dear someone,

i just want to watch old movies with you, and cook while listening to big band and go to pixie falls and just sit there. i want to love you and know that you love me back. i want to stay in bed even after we've woken up and make banana pancakes to jack johnson songs and not care if it's cliche. i want you to trace my tattoo and tell me that i'm beautiful.

today is my birthday! and i didn't tell anyone :)

i saw monks chant tonight. it was beautiful. people filled the cathedral and were laying down in every nook and cranny. as we lay there, looking up at the titanic chandeliers looming above us, i wished they could have used candles instead of good old reliable electricity. i got chills as their eerie voices wove in and out of harmony to dissonance to chords that just made sense. it made everything else just stop.

so this is me

so this is me. i've never had a blog before. there's something oddly intriguing about having something secret that no one knows about. i could write anything and no one would know i was the one writing. but you always feel like maybe someone you know is out there reading it and figures out it's you. like some cheesy movie plot involving some blond skinny chick and a hollywood hottie. and then they reconnect, go through some conflict or another which keeps them apart. but they are always reunited. always.