Swing from the tree, lonely.

Its a strange strange life, this swinging pendulum I lead. In one day I go from utter dispair to inexplicable exuberance. Today I am so glad that joy showered from the bell of my horn, something I haven't felt for awhile. I used to constantly be put in the highest of spirits when I put the trumpet to my face but I've found frustration lately. Today it felt damn good... thank goodness!

Swish...
The funk I started my day in is probably better kept deep in my secret heart. It was lonely. I don't want to be lead on. I adored the meandering astro-night. Physics of finger to nose and feet to the sky. Behind it all I knew there was another gal but I was there and it felt nice to talk and feel not quite so alone. We both came to that realization with parting I'm sure, but I was less ready to admit it. The cool shoulder, not cold, but luke warm hurt me, just a little, because I was back to being alone again. I was the only one alone, though. I don't want to be silly anymore. I don't want to get wrapped up in such goofy emotions that I materialize out of imaginary moments, mistaken glances, and meaningless embraces. My halloween costume would have been silly enough on it's own.

As the pendulum swings back...
I know halloween isn't until tomorrow but I couldn't help but celebrate early with it being on a monday and all. I have outdone myself this year. I don't want to sound cocky but I take great pride in my costume history. This year, however, tops all previous masterpieces. Ladies and gentlemen I have two words.

Rubix Cube!

I am proud to be a nerd. So much that I will tell you that it is hand painted rubix cube with one rotating side. Dammmnn.

Tick...
Goodbye Cameron! Goodluck dear brother! Have a safe flight and an outrageous adventure! I forgot to say on the phone how much I will miss you at Christmas! I said goodbye but then shouted "Hold on!" Its too bad that you were so concerned with your cell phone bill because it made you quick to click. I know I don't see you or hear from you much as it is but I confess I got teary eyed at the thought of our meager christmas gathering, like a three legged dog. It won't be the same without a brother around. Love you, so.

Squeak...
Now, dig this sweet look. My dear friend Aidan Knight, that clever boy, designed me this hep new swag. Thank you. I feel cool now. Don't forget that BOREDOM BREEDS GLORY!
Thank you Aidan.

mad bi-polar,
julia lonelyinacrowdedroom
julia smilesanyways

90% chance of awesome.

This week will be better. What a fine Monday indeed. I thought today was the 20th but it is the 17th.
That means that a proclaimed "belated" package in the mail may end up right on time.
That means that October will last 3 days longer.
That means maybe I can go see The Decemberists in Omaha because the 22nd isn't in the middle of the week.
That means that the 20th is a Thursday and I adore Thursdays.
Today is also exactly two months until I am in Edmonton visiting with old friends.
Today I played knees.
Today I watched "The Dinner Game," a hilarious french film that made me chuckle.

"When tears are pretzels pouring down each time the
sweetness is returning
at times when you appreciate that you survived"
(S. Lerche)

Chance of Showers

Yes, I agree. I do love to read it in the forcast. It rained today, just when I came out the building after practicing late. I decided to walk, and every block I told myself I would turn at the next corner, but I continued past every corner. I listened to Lauren's Damien Rice CD twice over before the sprinkling rain stopped and I headed for home.

I am thankful for my beautiful thanksgiving Monday.
+ Pumpkin pie and chopsticks, an unusual combination, yet fitting for the occasion.
+ Laughs, laundry, and Larry my Jack-o-lantern.
+ Funny poses with Korean friends, Sunny and Jin.
+ A stealthy mission into the haunted attic of a hall on campus to end the night... freaking creepy.

What a wonderful day.

I thought about you, pumpkin boy. I would mail you some pie if I thought it would make it. I've never made a more delicious pie.

Sweet dreams,
Julia