Don’t ever watch the movie, Boxing Helena. There is an obvious reason why this is the only movie that Jennifer (daughter of David) Lynch ever made. It’s awful!
Other than that 107 minute mistake, Easter Sunday has been real. I’m full of veggie chile and feelin’ fine.
We went graffiti hunting this afternoon (see candycorn), then out for some beers, which reminded me that:
You can take the girl out of Austin, but you can’t take the Austin out of the girl.
Or something like that.
It’s hard starting over in a place I’ve already lived. It’s hard coming back to the things I love, only to see them in a new but often heartbreaking light. It’s hard seeing myself from Austin’s shoes, ’cause sometimes I don’t like what I see.
It reminds me that I have a lot of growing up to do, and that’s just a little too much reality for an Easter Sunday!
Also reminds me that beers with friends on an orphan holiday is the best!
New musical discovery today: Sondre Lerche. (Thanks, Steph!)
Also, made my own granola out of
soy nuts
sultanas
dried apples
apple sauce
honey
pretzels
It was mostly successful but a little soft. Note to self: next time, be patient and keep it in the oven extra long!
The first of many adornments to my iBook, a Gama Go sticker:
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