Zebra

I haven't been writing things on the Internet in a while (count it - 20 or so days) but I promise to accomplish my triumphant return ... soon.

The name of the song above is Zebra. It's by a band called Beach House. I once had to write a review of their music and ended up listening to like four hours of them, repeating their discography over and over again. Sounds tend to meld together after awhile, and it suddenly just sounds like a lot of guitar picking and crooning. So, there's that.

Kingston decided to be a jerk and plop a lot of snow from the skies, just when we thought we were rid of Old Man Winter. Unfortunately, this means that I haven't been able to wear The Summer Dress as soon as I'd like. Even more tragic - patio season has been postponed.

I'm staying in this town this summer, and I can't hide how excited I am. It's going to be a summer of rooftop patios, eating charcuterie (yes, I plan my summers around processed foods), and a lot of journalism.

Tomorrow we're embarking on a journey to Toronto to visit a few newsrooms. I can't wait to stare into the abyss and have my future employers maybe stare back at me??

It's Late

For when you're exhausted and all you want to listen to are trumpets and maybe songbirds.

Sunshine and Keeping Time

I like that I can see blue outside of my window again. I'm sitting on the floor of my bedroom, barefoot on my yoga mat (weirdo) after my first attempt at the thing (sport? hobby?) in months. There's one of three large bottles of aloe juice next to me, which isn't the strangest thing to note if you knew me personally.

I finally got my new agenda in the mail. As it turns out, bookstores stop stocking these babies after a certain time in the year. In atypical fashion, I missed that one. In typical fashion, I screwed up writing my quote in one of the front pages.

I'm sure you can see where my writing needed some quick editing. 

I always put some sort of quote I like at the beginning of my agendas. It's really cheesy, and it reminds me of when I used to start every sordid teen journal entry with a song lyric, but still. The last one was about filling your twenties with craziness and trying new things. And that came (sort of) true, so maybe this one will too?

I hope so. It's really just more striking to me that my handwriting hasn't changed in like eons.