hearts and flowers

You're a hopeless romantic. You fall in love easily and quickly, and often have your heart broken. You like romantic movies, books, and you're always trying to think of some way to wow your honey. People call you sentimental or idealistic, and sometimes they even make some comment about they might vomit if they have to listen to go on and on any more. Phew. Some day, though, you will make someone very happy.

Be cool! Take the What Do You Want Out Of Life? Quiz

Okay. You know how, in Peanuts, Sally follows Linus around like a puppy dog, with a big silly grin and cartoon hearts coming out of her head? I've had the not-so-pleasant realization that that is me. And I can't stop it! It's like a disease.

More substantial thoughts coming later. I just had to share that for some reason. :)

hearts and flowers

You're a hopeless romantic. You fall in love easily and quickly, and often have your heart broken. You like romantic movies, books, and you're always trying to think of some way to wow your honey. People call you sentimental or idealistic, and sometimes they even make some comment about they might vomit if they have to listen to go on and on any more. Phew. Some day, though, you will make someone very happy.

Be cool! Take the What Do You Want Out Of Life? Quiz

Okay. You know how, in Peanuts, Sally follows Linus around like a puppy dog, with a big silly grin and cartoon hearts coming out of her head? I've had the not-so-pleasant realization that that is me. And I can't stop it! It's like a disease.

More substantial thoughts coming later. I just had to share that for some reason. :)

hurry up and get here

When I was three, my grandmother (who is an artist) took a photography class, and I was her subject. We have about fifty art-y black and white shots of me doing different things; reading, painting, running in the park, playing at the beach. When I moved out a few months ago, my mother gave me the stack and told me to take a few for my new place. My two favorites are now hanging up in my bedroom.

In one of them, my back is to the camera. I have curly ponytails, and some sort of sand toy in my hand, and I am looking out to sea in a reflective sort of way. (I wonder what I was thinking about- probably Big Bird or something.)

Last week, I caught myself standing in the exact same position, facing the gulf, with a shell in the same hand. Suddenly I understood why I like that picture so much. It's a reflection of my life. I'm still just a little girl looking out to sea.

hurry up and get here

When I was three, my grandmother (who is an artist) took a photography class, and I was her subject. We have about fifty art-y black and white shots of me doing different things; reading, painting, running in the park, playing at the beach. When I moved out a few months ago, my mother gave me the stack and told me to take a few for my new place. My two favorites are now hanging up in my bedroom.

In one of them, my back is to the camera. I have curly ponytails, and some sort of sand toy in my hand, and I am looking out to sea in a reflective sort of way. (I wonder what I was thinking about- probably Big Bird or something.)

Last week, I caught myself standing in the exact same position, facing the gulf, with a shell in the same hand. Suddenly I understood why I like that picture so much. It's a reflection of my life. I'm still just a little girl looking out to sea.