Three thousand times whattt

My brain is scatterbrained. See already, the word Brain here and there, in three pieces in two sentences.

Makes me think of middle school. The scene: a band concert. I played the flute. Tweet tweet tweet so swee--ee--eet.  It was a concert, and my Grandpa Ross came, which I loved.  After our performance, he pointed out to me, in the bulletin/program thing, that the principal's name could be anagrammed as "Brain Danger" which was a happy bit of irony that I also loved.

Funny how a word, an organ, gets attached to a memory from 16 years ago, and sticks.

Speaking of middle school, I saw my bff since 7th grade yesterday. Lindsay and I got manicures, had lunch, walked around the mall, laughed, caught up, and laughed. I don't think anyone in the world makes me laugh as hard as Lindsay does. Maybe Ryan. I think it's a tie.

Sola loves twist ties. Straws. Hair ties. Pieces of tan bark. I had bought some cat toys when she was a kitten and just threw them away because she doesn't care about them if she can have a plastic straw. Cats are so weird--I love it!

Love. 2014 is the best year ever! I love it so much. I have even read 11 books already this year, in six months. Not a record, but I feel good about it. Shoutout to the 118--couldn't have done it without you! Yes, I'm talking to a freeway. The app called Audible has really helped me on my commutes. Since I spend at least 90 min in the car per day, it's a good time to soak up content before I get home and start the food-cookin', dish-cleanin', cat-pettin', man-enjoyin' fun times of day to day living.

I was putting in my contact lenses yesterday morning and started giggling. Ryan asked me why. I was thinking of that song, "IF YOU. want to buy my flowers... just

go ahead now

." Laughing because, think about it. Just go ahead now.

Why do cats sleep so much?

I did my crocheting, did my giggling, my cleaning. Shit, there's a lot of cleaning to do. Why?

Why?  I'm not even a messy person. Well, maybe that is why! Haha.

I woke up at 5:45 this morning and was like,

yes it is Sunday thank gooooooodness

. And then got up and went running which was perfect.

hmmmmmmm

more silliness forthcoming. that is all for now.  OH WAIT except for my happiness graph--hold up.

Seriously, 26 is the best year of my life.

In other news...

I feel like poetry has been in low tide. But the tide is coming in.