so you want to be an artist, want to be a singer, want to be remembered for what you could create.

oh boy, i've been feeling like jumping up and down all day. the sun came out for a bit, it did and it was gorgeous, and my friends the bluebirds are the prettiest birds i've ever seen, and also the daffodils bloomed today, they really did. i absolutely love it, it's almost spring and i think i love spring more than anything else right now.

i'm just gonna do it all, alright? i'll do all of it, and never let myself get too busy and forget how good it feels to fly a kite.

didn't anybody tell you how to gracefully disappear in a room?

it's not for lack of things to do, but i get so bored sometimes. and restless. and then i start feeling like dancing on rooftops would be a really great idea and boy would i love to see the grand canyon and i wonder if this textbook would burn well and you know i don't think i'd mind being kidnapped if it meant a road trip. (another reason why it's probably a good thing i don't drive.)

if you promise to let it grow.

today i slept until noon again and planted some tulips and got really excited when i saw the bulbs i planted a couple months ago starting to come up and ordered a hammock and rode my bike to the library in the dark and watched harold and maude, with some unfun things in between but they don't really matter. there's this lovely bluejay that comes and keeps me company every once in a while, i've seen him almost every day and he comes for the birdseed i leave out, although there were two of them at once and i don't know which is which but they're pretty, and actually he's a western scrubjay, my sister looked him up in our oregon bird book. when i was younger, like maybe six or sevenish, my brother and i would sit in our parent's bedroom and play our old teaser and the firecat record and morning has broken was our favorite song and we'd play it over and over again and sing along, i remember it really well. i think i'm going to go to bed early for once. after all, i do have class at one. tulips might just be my favorite flowers, but i can't decide.