Barre

I love ballet slippers. Not the pointe shoes, the kind that I suspect were originally invented as torture machines, and then given to ballerinas when they were no longer in style. No, I love the soft, buttery leather glove kind. I like the little burn and prickle they give my feet when I'm not wearing tights, and I like the black scuff marks on the bottom that follow the lines of the fold of the leather, looking like a fan of flesh pink delicately colored with charcoal. I like the way they feel like a second skin, and the way they envelop my heel. I like the simple, understated elastic band that keeps them attached to your feet.

I miss using them.

[Originally posted on the blog "Diet Cran Grape, Bitches" by yours truly.]

Snow Snow Snow!

I've drafted many a blog post without finishing, so here's a condensed summary:

1. Lhasa de Sela's death has filled me with a grief that I had not expected. She was a beautiful woman, and conveyed so much with her lyrics and gorgeous singing. She truly had such an ancestral voice within a young body, and her struggle with breast cancer is heart-breaking. I was so looking forward to what was developing at the peak of her career.
2. This morning my brothers and I took our sled and sped down the icy hill by our house. It was lots of fun. They also snuggled with me in my bed this morning. I guess sometimes it's cool to have siblings.
3. This might be due to the fact that I don't have facebook anymore, but I'm totally distanced from everything. Sometimes I forget that I have more than two friends. It gets depressing.
4. Yesterday, Mr. Ross told me something that made my month. I love that man.
   

All I Want for Christmas...

Is for someone to give me a paper to-go cup of coffee on which it is written:

"I like you a latte."

Folding Chair

I'd planned a few insightful comments to put on here, and forgot them all and decided to opt for this instead:

Let’s get a silver bullet trailer and have a baby boy
I’ll safety-pin his clothes all cool and you’ll grafitti up his toys

I’ve got a perfect body, though sometimes I forget
I’ve got a perfect body cause my eyelashes catch my sweat
Yes, they do, they do…

That last bit makes me feel pretty in the most uncomplicated and pure way, especially when sung in Regina's jubilant trill.

Mah Budday

Carl Jung is generally scorned, discredited, or otherwise ignored by the academic community, probably because of the fact that all his writings were so diffuse, nebulous, and contradictory. For some reason, though, I happen to be very fond of the little Swiss crazy-man.

Fiona <3 Jung

The Flying Tomato

I've always had a thing for redheads, for some reason. About four years ago, at the time of the 2006 Winter Olympics, I fell in love at first sight. With whom, you may ask? With Shaun White, adorable snowboarder/surfer/skater from SoCal with X-Games and Olympics medals under his belt, Olympics favorite and sweetheart of the press (who were aware of all the teenage girls swooning over him). I stood in my mom's office, and swore to my parents that somehow, in four years, when I was a junior in high school (it seemed so far away at the time), I would go to the 2010 Vancouver Olympics and bask in the glory that was Shaun White.

I'm not gonna lie, I sort of forgot about him recently after spending 3-ish years obsessing over him. But I looked him up again, and fell in love with him all over again. Dear god, I totally forgot to mention this important fact: I learned to snowboard on a mountain he rode on, which I think is a clear indication that fate decided we were meant to be together.

Anyway, I just realized that the 2010 Winter Olympics were just around the corner, and it had totally slipped my mind. Did you know the torch relay has already started? And with a sinking heart I realize that even though I can afford Olympic tickets to the men's halfpipe event and a plane ticket, I'm probably not even legally allowed to purchase a plane ticket. And I'd probably have to live on the street were I to go anyway because of the fact that hotels were booked out 10 years ago. The middle school-me is sobbing on the inside.

I love the Olympics!

Blanche

• Today we watched Streetcar. I adore Vivien Leigh. Although she's English, I keep getting fooled into thinking that she was raised in a lazy cotton field down here. And, uh, I didn't mind Marlon either. I kept sighing, enraptured, and Grace and Lauren B. kept glancing at me, shaking their heads. "Fiona, you're gonna end up with an abusive husband!" They dont understand that Stanley is not Marlon.
• My phone got soaked and stopped working, so we bought a new one off the internet. It came yesterday. It's broken.
• I really miss Glenn and I haven't spoken to him since the IB picnic.
• Netflix is hatin all up on me and will probably never put the fourth season of the doctor on instant view.