i wish i were the moon

sometimes i think about my mind when i was a kid. and gosh, i was creative. and then i think about the kids i know, and gosh, so are they. i just really love that about kids. they can do anything. and think anything. and it's really sad when life experiences start outweighing the lack of life experiences. because, once you've seen sneakers a certain number of times, the story you wrote about the sneakers that were alive and best friends, sounds sort of silly. and all this fact just starts getting in the way and wrestling all the imagination out. which is i guess necessary on some level but still sad. point is, i'm never telling my kids any facts.

riddle me this, clicks

i'm confused. so, leggings count as pants, suitable to be worn as the lone piece on the bottom half of your body on saturday night and then count as tights suitable to be worn with an otherwise unsuitable dress/skirt on sunday morning?

what time is it really?

i don't want to get up and start making breakfast if it's an hour earlier than that needs to start happening. i thought the internet would tell me the truth but i don't trust it so i guess the only way for me to be sure is to go in the kitchen where the microwave clock has been untouched by automatic digital satellite time switching but that's just so far away. (my bedroom door opens into the kitchen. it's not far at all. in fact, it couldn't really be closer. i'm being dramatic)

sweet's

i think i'd happily go on a tour of any factory anywhere. factories just really fascinate me. all those machines were thought up by some person to do this very specific task. and everything is so mechanical and innovative and precise and not exactly how i'd imagine it'd be done but it works so well and there is chocolate running through the pipes of the building! or marshmallow! or ocean spray cranberry juice! or whatever thing the factory you're touring makes! just add factories to the list of things i am always willing to do (which, so far, is: go to festivals, watch E! True Hollywood Story, go to Smith's, and play with babies)

5 reasons it'd be nice to get a boyfriend in the next 3 weeks

-20 days till my Birthday
-22 days till Thanksgiving
-31 days till my Struck Christmas Party
-56 days till Christmas
-62 days till New Year's Eve

(i know i'm not supposed to say words like boyfriend on here for everyone to read. but i just am.)