swarbles.

a mostly goodhearted twentynine year old lady who lives in a land where it's winter half the year. starlings nest in the soffit along the side of my house and mourning doves roost under the roof above of my door stoop. i fall in love all the time.

sometimes i sing.
sometimes i make things.

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remember when i actually used to use tumblr for something other than posting photos of my dumb face?  nope.  me neither.  i keep thinking that i should stop doing this, because how absolutely narcissistic and like a jerk must i look?  wickedly.  so, i think i might stop.  i’m bored with it, and surely you all must be, too.  maybe i’ll try to post things that are actually interesting here again.  maybe.  i don’t know.  i make no promises. morgan comes up soon (tomorrow, i believe) for two whole weeks, and i really have to see her.  repeatedly.  we haven’t seen each other since christmas of 2009, and there are SO many to discuss and i am excited to meet her boyfriend and hang out by a lake and just to spend time with her, doing summery things.  i’ve only been to a beach once this summer so far, and even then, i only went try to record wave sounds for my cover of ode to the sea, which is fine because a) i don’t know how to swim and b) i don’t tan, but i do like spending time by bodies of water.  i’m just hoping i get paid for last week in the first half of this week, since i have less than $20 and that will probably not even cover gas for my car to traverse to and from work and to get out to where she’ll be. it’s been a long day.  this week has been a long week.  this year has been rough.  i only just want about a hundred hugs and to cry into someone’s shoulder and fall asleep with them.  okay? okay.

remember when i actually used to use tumblr for something other than posting photos of my dumb face?  nope.  me neither.  i keep thinking that i should stop doing this, because how absolutely narcissistic and like a jerk must i look?  wickedly.  so, i think i might stop.  i’m bored with it, and surely you all must be, too.  maybe i’ll try to post things that are actually interesting here again.  maybe.  i don’t know.  i make no promises.

morgan comes up soon (tomorrow, i believe) for two whole weeks, and i really have to see her.  repeatedly.  we haven’t seen each other since christmas of 2009, and there are SO many to discuss and i am excited to meet her boyfriend and hang out by a lake and just to spend time with her, doing summery things.  i’ve only been to a beach once this summer so far, and even then, i only went try to record wave sounds for my cover of ode to the sea, which is fine because a) i don’t know how to swim and b) i don’t tan, but i do like spending time by bodies of water.  i’m just hoping i get paid for last week in the first half of this week, since i have less than $20 and that will probably not even cover gas for my car to traverse to and from work and to get out to where she’ll be.

it’s been a long day.  this week has been a long week.  this year has been rough.  i only just want about a hundred hugs and to cry into someone’s shoulder and fall asleep with them.  okay?

okay.

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i have slept like a nightmare all week, so.  goodnight.

i have slept like a nightmare all week, so.  goodnight.

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bella does this thing where she’ll walk by me while i’m using the computer and she’ll whip her tail around my neck.  she’ll walk back and forth right in front of me, in a six inch wide, maybe thirty six inch long path, repeatedly waving her tail in my face, until i pay attention to her.  or until she gets tired and sits on the mouse pad (this is happening now).

today i learned that there is ANOTHER corgi in my town!  this one still has his/her tail.  how do i meet the people who are friends with the corgis?  i’m always driving and i feel like pulling over and being really excited about their dogs will frighten them.  and i am always REALLY EXCITED about them.

also still not feeling very well.  i fully expect to be sick this weekend.

the distance between here and everyone/where/thing i care about is too great.  that distance feels as though it is multiplied exponentially when there are things happening that i want to attend in places and/or i cannot afford to traverse the distance.  likely will have a no-pay payday tomorrow.  ten dollars in my checking account.  i just want to see people and do things and travel.  i feel stagnant and sad.

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this marine otter was featured in a canon advertisement on the back of august’s national geographic.  it is yelling and i made basically the same face when i saw it. i made a cake because i thought it might make me feel better.  it didn’t work.  the cake is delicious (blueberry) and i frosted it even though it didn’t need frosting, but i made some anyway only because i wanted to eat the left over frosting (acceptable).  it’s one of my mom’s recipes, so you know it’s good.  she’s some sort of magician when it comes to baked goods.  all the recipes i get from online are always “mix your dry ingredients first, then mix your wet ingredients, and then add the dry to the wet,” but the two recipes i have of hers that are aces consist of a list of ingredients that say “combine all until well mixed.  bake at xxx˚ for xx minutes.”  those are my kind of recipes.  i’ll bake it for you sometime. i woke up three times last night, all feverish feeling, and i’ve got further symptoms of something today (i’ve got a cough, head congestion, body aches, headaches, sore throat, etc.).  i am not surprised by this, but it’s frustrating.  hopefully just a fluke from being an emotional mess yesterday and today and nothing more nefarious.

this marine otter was featured in a canon advertisement on the back of august’s national geographic.  it is yelling and i made basically the same face when i saw it.

i made a cake because i thought it might make me feel better.  it didn’t work.  the cake is delicious (blueberry) and i frosted it even though it didn’t need frosting, but i made some anyway only because i wanted to eat the left over frosting (acceptable).  it’s one of my mom’s recipes, so you know it’s good.  she’s some sort of magician when it comes to baked goods.  all the recipes i get from online are always “mix your dry ingredients first, then mix your wet ingredients, and then add the dry to the wet,” but the two recipes i have of hers that are aces consist of a list of ingredients that say “combine all until well mixed.  bake at xxx˚ for xx minutes.”  those are my kind of recipes.  i’ll bake it for you sometime.

i woke up three times last night, all feverish feeling, and i’ve got further symptoms of something today (i’ve got a cough, head congestion, body aches, headaches, sore throat, etc.).  i am not surprised by this, but it’s frustrating.  hopefully just a fluke from being an emotional mess yesterday and today and nothing more nefarious.

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it’s unfortunate that i will probably never turn to a life of crime, since i look rather nice in prisoner orange.

it’s unfortunate that i will probably never turn to a life of crime, since i look rather nice in prisoner orange.

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and thus ends another long week in a year of long weeks.  in a life of long weeks.  all the weeks are long.

and thus ends another long week in a year of long weeks.  in a life of long weeks.  all the weeks are long.

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i’ve not been feeling very well today, and it’s gotten progressively worse as the day has gone on, so it is time to brush the teeth and end the day. (also happy birthday.  i love you and i look forward to hearing from you again maybe soonish whenever you are able to write.  ps, if you stop in on your trip very northerly, i’ll make you belated blueberry birthday cake.  or at the very least, cookies.)

i’ve not been feeling very well today, and it’s gotten progressively worse as the day has gone on, so it is time to brush the teeth and end the day.

(also happy birthday.  i love you and i look forward to hearing from you again maybe soonish whenever you are able to write.  ps, if you stop in on your trip very northerly, i’ll make you belated blueberry birthday cake.  or at the very least, cookies.)

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the scariest thing happened at work today.  my father and brother were removing the steel ladder rack from the truck using a forklift (they were able to cut through the bolts on the back, but the part closest to the cab was welded on) and it slid off the forks and pulled my father over the side of the bed and pinned him to the ground.  somehow he is fine (cuts and scrapes and bruises and swollen hands [he went to the e.r. tonight because the swelling was so bad, and nothing is broken]), but it was the scariest, worst thing i have ever seen in my life, and if he had been in a different position or in a different location in the truck bed, it could have been so much worse. andso i am going to bed now because i am feeling thoroughly traumatized and lonely.  please let me dream of deer and trains and hands and various other pleasantries.

the scariest thing happened at work today.  my father and brother were removing the steel ladder rack from the truck using a forklift (they were able to cut through the bolts on the back, but the part closest to the cab was welded on) and it slid off the forks and pulled my father over the side of the bed and pinned him to the ground.  somehow he is fine (cuts and scrapes and bruises and swollen hands [he went to the e.r. tonight because the swelling was so bad, and nothing is broken]), but it was the scariest, worst thing i have ever seen in my life, and if he had been in a different position or in a different location in the truck bed, it could have been so much worse.

andso i am going to bed now because i am feeling thoroughly traumatized and lonely.  please let me dream of deer and trains and hands and various other pleasantries.

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