sweet slippery feelings

Oh, glorious weekend! Friday, Saturday, Sunday was a lovely beauty of a break. it felt like spring break. It felt like the beach.

Friday afternoon I left school and instead of running or playing outside I took a sudo-nap in the sunshine on the west end of the house with NPR trned on to a low murmuring and my dad hacking away out the pine trees that obscure our view of the now back sunsets. I talked to Todd and ran away to work where I resisted the urge to eat cake and hummed along to the all too familiar covers of Worm and Tater and the other guy...that plays, and is really friendly. There was an iced chai as tall as a baby and I drank it all! And slipped...hours and hours later after resurrecting my room into some semblence that it has not felt sent, forever ago... the drifted off into a restless sleep full of nothingness only to wake up early.

And I drove to Charlottesville! Where there were so many people and bebes and perros and couples with sweet gifts of mustaches and vinyl and hippie jackets, which I now have, thank you Anthony. There was righting to the world. Everything is set straight. There was also waffles at midnight and John Mayer hate-a-thons and bagels and beautiful harmonica music and not finding Kid Cudi shirts and dresses and schleming under cherry trees. Everything that makes me happy.

And Sunday I made a lime chiffon cake. Tell me that doesn't sound amazing? The preview for the new Harry Potter movie was on and I sat cross-legged on the couch eating my iced masterpiece. In proud defiance of any homework that school assigned me. I sat there sorting through pictures, wondering how I could take more.... I want more pictures.