Harrison Ford Blog and Journals

Well, helloooo buzznet journal! I haven't typed for you in quite some time. Like my title reads, (quoting my favorite book growing up, La Petit Prince :D) I have my very own sunset (figuratively, but what exactly does a sunset represent for me? And for you? Inquiring minds want to know! Like mine!) meaning...I am finally making my life my own. I am leaving the house I've lived in for most of my life, I am learning things by myself since I could not attend my college classes anymore (family drama tends to take away your concentration and eagerness to learn more about Van Gogh and his appetite for lead-based paints and mercury, too I think! Egads!) But I could not thank the Lord I have a healthy beautiful relationship with (religion is a crutch, I have a relationship.) for helping me through all of this. Trust me, if I didn't have something bigger than my little self to believe in, I would have thrown in the proverbial towel of life already. Things are still very rough, but all of my friends that have truly supported and cared for me are telling me I'm carrying my parents' problems and I need to stop and be a little selfish in order to have a life of my own. So I am taking their advice, and I feel...free. Maybe it's a little cliche, but I am getting a tiny blue bird on my shoulder blade after all of this (tattoo!!!) and I am incredibly excited. Something noone would guess I'd ever have is a tattoo, I mean, I don't even have my ears pierced, haha, so a tattoo??

Anyway, enough about me. Next Saturday I'm going to a concert, Phil Wickham and Starfield? Everyone raves about Mr. Wickham so I wanted to see what the 'hubbub' was all about and I'm sure I'll love it. I love outdoor spring concerts. Hope and pray for sunshine! :D I cannot wait for the weather to continue to warm up. I soak up the sun like the soil soaks up the rain. Plus I cannot wait to wash my hair in warm downpours. That is the best my hair will ever look, after washing it in the rain. I SWEAR to you it is good. Unless you're somewhere with acid rain...then I reccommend you take showers inside...your...shower...>>.

Working on my art again. Sketching birds, Beatles, strawberries, little sailboats, trees, peaches and me flying on a book. I promise you I don't do drugs. Only incredibly sugary coffee, late night diner runs with my lovely friend Jenny, orange tea, cupcakes and strawberries rolled in sugar. I'm surprised I don't have cavities. Brush your teeth, kids! I am starving for a bacon omelette from a diner right now...Oh! I saw 21. Oh Jim Sturgess, why must you hide that lovely accent? Anyhow, I'm definitely looking forward to Indiana Jones. HARRISON FORD DOES NOT AGE. THE GRAY HAIRS ARE A LIE. Not really. I almost wept (not really haha) when my sister asked (while she watched Nickelodeon's Kid Choice Awards) who Harrison Ford was.

It's two in the morning and I have to clean the kitchen before I dare to sleep. Sweet dreams, all!

Oh, and I very much love the new Panic album. Pretty.Odd. Perfect for spring, I tell you. Perfect. Besides this band Owen someone introduced me to. And that mix Benny Benassi made of San Fransisco Dreaming.