Saturday night scream-fest

everything was calm...

...and then they all started yelling.

Friends Thanksgiving

I don't really have an explanation for any of this.

Rich is wearing my wedges.

he suddenly understands why I like wearing big heels.

hostess

Oh, Tony.

Sarah got the itis and took a nap amongst us all.

desserts??

Sarah got iced.

(My camera, though wonderful, does not have a flash and was having a very hard time with the lighting at jen and liz's apartment. The result, slightly blurry, really yellow photos. Until I get a flash I can deal.)

Page France

I had forgotten about Page France for a while until I came across "Chariot" in my itunes the other day. Previously I had written it off as something I didnt want to listen to as an association with someone I wanted to ignore and forget. I downloaded the album "hello, dear wind" this evening, and can't stop listening to it since. It feels strangely familiar which is comforting in an indescribable way. The music and lyrics evoke the nostalgia within me, awakening feelings I haven't felt in a good long while. These feelings are sort of unwelcome in the way that I need to look forward and stop dwelling on the past. Focusing on my future is something that I think will bring true happiness.

Regardless, I will continue to listen to this album and may listen to the others the band has put out. The music is lovely, as are the lyrics and I always welcome beauty into my life.

Trish is really tall in those shoes...

Circus

I've been watching the series "Circus" on PBS. It reminds me of my days at summer camp and how serious our studies actually were, but it really makes me think of what it would be like ot be a circus performer. While away this summer, I read Water for Elephants and I can't help but think this series came about because of the book's success.

Regardless, it makes me wish I had worked on my flexibility and ran away with the circus 10 years ago. I could be flying on a trapeze or spinning aroung in circles on a spanish web or being tossed around with muscley men.

Obviously the book touches on the dark sides of being a part of a circus, but the performance still draws me in. I have not been one to act or improv or anything of that sort, but I seemlessly preformed every year at camp at my perfeced circus acts knowing sure well I was the best.

I miss the days of acrobatics and performance of seemingly hilarious and superfluous acts and the tears it drew to my eyes when I knew it would be no more when I was at home in school.

"Circus" is a series I'm really interested in, but I think following the show would make me regretful of running away to a life of travel and acrobatics. Perhaps I should stay away.

please?

When will I find someone who is willing to hire me?

I gave two homeless people money today, said bless you to a complete stranger when they sneezed and let a family exit the train before I did. I'm hoping the universe recognizes my good deeds and sends me good news this week.

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