spin me around again and rub my eyes

Just hang me out to dry and leave me there for a while.

I'll come back sun-bleached, bright, and smelling like fresh linen.

Just give me a minute and make sure it doesn't rain.

you gotta get that dirt off your shoulders

It can be hard, but sometimes you just have to pick your head up and keep moving.

there's a place and time for everything, i know - don't ask

Sometimes things are strangely broken or just plain wrong. This is the way things work. This is how it's meant to be. They'll get fixed or respelled eventually.

say what you will - i don't care. i couldn't resist it.

Desperate times call for desperate measures. As finals grow ever nearer, it has become necessary for me to photograph myself in varying states of sleeplessness, stress, disarray, and confusion in order to keep a visual record of why I should keep up in my homework instead of procrastinating.

Obviously this has failed and instead has led me to waste more time by sharing some special favorites of me looking like a crazy person here. I admit to being about 74.3% insane. Here is some photographic evidence.

No commentary necessary.

Apparently rocking the side-pony and a beater. I was probably either wearing no pants or jorts. Seeing how this is in the dorm, probably no pants.

Second occurrence of the side-pony. This time you can also see my boyfriend, the body pillow.

Raspberry beret. Red Bull Cola. Nothing good can come of this combo.

The day after Mifflin. Accomplished nothing, wore a headband.

Me right now. This is wonderment over why I would choose to spend time making this post when I have 12 pages to write.

i only wanted to see you laughing in the purple rain

Almost completely surefire way to improve a dreary and rainy morning:

1. Choose either jean cut-offs or purple pants.

2. Put on rain boots and an anorak.

3. Jump in large puddles.

4. Run.

5. Crawl around on rocks in a lake.

6. Do generally hoodrat stuff with your friends.

7. Dry off.

8. Repeat.

'cause i'm walking in new shoes now

In real life, I do not like feet at all.

They are kind of gross and in general tend to creep me out. This probably also has something to do with the fact that my own feet are ugly as sin and are the least appealing feet ever ever.

But for some reason, I have lots of pictures of feet on my camera, taken both by me and by other people.

Feet in shoes.

Bare ocean feet.

Feet in Keds.

Ripped Chucks feet.

Kicking feet.

Guatamalan slipper feet.

Feet with rainbow socks.

Party feet.

After that little Dr. Seuss fun, the word feet no longer holds any meaning to me.

In other news:

It was Easter. We went to the Easter Vigil up north, and I almost slapped the girl in front of us. Not a very Easter-Christian sentiment, but seriously, most obnoxious and ill-behaved kid I have ever seen at church. And she had to have been about ten. Come on.

Easter morning, back in Allouez, my grandpa ate a seashell because he thought it was a candy. That caused a serious ruckus. It was also highly entertaining. And weird. And kind of sad.

If you got this far, wow. You made it through a huge amount of bad pictures of feet plus Easter whining. I'm seriously impressed with you.

Triple word score if you clicked that link.

a craze you'd endorse

The Tallest Man on Earth was fantastic last night - dynamic, engaging, appreciative of the audience. He played a bunch of new songs, and they really lived up to the music from "Shallow Grave." I'm really looking forward to a new release from him.

In other news, the weather is April Fooling to the max. Left for work in flurries and dismal skies this morning, came out of my last class to almost 50 and sunny.

I can handle the gray and dreary under certain circumstances. For instance, when I was in England with my family two years ago, we barely saw a sliver of sun, but it was wonderful nonetheless. (Side story, I was also epically sick the whole time, not so wonderful.)



I guess it was sunny in Windsor. I must not have noticed due to jet lag.




Also sunny our first morning in London, apparently. I'm sure I have pictures that back my "not sunny, still awesome" theory.



Not sunny, still awesome, twice. Two points. St. Margaret's might be one of the prettiest parts of Westminster.



Kensington: cloudy, gorgeous.




The fact that Oxford - as pictured above (Sheldonian Theatre, Christchurch, the moat around Christchurch) - worked within my theory increased my love for it even more, I did not realize that was possible.

In my epic dream future (you don't want to know), I will live in Oxford for a while.

Also in my epic dream future, someone will apply this song to me - in particular the cover I just linked you to.