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kristian matsson is the perfect combination of clean cut classy dude & earthy folk fella.

his music, excellent bone structure, mustache & hair have no biasing effect on my opinion.

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in my advanced writing & reading 201 class, we were assigned groups in which we had to collaboratively write a critique essay.  my group chose to critique henry david thoreau's "where i lived & what i lived for".  we split it up into five sections.  i was in charge of critiquing thoreau's language use.

check it.

yeah, that's right. (my section of the paper) solid work!
&

 that's how i do.

in a time when i'm swamped with homework, barely keeping my head above water,

there is no better feeling than seeing this on an important assignment.

the sun is shining

yesterday i had a really good day.  whatever i was doing, no matter how plain of an activity, i felt content.  i love feeling content.  here's a list of good things that happened yesterday.

• i ran some errands, getting minor things done that i've needed to do for a long time.
•  i went for a walk around town, in the best kind of weather; light jacket weather.
• while i was walking, a man driving a school bus honked & waved at me.  so friendly, & so strange, it kept my mind occupied for a good two hours wondering who it might have been.
• i did some research on evolution in the library--the first time i've ever utilized the mckay library, so i was proud of my success.
• i got a check cashed that i'd been meaning to cash, but because of a silly fear of having the bank reject helping me (because i'm not a member), i hesitated... for a year.
• i was happy the whole time i ran my 3.5 miles!
• i made my running schedule (for the marathon) on a spreadsheet & it looked so nice & professional once it was finished.
• i defended michelle off the bachelor to my roommates, making me feel like a better person than i was the day before yesterday.
• i realized i had my homework done for the next week in my family foundations class.
• i didn't feel myself giving a dirty look to a cute couple i saw on campus.
• without any outside influence, i found a reason within myself to smile & chuckle to myself while in public, on campus.
• my roommate told me she thinks of me as an "ingrid michaelson" type of a singer.
• it was a special day for me & my friend leah.
• i caught myself feeling really smart reading out of the huge encyclopedia of human biology.
• i went to bed & had no trouble falling peacefully asleep.

it was a good day.

"i'd tell you i love you, but i'm thinking of a better way to say it." - timothy mcsweeney

for those of you who don't know me-- ah, who am i kidding?  anyone reading this knows me.

ok, so, for those of you who didn't know this about me:

i fall in love with people's writing.

sometimes, when i read a line i just think, "wow." & then i feel a combination of jealousy, awe & attraction towards the person who wrote that line.  ok, not always do i feel attracted to them, but seriously... when that guy wants to make me his own one day, he's gotta make my knees go weak through his sentence structure & word choice.

so i've been reading in crime & punishment all day, & just barely i ran across the line

"the black snake of wounded self-esteem had preyed on his heart all night."

& boy, did my knees start a-knockin' in awe.

dostoevsky's ability to convey such an awesome & terrible power with his words stuns me.

i just had to share it with you.

a tribute to my still existing childhood dreams

ever since i was a little girl, i dreamed of being a musician.

when deciding what instrument skill would best help me achieve this dream, i remember telling my dad, "nobody plays the piano in rock bands."

how wrong i was.

as i try to keep up on my past knowledge of the keyboard, i am simultaneously accepting the fact that my voice is not what it used to be, & also trying to pick up the guitar.
i still dream of being a musician.

if i ever make my dream come true, i'd have these folks/songs to thank for inspiration.