a kiss to build a dream on...

Give me a kiss to build a dream on,  And my imagination will thrive upon that kiss.  Sweetheart, I ask no more than this:  A kiss to build a dream on.  Give me a kiss before you leave me,  And my imagination will feed my hungry heart.  Leave me one thing before we part,  A kiss to build a dream on.  -louis armstrong

been looking at a few apartments. found a cheap one yesterday and i really hope we get it. went to brady street festival and i bought a couple pairs of earrings made of sea shells. which i will wear to wickerpark fest today. hip hip

I do enjoy making lists.

Reasons why this summer has been great. (because the other ones of late have sucked hardcore.)

-many pictures
-multiple trips to the beach
-swimming in a lake (a clean one, not lake michigan)
-going to great america
-and riding the raging bull three times
-making birthday cake
-going bowling
-going thrifting

-being not depressed
-having a goal
-drinking at least 4 strawberry margaritas
-going to a white sox game and seeing them win
-going to breakfast at richard walkers
-going for bike rides

I am now 22.
I have a new boyfriend.
I am starting my period.
I am starting birth control.
I put in my two weeks at Vans. Again.
And I'm starting a new school August 25th.

Not gonna lie, it feels pretty good.

The Chicago Botanic Garden and me.

blink.

I was having a lot more fun than it looks in this picture.



the "bladder nut." no joke.

At first I wasn't sure.
I entered the corporate cafe to purchase my drink and I seriously considered bolting out the side door. And deleting my online profiles. I picked up my iced coffee and headed back outside to sit awkwardly with a man I wasn't sure I would be attracted to, and who didn't know his black boots made me want to run far away. But I listened to my gut, who told me to give the guy a friggen chance. The wind was kindly entertaining me, and chocolate comforted my nerves. We passed along a few first date questions and blank stares into the distance that matched the uncomfortable silences. Eventually, I realized that I was smiling, and he was listening. We walked, and we talked, and by the time we were ready to head back home, I found myself staring at his lips, and thinking things that I couldn't say out loud. It didn't happen, not yet, but I have something to look forward to. On Monday.