At their old house my Grandpa had little storage drawers in the garage labeled “crap,” “more crap,” and “assorted crap.”
That is sort of like this entry.
The other night I was dozing off in the living room and in the bizarre stage between waking and sleep I slipped into a semi-lucid dream that involved cartoon bats flapping all over the place with these huge soft pink ears.
I was so thrilled with my muddled hallucination, I purposefully woke myself up to tell the others in the room about it.
I bought a hideous, yet oddly wonderful wall-hanging at DI yesterday. I found it hiding out in the “yard” section of the store, utterly out of place. From the second I laid eyes on it I knew I needed it more completely than I have ever needed something so utterly needless. It is hard to describe.
It is this sort of three-dimensional tree made of yarn and wire and frayed string pieces.
Jessica thought it looked like a bunch of colorful hair ripped out of a clown doll’s head and glued to tree branches.
Becca and I thought it looked awesome.
It reminds me of Danielson and the 9-fruit tree.
Sometimes I think that animal collective captures the very essence of romance in their lyrics:
fruity nuts and good grains
I want to walk around with you (just you)
Sometimes I think of love as the chance to start my own empire.
Sometimes I fear that true love will always be accompanied with small doses of apathy. Like “who cares if the world still sucks as long as I can make my world, with you, beautiful.”
Or, you know, maybe love is just wanting to walk around with someone. I wouldn’t know.
The lifecycle of a dandelion is tragically short. I feel like it was only a few weeks ago that they sprouted up in just about every field and yard in Provo and now I can already see their fluffy white heads ready to blow away…