Post Perk Feels

"...But mostly, I thought that your being sad was much more important to me than Craig not being your boyfriend anymore. And if it meant that I would never get to think of you that way, as long as you were happy, it was okay. That's when I realized I really loved you."

She sat on the floor with me. She spoke quiet.

"Charlie, don't you get it? I can't feel that. It's sweet and everything, but it's like you're not even there sometimes. It's great that you can listen and be a shoulder to someone, but what about when someone doesn't need a shoulder. What if they need the arms or something like that? You can't just sit there and put everybody's lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love. You just can't. You have to do things."

"Like what?" I asked. My mouth was dry.

"I don't know.  Like take their hands when the slow song comes up for a change. 

Or be the one who asks someone for a date. 

Or tell people what you need. 

Or what you want."

xx

Now is the Start

Hi, friends.

Right now I'm sitting in the classiest Starbucks I have ever set foot in. It's one of the ones that has an evening menu and serves wine, small dinner plates, and desserts. With the classical music playing, you can't help but feel at least a little relaxed.

Actually, right now it's rather ironically theatrical. There's a train station a block away with a fire truck/ambulance ordeal. So, while I sit here in peace, my mind drowned with the classical music and my body filled with the warmth of the season, there are sirens going by and goodness knows whats wrong causing delays all over the city in the heart of rush hour.

Not that this is abnormal. Just ironic that I'm witnessing it from where I am. Kind of like when the band kept playing on the Titanic, no?

Can I share a new song with you? Okay, cool. :]

Here are thoughts:

I get discouraged a lot. "Comparison is the thief of joy."

I wish people in positions of authority were better e-mailers.

I wonder if my future boyfriend will wear cargo shorts.

Passing Panera every day helps me understand a little of what Adam an Eve felt passing the Tree.

Sometimes eating meat makes me feel sick.

Sometimes it doesn't.

I've met more people in the last two weeks that since probably my first week of college.

Neopets still hasn't gotten me my birthday. I think I might call them.

My legs are never properly shaved.

Design. Consumes. Me.

Also, with my new website (yes, I have the allysonkate.com!!) which I am currently in the process of coding to make it pretty and live with my portfolio. But I had to make a blog for it. So that will be my design related blog. This is perfect, because I've always wanted this to be more personal. And Tumblr is too silly to be my actual design blog. Nothing there really, but I'll basically just be posting three bits of inspiration a week for class, for now. That's at allysonkate.com/blog

Okay. Love love!

Things Big and Small

"We were together. 

I forget the rest."

Kids. Friends. Lovlies.

One week of school has passed and these are things.

I live in the same apartment, but I have one new roommate. Her name is Flo. Cute, right? She sings. And has an album. And is like, good and stuff.

By the end of the semester I promise to give y'all a link to a portfolio designed/coded/filled with me and everything I am doing. No more hiding my work. I need to start spewing it to you lovlies.

By the end of the semester I hope, fingers crossed, to have prints in my Etsy shop. I'm in a printmaking class and by the end of the semester I will have inked 50 prints. I do hope I'm proud of them. You see, next week I will be physically etching my design into my woodblock. Sharp tools, so help me Lord. We will see.

I found out I only need to take three classes my last semester, next fall... and I really don't want to cram those classes in this year. For many reasons. So I'll be a part-time student my last year. Fun, eh?

Wheezywaiter's girlfriend goes to my school.

I am blessed to be part of a group of women who all love Jesus so very much. I've never met a single one of them, but it is singlehandedly the most encouraging thing I have been a part of in too too long. The internet is great, guys.

If you follow me anywhere else on the internet you will know that my time has come. I have given into the Time Lord. The TARDIS has taken me. I am one of you, whovians.

And finally, I'm nearly finished with Redeeming Love by Francine Rivers. I would be done by now, but the silly woman keeps deciding to run away from the most loving, attractive man ever to be placed on a page. Sigh.

xoxo