southeast.

more and more i feel like i'm living in the wrong part of town.

im buying this little girl:

i am not a huge pink person... but i kinda like it.

its understated... 

its not Falcor...

but she's like the accompanying side kick type who will lead me to him and then sacrifice herself valiantly when i have to rescue him and it leads to a bloody battle.

she isn't fixed.  and i'm proud... maybe she'll have children then.

and today all i've been doing is listening to stories: hazards of love, eli the barrow boy, peter and the wolf, the emperor and the nightingale... 

i just bought The Mysterious Benedict Society, which i forgot that i'd been looking for until i stumbled upon it.  

(that would be a good requirement for an island shrouded in fog:  you can only find it once your forget your looking for it).

or maybe that would be a good requirement for a book: which is exactly what happened.

i wanted it originally because Carson Ellis did all the illustrations... and since I cannot afford her prints I should take advantage of this tangible piece of artwork.

but now i'm more intrigued because it is a new york times best seller and has been compared to roald dahl and lemony snicket or a new more sophisticated harry potter.

i'm totally in the mood for a read like that.

i've been rereading The Time Travelers wife... and its whimsical... but i want something fresh... 

Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close is supposed to be next but i think i'm going to swap it.

Then the History of Love.

i'm really excited for all of this.

but i can't keep my head in the clouds too long because i need to find a job.

i'm sorta stressed out because of how few are available right now.

no one is hiring. sighhh