouth every year at this time, and they fail to sink in. "Summer is for vacationing. Summer is for fun." Fun, for everyone's favorite Lonely Bookman, is welcoming the chaos of multiple projects. My mind works better when it's rolling around in four-to-five schools of thought. It keeps things active, fresh. Plus, imagine complaining to friends that you're too popular and sought after? Right, right. I get it. No such thing.

I haven't found anything incredibly interesting lately. Lots of grocery lists, lots of blank paper. I have been overrun with books that are falling apart, which equals ideas for book-related, art projects. I am a sucker for an easily manipulated picture.


Maybe they called him 'Silent Cal' because he had trouble with our language?

This summer, posting will be sporadic. I'll be tending to the aforementioned whilst trying desperately to reconnect with old friends. My hope is that by the end of August you and I will both have incredible stories to tell and finished projects we can talk about/enjoy for the remainder of 2012. So go to the beach, read a ton of books, paint a picture, adopt a pet, join a club, take up a sport, check out a couple concerts, relax...

Just have fun. However you define it.

Friday, June 29, 2012

Summer Vacation


         "Uh, nothing much. Just hung out with some of my friends."

Thursday, June 28, 2012

A 140 Character, New World


"...and when she was all, like, 'Hey, no! No need to worry. I'm just 'tweeting' with some friends.' I let it go, by Crom, I let it go. And why? Because she was my Bilberry, that's why. Then one day this little bluebird shows up with a letter in its beak that reads: 'Leif im sry but um br8king up wit U.' Can you believe that? I think I'd find the technology more incredible if my ass didn't just get dumped."