first of all, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY HEATHER!!" and let it be known that i don't use all caps for anything else than really cool things like LOL, and BRB. just kidding. internet lingo is for losers.

newly rekindled love: super mario brothers 2. come over to 1C anytime, and we will play some hard core s.m.b. 2. we can even make up really sweet names for one another like you do if you play halo. my halo name is BRB. halo. sheesh.

and now, yesterday i learned that alison t was a fan of my blog. so, i hereby title this section of my post "alison and kim". me and alison were best friends in the third grade...back when her last name was something different than taylor and she wasn't pregnant. she was the cool friend that had all the cool stuff....and i was the white trash kid that wanted to use/eat/play with all her stuff. i spent the night with her one time (that i remember) and we watched the movie witches and ate tiny chocolate donuts. it was rainy that day...but that didn't stop me from wanting to play in her playhouse...which i think she had gotten sick of a long time ago...kind of like the kids with trampolines would be. anyways...so we didn't go play in the playhouse, but we did listen to her new tape of michael jackson's black or white........then, alison moved. and we didn't go to school together anymore. our love died. or so we thought. then, many moons later, we meet again...in freshman orientation. i remember thinking that our professor had a crush on her. two weeks later, our class was over, and once again, our love died. or so we thought. years after that, she comes into my life again...starts dating my ex-fiance, jeff...marries him...and reproduces with him. see alison...look at our life. we were meant to be together. it was written in the STARS! (i had to capitalize that to show the emphasis...and when you say stars, you have to throw your hands in the air).........so, i am glad i didn't lose you in third grade alison. i am glad that we got to see each other when we were older...cause i know what we looked like in third grade, and it's a good thing we grew up.

and last...today i am going to play "if i was in paris, what would i do?"....

paris, france. on days like today, the brightness and clarity of the sun should not go unnoticed. i would wake up, throw a zip up sweatshirt on, leave the house, and walk, with my back to the sun, following wherever my shadow takes me. coffee or cider would be bought at a cafe on the corner and nursed the entire time of the walk. the air is crisp but comfortable, and my pace is not quite a mosey, but definately not labored. i would walk until my shadow had lost it's feet, and then i would go back to my loft. i am usually a girl in favor of dark curtains, but days like this bring back memories, and i must welcome them in. curtains are drawn, and the loft is quiet. a soothing quiet. not the quiet that lulls you to sleep, or the quiet that causes you to search anxiously for noise, but an anticipating quiet. i would make a bowl of cereal, and sit with my feet under me on the sofa, the sound of the spoon in the bowl still the only noise around. the sun's warmth is on my back and it's light causes everything in the room to have elongated shadows. i notice because i am paying attention. because i can finally take the time to see it. to hear it.