("and then we sang! and then we sang!")
i'm elise. i like sweaters and smiles from strangers and i dream about the sea.
I’ve been thinking about my talents this week and what i’ve come up with is that i am very good at napping and very good at loving things.
I’m not sure what kind of person that makes me.
If the apathy cancels out the love.
and i guess i realized that i need to learn how to love things in a way that dosent make me hate myself.
A conversation had with a four year old boy at the preschool where i work
- me: why are you lying on the floor? are you sleepy?
- him: I AM A DEAD HORSE
- me: oh no! did you have a bad day?
- him: DID YOU HAVE A BAD CHICKEN?
- me: why dont you get up and we can find you some work to do
- him: WHEN MY SEA MONKEYS GROW UP IM GOING TO MAKE THEM CRAWL ALL OVER YOUR FACE
I wonder why i keep putting so much faith in words when they are never really enough.
prayers and books and songs
human conversations that don’t communicate anything other than this weird, desperate need to not be alone.
i get so flustered and upset being around other people but the air seems so stale and sad when i’m alone for too long.
i just sent away my application to study abroad in Iceland.
fingers permanently crossed.
today i started my internship at a preschool. at the end of the day a little girl ran out and shouted “mommy, there was a girl in my class with long golden hair like rapunzle!”
it was a good day.
- i miss my bangs today
- i just got back from a trip to DC which involved listening to a lot of Radical Face and learning a lot about Stephen Fry (reading the Fry chronicles)
- i’ve stocked up on apples and tea and with the hunger games trilogy on my bedside and my kitty on my lap i am ready to relax into a quiet weekend
