EXTRAS.

This is why I have faith in mankind (Read: British Television).
No other reason.
Just this.
Yep.

THE SUPER SECRET SUPRISE CASSEROLE.

"Wanda, we are witches. We have to make something that is tasty and distinctive to our heritage."

STUFF THAT IS CUTE.

Eggplant Penguins and Tomato Hippos.
Love.

FACE.

Although thoroughly nerve-wracked, I still can't fathom the cause of this week's almost immediate insanity. I've probably had more free time to myself than any other week this semester, which might point to a direction of solitude and loneliness, but not necessarily an indication for why I feel exactly the way I feel.
Something is looming. I have no desire to speculate or configure my life in such a way that would leave me open to find out what it is, but I can simply feel the enormous weight that is falling down around me. For right now, the most productive thing I can do is to keep my head to the ground and my thoughts elsewhere.
I am ready for "new" and "change" and "different."
I refuse to make a real and genuine sentence out of those words.

THIS IS NOT ENTIRELY INTERESTING.

Something about tonight is urging me to sob uncontrollably.
I don't know what it is, nor do I have any inclination toward sadness, but I can't deny how overwhelming this feeling is.
I'm still not sure if I'm going to take the time to see it through.

THE PORCH.

Ahh.
The sheer relief that comes along with being home and around family is something that I have finally found myself fortunate enough to bask in.

Yes, that was alliteration. So what?

I missed them, and I needed a little bit of time away from everything, if only to prepare me for how real and intimidating life is soon to become.

And now, I sleep.

Goodnight.

[Editor's Note: I continue to jump back and forth, editing this entry, adding more to it, subtracting insignificant details. I am a perpetual blog whore, yet I am unsure of exactly what discourse is trying to exit from my body and onto this keyboard. I am infinitely oblivious to whatever my system is seeking to emote, and therefore, will leave with as generalised a post as when I first allowed myself to click "PUBLISH."
I am a stupid, stupid brainless Kelley.]

TEA PARTY.

I love my girls.

I KNOW...

...he loves me.

LOVE AND ROOMING.

So excited. So ready. So tired of everything else.

RESOLVE.

There are moments this year when I've not known what life expects from me. I feel frantic to put together some semblance of what my life will be, should be, is supposed to be.
In one sense, my restlessness is all in vain. I need not worry about the particulars, just that my progress is evident. In what exact direction, however, I'm not exactly sure.

I started a conversation with a relative stranger last night. Perhaps it is of no significance for someone bold enough to talk their way through life, but I should have felt relatively petrified.
I did not.

This semester has taught me, if nothing else, that I will make it on my own. If every ship goes down around me, I will remain above water until my timeless metaphor weighs me down below the surface.
Even then, I think I will be fine.

Financially.
Emotionally.
Physically.
Educationally.
Mentally.
Professionally.

I will survive.

WELL...ALRIGHT.

So, my kitty went blind last night.
I'm relatively devastated.
This made me smile.
Okay.