painted wardrobe

Sleeping on the a floor for a week can make a person do some strange things. 

For example, after camping out in my room with nothing but boxes for furniture for about a week, I naturally came to the conclusion that I needed to buy the biggest, most ridiculous bed I could afford. In my defense, the place we were living at the time had fairly large rooms and I felt perfectly justified in my larger than necessary bed. However, once we moved into Portland-proper, I maybe, just maybe, started regretting my original decision, as my bed now takes up well over half of the floor space in my room. 

As a direct result of this, in order to be able to actually use my dresser for its intended purpose (i.e. storing my clothes and being able to access said clothes on a daily basis) I had to stick the thing in the closet, which, quite obviously, left me with no closet space to hang clothes. This is my life, people, a perpetual series of almost-works-but-not-quite situations. 

Anywho, to combat this new little problem I decided to buy one of those industrial looking clothes racks from IKEA, and now I have this convenient, mobile wardrobe that I can move around quite easily to accomodate my every whim and desire. I am a problem solver. 

Not one to half ass things, I then proceeded to spend way more money on wooden hangers than anyone in my financial situation has the right to, but, hey, this is a life investment (right?). Hangers are an essential element in the lives of functioning adults (right??).

And, after a few weeks of waking up to a neat row of boring wooden hangers at the foot of my bed, I did what any functioning adult would naturally do: I got drunk and painted half of them. I think in the beginning I had planned on painting all of them, but four Harry Potter movies and a questionable number of Tecates in, I convinced myself that I had really only planned on painting (almost) half of them from the very start. Either way, I'm quite pleased with the result and would encourage anyone with a spare afternoon and a closet full of boring hangers to do the same. Just add Harry Potter and some cheap beer. 

Happy birthday, America!

Always a day late.

berries, blossoms, and bees

I'm not trying to be dramatic or anything, but this may have been the bravest birthday adventure of my life. Not only did I almost step on a snake

 (I may have screamed a little), but Elizabeth and I fought off BEES to get that nice bouquet of lavender you see up there. And when I say bees, I mean a shitton of bees. Like, if you're picturing a nice little lavender bush with a couple of bees buzzing around it, just go ahead and multiply that by about a million. And then picture the two of us knee deep in that bush harvesting lavender like we hang out with bees all day everyday. But again, I'm not trying to be dramatic. I just think people need to know. 

lists on lists on lists

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You know that feeling you get when you buy a brand new notebook and you open it up and see those pristine, blank white pages staring up at you, just waiting, begging even, to be filled with ideas, lists, and whatever else inspires you to put pen to paper? It's one of the best feelings in the world if you ask me. Which I know you didn't but you chose to come here, and I get to make the rules. 

Anyway, that sense of newness and possibility is how I feel every year when my birthday comes around. I literally couldn't care less about New Year's resolutions, but once it's June, I start making lists of things I want to do, places I'd like to see, and crafts I want to sabotage. And, that brings us here. Cause, you see, I may be the world's best list maker (I've got notebooks full of 'em, some with pictures even!) but I'm also the world's worst list completer. Sometimes I lose them, sometimes I just never look at them again, but the main point here is that the majority of the time I never end up finishing anything I start out to do. Up until this point my life has been full of half-finished projects. But I'm determined to fix that. Starting now. 

So here it is, a list of 25 goals that I'm GOING to complete before my 26th birthday. And it's on the internet. So I can't lose it. Or forget about. Or act like it never existed in the first place. 

So, any bets on how long this will last?