though time moves fast, its not too late.

i am not one for christmas music. in fact, i sort of hate it. i don't usually tell people because the response is always almost as if i killed someone. well... i guess the cat is out of the bag now...

anyway. i came across a christmas song that i actually liked today. it is sort of sad (surprise surprise), but christmas-y non the less.

happy holiday season friends.

why you want to blame me for your troubles.

my room mates and i are compiling photographs taken from the various countries we have traveled to. we are planning on making a collage of these photos on a wall in our apartment. hopefully, it will turn out as awesome as we think...

unfortunately, i have a bad habit of never taking pictures-never. however, i managed to find a few.

below are a couple taken from my favorite place in the whole world, australia.

if i had a boat, i would sail to you.

is what i want always what i cant have.

if i had a boat

breaking at the seams
heaving at the brace
sheets all billowing
the breaking of the day
sea is not my friend
seasons they conspire
still i choose to swim
slip beneath the tide

once i had a dream
once i had a hope
that was yesterday
not so long ago
this is not the end
this is just the world
such a foolish thing
such an honest girl

-james vincent mcmorrow

my oh my

i cant stop watching this....

'go live' preview from Jónsi on Vimeo.

i get world sick everytime i take a stand.

i think i woke up like 10 times last night...this morning i am sharing at an educational conference. my prof and i are co-presenting, which makes me feel less nervous. it is just a bit intimidating to speak in front of people who know a lot about education and have written articles and books!

i let my prof read what i am going to say. he said it was good.... we will see.

fingers are crossed!

we won't have a thing. so we've got nothing to lose.

cold mornings. gray skies. thinking too much. feeling nostalgic.

i mean, what do i? and if i do, perhaps i am myself again.

this is (one of) my favorite poems, spoken by my favorite guy.