i got a letter from my mom today and inside the card itself she shoved 2 different reviews of Frank, something about The Hobbit and a bookmark with a picture of Jesus hugging a lamb and Psalm 23 on the back

oh my god i love my mom

Also random stories but Brooke ( generationwhyme ) and I went to goodwill yesterday and I got this long-sleeved turtleneck black dress (she called it a “beatnik dress”) and i can’t wait to wear it this fall

but i’m trying to figure out how to accessorize it and make it halloween-appropriate but I might be able to pull off something Mad Men related

or if my hair is pink by then she suggested I add the most hipster accessories + goggles and go as ramona flowers

so ye

also shit i need to get straight doesn’t just include me doing stuff i was putting off

it’s saying stuff i’ve been putting off saying even if i’m not sure if i should say it or i’m afraid of the consequences. like big things that need to be said once but also little things like not being afraid to tell someone when they’re upsetting me  or when i disagree with them about something little and inconsequential

the people who love me won’t suddenly not love me anymore just because i say that i disagree with them once, they won’t love me less because i say one thing they might not want to hear and I’ve literally been living in fear of that my entire life and it’s the one major thing i need to learn 

i just wrote such an overdue message to one of my favorite professors to address something that i really dropped the ball on and which i regret dropping the ball on

and i don’t even believe how much better i feel already

procrastinating sucks and it’s probably made more people than my writing professor really disappointed in me, and i’m trying to start correcting it because this weekend i’ve been thinking about it a lot and hating myself and hating the way i steal my own peace of mind by putting everything off until even the tiniest thing seems like such an effort

i’m not that lazy and i’m not going to act that way anymore

so there

There was this really cute girl at work tonight training for the other store

And she had these really blue eyes, like literally limpid tears

And when I left just now she had to come lock the door behind me and she was like “go home and enjoy your Mad Men, the fourth season is really good!”

And I just word vomited out “You have really nice eyes! Like, crazy blue!”

And then I peaced out so fast

OTL why does she not work in our store

Woah, a massive thunderstorm just started. Crazy bright lightning, too.

I like storms, but I hope it’s not gonna be raining when I have to move all my shit out of the building in a few hours.

So I went to St. John the Divine tonight to hear the reading of the cantos from Dante’s Inferno. It was so beautifully dark in there except at the altar which was lit perfectly. So eerie.

Though I have to say, before tonight, never had I thought i’d hear the words “ass trumpet” spoken from a church altar.

Now I’m debating going to the diner. Somebody decide for me.

things I’ve recently developed unexpected obsessions with:

  • shipping fred^2 for serious
  • mads mikkelsen’s back
  • ambient electronic music
  • snail mouths

I read and recorded sounds for a short passage of my favorite childhood book for my sound image class, and yesterday my professor said she likes the way I read so much that she wanted me to come with her tomorrow to the school where she reads to third graders, and read a few chapters of that book to them .

So tomorrow morning I’m going to read some of Roald Dahl’s “BOY: Tales of Childhood” to a bunch of cute little kids, and I’m so happy ;w; the book means so much to me, and I know that a lot of kids, even ones who like Roald Dahl, will never pick it up because it’s an autobiography, despite the fact that he wrote it to be accessible to children. I read it for the first time when I was 7, and I still re-read it yearly.

It’s so special and I get to share ;3;

I should wear my bow more often, I’ve gotten three comments on it today ;w;

1 from a guy in my class this morning, I came in late and he goes “but you still had time to put a flower in your hair”

2 from a guy on my floor at school, he came out of the elevator and was like “hey Corinne , I like your flower!”

3 from the cute barista at the coffee place, who accidentally gave me the wrong drink and then called out to me “hey, you in the pretty bow!” I was already putting cinnamon in the drink so I kept it, even though Nutella isn’t my favorite flavor. I was so happy didn’t even care.