I'm listening to "Hey Soul Sister" by Train, and thinking of warm beaches, wind in my hair, and the way boys smell.
I love that smell.
Soon I will be in the arms of angels. I will see my family.
I have chips and salsa,
I hear a lovely desert rain,
I have a that smile I can't erase,
I have chocolate in my tummy, and
a loving Heavenly Father who told me yesterday that He loves me, is proud of me, and to hang in there...it's gonna be more awesome than even I can imagine (and I can imagine a lot...).
ALSO, I got my Take That cd. FInallY.
Many things make me happy. I love happy.
I reached a conclusion about art and music. Maybe it's too fluid. I'm working on it. Essentially, I think that if it speaks to you, then sure... it's art. It's hard to define something that is an emotional connection. That's what makes art interesting. I am actually fond of Jackson Pollacks. Even though he just threw paint at a canvas.
I've seen reproductions, and I've seen other people do what he did. Very few of them speak to me.
I like dandelions, country music, and the golden mean. I like talks by Holland, polka dots, and a thick sauce.
just sayin'.
