It is official, one of my works was selected to be showcased at the main building on campus. I'm practically famous now. Ha. :)

We finally found a townhouse for next year, it is perfect--spacious, affordable and relatively new.

As with Don, when I talk about him an unconscious smile appears on my face that won't go away even if I try. I don't want to go back home for the summer...this month and part of next needs to last as long as possible. But the days are quickly slipping away through our fingers.

I can't stop eating the chocolate almond bark my mom and I made over the weekend. I have no self control at the moment.

The sun lifts your spirits, it even makes you feel prettier (I feel pretty, so pretty, and briiiight!).

I can't sleep due to the excitement and inspiration of finally figuring out what I want to do for my final project in my first introductory design course. If only there was such thing as a 24-hour craft store. The feeling of being inspired unleashes my happiness and relieves all stress. I feel free and unrestrained. "In-the-artistic-mode" is something that you cannot describe, only feel...just like many other things in life. I also think my artwork has made it into a gallery on one of the main buildings on campus...

Whitney says I have it bad for Don, and I have to admit that she is right. Or at least I am half-way there. :)

PS: When is "The Walk" being released in the US?

The trash can was overflowing this afternoon, which is a common occurrence in our home despite all efforts to recycle. I lifted the bag and wearily tied it, gagging at the scent of rotting garbage and the discovery of liquid mold at the bottom. I washed it out and left it on the porch to dry in the heat of the day. Retrieving it tonight, I gazed at the stars for a few seconds as cars drove by on the busy street. Star gazing while all other civilization is in a bustle is somewhat lonely. It made me feel disconnected to the world and all other beings. Shutting myself back into the great indoors, I came upon this thought:

Doesn't it seem pointless to have a lock on a screen door? I believe they are there merely to give people a false sense of security.

I actually went to the gym this afternoon. It has been many-a-weeks since a good work out has happened, especially since last term it was my second home. My poor muscles are out of shape (while typing this as I'm eating a cookie heh...).

My mom asked me yesterday when she came to to visit if I would like to go to Europe this summer. Oh YESSS! Je parlerai Français quand nous serons en France! Ouuuiiii. She also surprised me with a 3-stemmed bamboo plant symbolizing happiness, which I have a lot of lately. My life feels so much better with Don. People shouldn't make your break your happiness, but they do. I want to be around him all the time, touch him and hold him. To be in his arms as we laugh about something stupid. Slowly it is happening.

EDIT // "Quotes" was added to the content.