MIMOSAS FOR ONE

Linus: He'll come here because I have the most sincere pumpkin patch and he respects sincerity. Sally Brown: Do you really think he will come? Linus: Tonight the Great Pumpkin will rise out of the pumpkin patch. He flies through the air and brings toys to all the children of the world. Sally Brown: That's a good story. Linus: You don't believe the story of the Great Pumpkin? I thought little girls always believed everything that was told to them. I thought little girls were innocent and trusting. Sally Brown: Welcome to the 20th century!

senior year of high school -fall 1998 ************************************************************************************* last month The first time I went to Ashland, Oregon I was 15. It felt like this grand adventure. my parents were never the types to discourage us from traveling without them. They weren't hesitant in the least to let me get on that bus. what they probably didn't know at the time, was that that trip would change my life. I know, it sounds totally cheesy, but my trips to Ashland (nearly annually since 1996), have been a huge part of my life. Even during the financially lean years in college. my friends and I would somehow make it work. my most constant companion on these trips has been my friend mel, followed in a close second by our friend may. One summer May and I even auditioned to, and were accepted for, The Oregon Shakespeare Festival's Summer Seminar for High School Juniors. We spent an intense two weeks as "semies" learning everything th

things they are a changing. i feel the time has come for me to move past this post-college rhetoric. I am now 5 years out of college, finally stable in a career that love (for the most part), no longer living at home, and attempting to get all my other shit together that would help qualify me to uplevel my life from lowly 20 something beer snob to a woman of class and taste. the kind the enjoys a mimosa brunch. and so I do. these are the mimosa diaries

it's one of her worst faults. she's paranoid and sees things that aren't there. some say it's instinct. she knows better. at the time it feels as though she is so right on. she knew the score. it's the same old story. an eruption. explosion. a total overreaction. then instant regret. it doesn't rear it's ugly head for a few minutes, though. first a private freak out. then a public meltdown. quickly she is over it on the outside, but on the inside it stews and festers---she thinks and rethinks the series of events until her stomach is in knots and her mood is disgusting and dismal. this is a drama her mama would never want her to save. she has to let it go. please help her let it go. she can't change what has already been done. stop (re)acting out, girl. save your face, little girl. it's the only one you have, and it's beautiful. it's strong. it's better than this mess. i'm better than this mess.

---and i'm wrapped up in blankets! I couldn't have picked a better day to arrange for a day off. i just love this weather, and i can't think of a a better way to spend the day-- watching out my windows as the first storm of the season comes out to play! possible daily activities: 1) reorganization of closets including throwing away of shoes, and disposal of clothes to goodwill 2) watching of current netflix holding " the diving bell and the butterfly " 3) baking a loaf of beerbread 4) finally listening to and in turn reviewing a few albums i've had in my possession from kfjc for far too long. I have a feeling though, it will involve way more of watching things on youtube. like this: