beach time.

at the at the at the beach.
there is beach.
there is sand.
there is beach.

peaches. muscadine jam. apple cider jam. blackberry jam. biscuits. lazy.
sleepytime. bathing suit.
at the beach beach.

i like.

things i like:
-seeing old men hug on the street
-convincing myself that i am eating healthily by eating two snack bars, a banana, and a small chocolate covered pretzel instead of a philadelphia soft yum pretzel
-new flip flops
-trying on those weird individual toe compartment running shoes at a store and not buying them

any announcements?

in fourth grade, at my private all-girls school, the teacher would often ask if there were any announcements before our hour and a half long recess began.
usually we were all out the door before he finished his sentence (oh to see that rare bird called recess but once more).
in the depths of december, there was an announcement.
one of my lady classmates (for it was not until the next year that boys were discovered, hiding under rocks and between the toes of trees) raised her hand to remind us to each please remember to bring in chapstick, for she and others were rendered quite uncomfortable (eww) by the sight of their peers' red chapped lips.

we scattered for recess all the same, but for me with lips tightly curled between a gapped-tooth frown.

pride and potatoes.

i've watched the newest pride and prejudice with kiera knightley now 6 times in a matter of months.
something is wrong.
it's not really even that good of an adaptation, or movie for that matter.
it's like eating jane austen cheese curls.
i know it's bad. but i can't stop.

spin you round round.

to make up for my sad lack of a paying internship due to my status as a sad-liberal-arts-double-majoring-college-student, i am making what little money i can at the end of the summer recording peoples' lps into mp3s.
if i'm lucky, i may make more than $3... or at slow my bank account from its unfortunate hemorrhaging of funds to my culinary addictions.

oh for shame strawberries! why to for art thou yet expensive?

yet, with the transferring of records to a computer comes the tragic death of yet another vinyl pancake.
perhaps if they are bound for a melting pot of tar, i can rescue some of the poor burnt outcasts.
for so i've heard one must have a taste for vinyl.

space case.

the hipster party sequel has come and gone.
space party: alien nation.
great success and great drunk.
space babies born by space princesses and aliens, space oddities attacking space tourist bearing vehicles with their space guns, planets careening into other galaxies.

i make damn good jupiter juice, if i may say so myself.

eaters.

things and people i love:
-when people throw chicken bones out the window while they're driving. there is something so decadent about eating fried chicken or buffalo wings while careening down a highway.
-those who patronize wawa right after church, stocking up on hard-boiled egg two packs and extra large blue slushies.

things i don't like:
-coming across the aforementioned chicken bones while walking.
-watching those in their sunday best besplatter their crisp white pants or embroidered blue dresses with hoagie drippings and rogue splurts of melted blue.