sometimes...

i go to painting class, think about france, and paint skulls like a pro.

painting class no longer makes me want to cry.

the end.

france class

so i have this class.

and it's all about france.

it's my fave.

a random happy list

in no particular order:

4 new books

the best roommates ever

mac and cheese

this one boy

tunes

dr. horrible's sing-along blog

patches (my puppy)

my uber gorgeous sisters

my awesome male sibling

france class

cute movies

ludo

institute
excellent socks
missionaries
drawing
france
secret identities.
the big bang theory



the end.

maybe this is silly.

today.
i was in desperate need of a smile, and there was not one to be found.
digital imaging is not my cup of tea, and all i learned from painting class today was that i can't mix colors worth anything. so here i am, doubting my skill as an artist even further, and i get a text from a member of the bishopric wanting to meet with me.
i knew i was going to get a church calling meant to teach me a lesson (this one actually didn't turn out to be terrible, thank goodness.)
and the worst of it... the roommate problems that i never expected.
all this equals jane is a mess.


but then there's this boy.  and he is okay with me being an emotional train wreck sometimes.  and he has me over for dinner.  and we go for a drive.  and we watch the office.  he is great.

oh, and then i log in to post this, and notice that i have 2 followers now.  2!
this is definitely silly of me to get so excited about this.  but it made my day better.
dear bellah, you get the "i made jane smile" award.
have a lovely day.

will you lend a caring hand?

dr. horrible, you make my life happier.


i went home to visit for the long weekend with two of my roommates.  on our way back this morning, we pulled into a gas station, passing a family standing by a car.  they held a sign that read "need help.  food, gas, lodging ...etc"
as one roommate ran inside to use the bathroom, my other roommate and i sat there, wondering what we could do to help.  in our state of perpetual hunger, we don't have much money to spare.  even giving up one dollar means we give up doing an entire load of laundry.

then we remembered all the food we had brought with us.

my roommate found a handful of granola bars, and as we headed back out, we pulled up next to their car.  before we'd even done anything, their faces brightened.  i rolled down my window and handed the granola bars to the father.  he turned around to his sons - "look, boys!"

"we're sorry we can't do more."  we apologized.

"this is wonderful.  thank you so much.  god bless."

"those who bring sunshine to the lives of others

cannot keep it from themselves."

-(the brilliant) JM Barrie

so go help someone.  make someone else smile.

it's splendid.

and tell me the story.  down there, in the comments.

lies and deceit.

i posted a post earlier about french table fitting into my schedule perfectly.
it no longer does.

but i had a pretty excellent day regardless.
starting with, you know, just moving some priceless art into a gallery this morning.
and ending with a splendid date with a boy i fancy.
i love life.