Boxes and Bags.

Tonight Will and I went to Benihana for dinner. We were seated with an older, European couple. The best part was that they were wearing the same argyle sweaters, except that hers was pink and black while his was red and blue. I asked Will if we could wear coordinating outfits when we get older and he was keen on the idea.
Later in the evening, the waitress asked the woman at our table if she wanted a box for her food. She declined, saying, "He will eat this." After the waitress left and her husband began reaching for her remaining tuna steak, she motioned toward him and said, "I don't need a box. He is my box."
I also understand the benefits of having a "box" in your life. I don't think it's too forward to refer to one's male companion as a box; after all....how many years have women been referred to as "bags"??
Boxes are very handy objects. They store things, are sturdy, and are stacked nicely (ha!); you and your box can wear matching sweaters. Your box will always be there for you, to finish your leftovers or finish your sentences, to hold your purse or hold your heart.
As said by J.R.R. Tolkien: "A box without hinges, key, or lid, yet golden treasure inside is hid."
Thanks for being my box, Willow.

When we collided

Your sweet moving
The smell of you in every single dream I dream
I knew when we collided you're the one I have decided
Who's one of my kind
So gangster, I'm so thug
You're the only one I'm dreaming of
You see I can be myself now finally
In fact there's nothing I can't be
I want the world to see you'll be with me

True Love.

"Jana & Billy"
http://irisandlight.com/
This makes me cry.

Snakes and snails and puppy-dog tails...

I was at the park earlier this week with Charlese. A little boy (about age 4) and his dad were there too, playing on the other side of the playground. Randomly, the little dude ran up to me and said:

"GUESS WHAT?? Did you know John Lennon and George Harris are dead? Yeah. I'm going to be one of The Beatles when I grow up."

And then he ran away. PRECIOUS. Little boys are ridiculously cute that way, they can unknowingly melt hearts. For a brief interlude, they become boarish teenagers...but eventually they get old enough to make a comeback. That's what so appealing about them when they grow up, I think. They manage to maintain their little boy innocence (aka they act like babies sometimes, but they're funny and adorable), they just wear big boy pants now.

GRAD??

Yesterday I got an email from the U's graduation department, confirming that after I've completed my in-progress classes I will have finished my degrees and be a university graduate. Wow. Until I opened that one little email, it hadn't completely sunk that I am in the last chapter of my U of U story. Where do I go from here? In continuing my analogy, selecting which grad schools to apply to is a lot like judging books by their covers. PRICEY BOOKS. I am still trying to overcome the sticker shock of what grad school is going to cost, no matter where I go.
NYU
Bard College
Boston U
Clark U
George Washington U
Oregon State U
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I am confident that this is my final list. The early decision application deadlines are January 15-February 1 depending on the school; at this point, I'd be happy getting into any of them. When the time comes, I hope I'll be able to make the right decision about the next publication in my life anthology.

21st Birthday!

Will took me out to an amazing restaurant (flowers and wine awaiting us at our table!) and turned a frustrating day around to give me the best birthday yet!


My first drink! They made a big deal out of checking my i.d.

All Three :)

I’m happy to report that I’m…well, happy! :) Practically giddy.:) Look at me; I’m affixing smiley faces all over this blog post.
During the final days of my mental slump last weekend, my mom astutely noted, “You’re not motivated because you’re not happy; but everything will start coming together this week.” Most people hate to admit when their mother is correct, but I’m not one of those people (because my mom usually is correct, and in this instance she was dead on).
Summer classes finished, with honorable grades? Check.
Exciting new (and final!) semester about to start? Check.
Best friend in the whole world back from a 7-week trip that took her around the world? Check.
Moving in with said best friend for remainder of summer? Double check.
A handsome, wonderful boyfriend in the process of a monstrous, long-haul drive back to Salt Lake (and more importantly, to me)? Check!!!!!!!!!
Allan Chalmers said, "The Grand essentials of happiness are: something to do, something to love, and something to hope for."
And I've got all three.