Sunday, November 30, 2008

A weekend home.

5 Things

1! Grrrrr! I just found out years ago my dad wrote the story of my family's immigration, something I've long wanted to accomplish. However, the notebook is lost! This project has always been a bit of a backburner. I get conflicting stories from both parents... or even a single parent. And even so, there is sooooo much to be discussed. There is always a bit of a hesitation when I try to delve into this. It makes me wonder if they saw more of the war than they are willing to share.

2! I'm stuck in Atlantic b/c of the snow... grrrrrrr. RAWR! RAWR! RAWR! RAWR! RAWR!

3! My tummy hurts. I just want to be back home.


4! Awesome fortune cookies!
You have the ability to nurture and work creatively with others.

You are going to travel somewhere far away.

Someone special admires you.

I not-so-secretly believe all of these fortunes.

5! Awesome sibling picture: Lace n Li.

Monday, November 24, 2008

Sensory perceptions.

It's weird how certain sensory perceptions trigger past memories. Recently I've been taken back to a rebellious time in my life, a little over four years ago.

Saturday, I purchased a small bottle of tea tree oil. This is an essential oil extracted from the Melaleuca tree. It is comparable to benzoyl peroxide but natural. I purchased this once when I had gotten my nose pierced and the trauma to my skin caused issues. My piercer suggested this oil, which I used religiously for about a month, and it completely resolved my problem allowing me to keep my piercing. The oil is also good for acne. I felt my Neutragena wasn't cutting it anymore so I bought some tea tree oil. Upon opening the bottle I was immediately taken back to that time of confusion, tears and broken hearts. Awwwwwww.

Today, I found this video on one of my favorite music blogs: La Blogoteque. This album is probably one my quintessential break-up albums. It was my first break-up, therefore the most significant. Luckily, I look upon this time fondly and smile. Though one the most trying events to overcome, never once have I regret it.

And I'm thankful for that.

Saturday, November 22, 2008

This is eerily me.

I have a friend who can see auras. I know what you're thinking... It sounds ridiculously bogus, but I can't deny it's eerie truthfulness. It makes me both smile and want to cry at the same time! One night at work, I was having a particularly great night and she saw my aura. She said I am clearly a blue. This is what I am:

Blues are some of the most loving, nurturing and supportive personalities of the Life Colors. They live from their heart and emotions. Their purpose for being on the planet is to give love, to teach love and to learn that they are loved. Their priorities are love, relationships, and spirituality.

Blues are traditionally teachers, counselors, and nurses---basically the loving, nurturers and caretakers on the planet. Blues are constantly helping others. They want to make sure that everyone feels loved and accepted. People are always turning to Blues for comfort and counsel because Blues will always be there for them. They consistently provide a shoulder for others to cry on.

Blues are the most emotional personalities in the aura spectrum. They can cry at the drop of a hat. Blues cry when they are happy, hurt, angry, sad, or for no apparent reason at all. Even watching a sentimental commercial on television can bring on tears.

Not gonna lie... this morning I saw a dead squirrel in the middle of the street on my walk to the coffee shop and I wanted to cry. I am ridiculous.

Listening to Girl Talk.
Love it!
And this too.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

I made this part 2

Last night I stayed up until 1 AM designing the office SHF brand. Basically, because we are a public, state-run university, we have to be politically correct, meaning no Secret Santa for us. My office, I don't know how many years ago, created SHF (Secret Holiday Friend). It sounds a bit naughty if you ask me, but whatever, it's a tradition. I began this project exhausted of work and distressed at my tendency to create clean, Swiss design. So I went old school, picking up my pen and sketching on a blank pad. This is what I came up with... and... I like it. I might expand upon this project so it could become a portfolio piece. We'll see if I can find the time.

When I drove to work this morning... It was sunny and warm enough to open my window... Then I walked to the building I needed to be on campus and it was glorious
My spirits have lifted.
Currently listening to "Each Coming Night" :: Iron and Wine remix and doing my daily sudoku and crossword.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

I made this.

This is a vinyl sticker I created for seniors at ISU to put in their car windows... we will be selling them in a package with a glass and a T-Shirt that I also designed, but they say different things. I like this okay.. it could be better.. it can always be better... This is pink, b/c I like pink. But the actual design is the ISU cardinal red.

Monday, November 10, 2008

I've been feeling down.

So I'm sitting at Café Milo and drinking "Ancient Happiness" tea. I'm hoping this will bring up my spirits.

On that note, This is hilarious! Lin it would really bring up my spirits if you did this at your wedding. Please and thank you.

Friday, November 07, 2008

Thursday, November 06, 2008

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

Today is an 8!

News from far away calms a worry that had you bothered some. If they don't call you, call them. It's worth the long-distance charges to get a good night's sleep.

I'm really lame. I love reading my horoscope.

Today it's sunny in the Midwest and I'm listening to "Bird on a Wire" by Rogue Wave. This song just fills me up with Hope. Happy voting.

Monday, November 03, 2008


I'm a kitty!
At The Cafe where I where I work part-time, for the last two and half years, my co-workers have called me Kitty. I hadn't thought much of it because I knew it to be a term of endearment. Recently, it became known to me that upon first meetings, complete strangers would acknowledge such tendencies. This puzzled me as to how my interactions with people translated into feline. One day I sat down with a fairly new friend, flailing my arms in exaggerated motions and enthusiasm, and said "I just don't get it." He looked at me silently for a moment and said... "because you are cute and cuddly like a kitten. You always hug people and rub their backs lovingly, but are also independent." I looked up into his eyes and couldn't stop the smile from creeping onto my face. I can handle that. I guess I can handle people meowing at me, calling me "Kitty" "Mew Mew" and "Kotchka" the Russian word for cat, if only it means that I am cute, cuddly and independent.

PS. The smurfette is my friend (aka Wifey) Anjana. Isn't she gorgeous?