fact.

the mousetraps in my house have caught me more times than they've caught any sort of mouse.

some things.

1: that obsession i have with france?  i have an equally large obsession with egypt.  ever since i was about 9 years old, i have wanted to go to egypt.  the france obsession is fairly recent, starting about my junior year of high school.  these are countries where it will truly be a tragedy if i don't get to see them before i die.  if i don't see norway or greece or peru, it will be sad (i want to go to all those places as well.  and tons more.) but not tragic.  france and egypt are important, guys.

2: pink otter pops are my favorite kind.

3: i could probably be perfectly happy eating only mac and cheese and peanut butter for the rest of my life.

4: i read the entire harry potter series every summer.  remus and dora are my favorite part.

5: to kill a mockingbird is my all time favorite book.

6: my left little toe is named phillippe.

7: i like watercolors better than oils, and oils better than acrylics.  also, i ordered an art history textbook for my class in the fall, but probably i'll just read it for fun.

8: i should blog more. (said blog is in desperate need of a makeover.  but i don't know what to do.  and i don't really want to make another header.  i'm open to suggestions though.) nothing exciting ever happens to me.  i've stayed at my house and read 15 books so far this summer.  i'm keeping track because i want to know if i make it to 100.

9: tunes.

10: this was silly.

11: there's only an 11 since i didn't want to leave my list at an even, normal number.

that awkward blogging moment

when you're at the store and you run into someone who you frequently blog-stalk, and you almost say hi, but then you remember that this person has no idea who you are.  also, you don't actually know who they are outside of the internet.

this is also the reason that i have a secret blogging identity. so that never happens to you.  you're welcome.

art insights.

as part of my major i'm required to take a class called art insights.
it's an hour long (usually) lecture one night a week.
i get half a credit for it.
and i have to take 8 semesters of it.
and that means that i won't have a thursday night free for probably the whole rest of my life.

generally artists don't know how to talk about their art.
this is fine.  there is a reason we paint instead of write.
but the lectures can be incredibly dull.
granted, there have been a few that have inspired me to make art and to make better art.
mostly, though, i count down the minutes until i can leave.

and it's a good chance to practice drawing.

yesterday i practiced drawing this at art insights.

it's caterpillars raining from a ceiling fan.

it's fine.

francis winnifred.

this should be my name.  i'm completely serious.
i could actually have a nickname.  i would go by france.  or fred.
plus someday when i'm an old lady, i'd have an excellent old lady name.

my dear new followers.
i think that we should be blogging friends.
so leave a comment and tell me what makes you happy.

how to be happy (today)

sleep late because i stayed out too late because sleep is my true love.

wear your cuddling hoodie and curl up in a blanket mom gave you.

watch the big bang theory. or the halloween episode of boy meets world.

get a free t-shirt from the student center. just because.

visit C2.  realize how much you've missed it and be happy you're back.  sit in the middle of the hall with smith, trevor, your roommates, and ridiculously cool ex-boyfriend.

have a big dinner with your neighbors, roommates, your family, and your roommate's family.

take someone's free t-shirt from earlier and put it on your head.  when it falls off, put it on the next person's head.  when it falls off, have them put it on the next person's head until it goes all the way around the room.

we're weird. don'tworryaboutit.

have your dinner party of 14 get locked inside your tiny college-kid apartment.  yell out your window for your neighbor who you've hardly met to help you.

have a roommate date.  talk about everything.

go to sleep wearing dinosaur socks.

someday, it's all going to work out for the best.

and someday i won't get broken up with the first week of school.

my marius is somewhere out there waiting for me.