Ribbons and silk. I like touching, feeling, wearing materials that ignite the body.
I had a dream last night that a deadly virus infected the human race. Everyone was fine, except the virus caused everyone to lose the skin on their faces. So we all just walked around, skeleton skulls, no eyeballs or brains, but still able to tell who was who by what they wore and their mannerisms.
A boy ran by wearing the same outfit as Max from Where the Wild Things Are, crown and all. He had his face. He was a survivor.
In my dream, these people with faces could not be trusted. They were wild and careless and threatened our way of life. I woke up as we were plotting to find the boy.
My dreams have been so strange lately. I'm still running, still falling, still crying, but I think I'm getting stronger. I don't want that though. My dreams are where I stay vulnerable.
Cassie from Skins, my new favorite show. I devoured the first season over the weekend. It's a show on E4 about a fictitious group of teenagers living in Bristol, England. Skins is scandalous, sexy, provocative, and beautiful. You can't not watch it and not feel like you wish you were a teenager.
Cassie is my favorite character. She is a lovely girl in her lovely dreamworld, though her reality is much harsher. She has an eating disorder and parents that don't pay attention to her. I cringe when I see her on screen because the actress who plays her does a damn fine job.
Here is my spring break destination. I'm off to a city I've never been to, with very little money to boot, but I just know with San Francisco. I know I'll find a job there (naturally my apps are going out there this week). To stand with two feet on the ground of a world you don't know may be frightening to many.
To me, it is liberation.
I have a very strong, positive feeling about this. I feel like Vianne from Chocolat most days. The Northern wind pulling me in certain directions. I go when I feel it is time, and now, I do feel Northern California is just right.
Friends! I have the best roommates and friends, both at home, on campus, off campus, and in the blogosphere, that I could have ever asked for. My friends are darlings, beautiful inside and out. And they all make me laugh more than any one girl ever could :)
Perfect by Depeche Mode is one of my favorite songs this week.
Last Night in Paris by Moam is also another favorite.
"...Katie knew this was the man she wanted. She'd ask nothing more than to look at him and to listen to him for the rest of her life. Then and there, she decided that those privileges were worth slaving for all her life. Maybe that decision was her great mistake. She should have waited until some man came along who felt that way about her. Then her children would not have gone hungry; she would not have had to scrub floors for their living and her memory of him would have remained a tender shining thing. But she wanted Johnny Nolan and no one else and she set out to get him."
- A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, Betty Smith
I LOVE THIS BOOK. Best thing I've read in a long, long time.
I see bits and pieces of myself in Katie Rommely.
Banana wearing a top hat. Stylish fruit :)
Hipster sock monkey...I want one of these? Kinda? It might wreck the perfect white stuffed plush thing I currently have with my stuffed ghosts and Pillsbury Doughboy though.
Love to you all,
Heather
