On Some People I Know

I've been going to parties, shindigs, get-togethers, and celebrations lately. A lot of them. I love this because I get to get gussied up, one of my favorite things! But also I love it because I am reminded of how much love there is in my life. I get so hectic and crazy running around and doing my thing, that sometimes I get really lonely because it seems like no one is there. But with this holiday break I have slowed down enough to see the smiling faces in my life. There are so many of them, in fact, that even on vacation I am still hectic, crazy, and running around, but this is much less frenzied and much more fun.


Thank you to: My whole crazy fam., Sus & her fam., Lina-loo & the O'H clan, Denis & RJG., DSS, GSSW, Kelly & co., Kevin & Amy, Jess & Rob, Mel & Jim, Abigail, Seth, Andi, Kevin, et cetera, et cetera, and if I forgot you be assured that it was a momentary lapse and if you point it out I will add you to the list but regardless of whether your name is mentioned I'm having so much fun these days enjoying your company and your insight and you stories and your wit and your music and your liquor and your food and your laughter and, oh!, your mere existance is making me happy!


I'm headed up north for a few days to enjoy the icy river and the snowy mountains. It's going to be the relaxed part of this break, I hope. No rushing around to events, no cleaning or organizing, no high heels and manicures. My aunts are both there and we're going to make art and drink good wine with our slippers on. It's bound to be blissful.


Will I be back for New Years? Maybe, maybe not. I have no plans. You are welcome to make propositions, but I'm making no promises yet.

this is neat:

http://www.art-dept.com/artists/rankin/portfolio/specialprojects/eyescapes/portfolio.html?source=20i

3.8, Not Bad

It was HBSE that killed me.

Dear Graduate School,

It's been a crazy few months! It was fun in the begining, but after awhile our relationship just felt like work. I can't do it anymore, I need a break. I know that's hard to hear, but you can't be my everything! You ask for so much and you don't give me a lot of time for everything else.

Don't freak out, okay? I'm not saying forever, I just need a some time and space.

I think I'll be ready to welcome you into my life again after the holidays. Let's plan on getting in touch in January... until then, please don't call.

Still yours, I promise,
Molly

On the pits.

The real problem with being an adult is that you have to spend a lot of energy pretending to feel something other than what you really feel.

It's called modulating your emotions, and I suppose it's useful. But also it's the pits.