texas book festival adventures.

i have so many stories welling up inside of me:

*developing an enormous crush on one of the authors because of his incredible hair which resulted in me just staring at him for an hour as i directed people to his book signing table.

*realizing that everyone at the book festival was weird and unmarried thus solidifying my theory that i am a nerd because i read.

*accidentally giving my number to a guy who is substantially shorter than me and swears that "he's never done this before". i'm still about confused as to "this" was referring to asking a girl out or the fact that he left a note on my car that he recognized from when he gave me directions to another parking garage.

*not realizing that the homeless man i was talking to about the gardening project i'm working with was not really interested in the project but in me...twenty minutes later.

and the halloween festivities haven't yet begun!

what's a girl to do?

seriously, though, what is a girl to do when she has been sipping a latte at her favorite coffee shop for a few hours with her stuff strewn about the small yet eclectic table (read: small scraps of paper with random to do lists, a bag, a wallet, a book, and various unnecessary pens and pencils, not to mention her laptop) and the coffee's diuretic tendencies begin to catch up with her?

should she:
a.) pack up everything, go to the restroom on the other side of the coffee shop only to return shortly and have to unpack her stuff again?
b.) leave everything and assume other patron's good will?
c.) pack up only things of monetary value?
d.) give up and go home?
e.) ask the college student across the way to watch her stuff?

i'm not saying this is what everyone should choose, but i think i'm going with d this afternoon.

honestly, caffeine can only be expected to do so much.

i think they're remodeling the apartment above me. i think that, like vampires, the prefer to work at night.

that being said, it's 5:45pm and i'm sooooo sleeeeepppyy.

a few years (?) too late.

every time i think i've discovered a new, interesting color combination (like an orange flower on a blue canvas background or yellow and purple pansies), it turns out that they're opposite each other on the color wheel.

ugh, who invented that anyways? whoever it was, i bet they're kicking themselves for not naming it after themselves like most scientists do with their theories.

are boots really made for walking?

i am saddened and disheartened that i do not own a pair of rain boots for today's weather...and apparently i wanted everyone to know.

any suggestions on how to keep it from raining directly into your boots when wearing them with shorts?

investigative, artistic, social.

i was attempting to take a test to see which career path i should take. apparently i'm a bit too bifurcated to pick just one career (or trifurcated - is that even a thing?).

here's what they asked me to choose between:

do you like to...

play a musical instrument
write stories, poetry, music
sing, act, dance
design fashions or interiors
attend concerts, theaters, art exhibits
read fiction, plays, and poetry
work on crafts
take photographs
express yourself creatively
deal with ambiguous ideas?

or are any of the following your hobbies...

book club
board games
visiting museums?

or...

volunteering with social action groups
writing letters
joining community organizations
caring for children
religious activities
going to parties
playing team sports?

this is not helping me narrow down what i want to do. in fact, it's doing just the opposite.

sigh.

so put another dime in the jutebox baby.

my new found joy when i'm working on an art project is to listen to itunes - BUT instead of making a playlist or selecting a specific artist, lately i've been listening to all of my music on shuffle.

i've discovered songs that i had forgotten i own (*she likes me for me*)
i've discovered songs that take me back to when my brother would drive me to high school (*tangerine*)
i've discovered songs that i wish i had forgotten i own (*passenger seat*)
i've discovered songs that remind me of going to their concert with friends (*stick shifts and safety belts* *til kingdom come* *sad, sad city* *gravity* *the way i am*)

i've also discovered semi-disturbing themes in my music collection such as angry women artists and the sixties.