Little Onion Boy

The best part about being done with finals is that I don't have to study for marketing anymore. That, and NOBODY is here. Ergo, my internet works much faster, the parking spots are better, the refrigerator is cleaner, and the silence of it all is deafening.

Adam Duritz's voice from The Counting Crows reminds me of summer.
Vis-A-Vis markers remind me of kindergarten.
Herbal Essences orange hairspray reminds me of the wedding.
And the smell of Mod Podge is absolutely delightful.

Since I know all of you are wondering, here are 10 simple plans (Ugh- remember the band Simple Plan? Barf.) for next week:

1. Sew some things. I just ordered 4 patterns online that should be arriving in the next few days. Heck. Yes.
2. Cook some things.
3. Become an aunt/obtain a nephew.
4. Write back a friend via snail mail.
5. Watch 500 Days of Summer and fall in love all over again.
6. Miss someone.
7. Study some GMAT.
8. Catch up on some Parks and Rec.
9. My spring collection photo shoot!
10. Bask.

One of my favorite things to do in the summer is to come home from church, change into my bathing suit, and spend the rest of the morning floating on an inflatable alligator in the pool, listening to the birds sing, and smelling the combination of sunscreen, chlorine, and freshly cut grass.

The other day I was thinking that if given the choice between being a cowboy or being an Indian, I honestly don't know which one I would choose. The cowboys are so delightfully wild-west with the leather, guns, saloons, horses, hats, chaps, whiskey, card-playing, and mustaches. But then the Indians are so violently quaint with their wigwams, smoke traditions, poetic diction, homemade weapons, face paint, and the ubiquitous way that they put feathers in the their hair. I really can't decide.
It's not an easy choice like it is between ninjas and pirates.
I mean- come on.
Pirates all the way.

I should've been a cowboy, but on the other hand, you have different fingers. Think about it.

I wonder when exactly I stopped liking Chinese food.

I started packing today, but it turned into a fashion show. I am one of the most distracting people I've ever met. So I didn't get a lot accomplished, but I still have a couple of days to get it done.

My dad doesn't use his index fingers when he types. It kind of drives me crazy.

I was trying to find the little church in Fort Valley where I want to get married, but since Google Maps was being extremely deceitful, I tried Google Earth and the peach orchards look crazy awesome from an aerial view. Anyway, I found the church. I think it's called Saint John's Baptist, and it's where like 3 humongous fields meet. It's kind of creepy how you can see the crop circles, too. I can't say why I like the church so much. I have no connection to it whatsoever, but I like the way it looks and how it's in the middle of nowhere. It looks like it's been there forever, and it's probably not even in operation anymore.
But I like it.

I haven't flossed in a few days. I should probably get around to doing that.

Here are some awesome songs to which I listen, and you should, too!
1. Two Atoms of a Molecule; Noah and the Whale
2. Welcome Home; Radical Face
3. More Than Life; Whitley
4. New Hampshire; Matt Pond PA
5. Roll Away Your Stone; Mumford and Sons

I really, really like my taste in music.
Haha- I guess that's why it's mine.
I also like the taste of ice cream. The other night, I was trying to think of a flavor of ice cream that I really don't like, and I couldn't think of one. Ice cream is just a win-win situation all around.

So how about I woke up this morning, and I was like, "I really hope a new J. Crew catalog came for me. One came in November, and one in February, so it's about time for a new one. I never order anything from there, but I like to look."
It was the most random morning thought ever.

And for those of you who haven't seen my latest Facebook quote:

Mike: So what are your preferences on pillows?
Me: I have a down pillow.
Mike: Egggghhhhhhhhhh
Me: Why don’t you like down pillows?
Mike: Cuz the feathers are all pokey.
Me: Yeah, it’s a downer.

And here's a random picture to attract/deter customers:














I guess I'll go back to packing/playing dress up.

Of course you would like 2% milk,
T.T.