Shoktober comes to an end.

trying to buy books with poopy pants

paris does maggie

A Liter or Eel- Eater

time for eel eating.

a dream come true

my life with 7 cats. and introducing the newest fantasy island resident... Bookworm (tippy tippy top).

a summer's end

camping in electric city

even more food!

old homes

i can't sleep. some nights i feel like it's morning, even two weeks into the trip im perpetually jetlagged. tacha's family home here is really beautiful, and really old. over two hundred years. something i have been noticing about old homes is the amount of noise they are capable of making. Before tacha came to france me and brita spent one night alone in this house after tacha's aunt left for the south. After simultaneously getting severally spooked, i could have sworn i heard footsteps on the stairs. me and brita coped with some audio books and sharing a bed with the lights kept on. tonight i'm a bit more on my own, the ladies are sleeping, and i literally can not stop looking over my shoulder. After reading and realizing i wouldn't be able to sleep right away, i of course went down to the kitchen for a midnight snack. since the first night of experiences i have taught myself the ways of keeping the house well lit at night time, so first my bedroom light, the stair light, the hall light, then the kitchen light and reverse order back to my room. Well i made my snack and proceeded up the stairs, filled with my nutella and jelly sandwich and a glass of french (really good) milk, i sat in bed, but began to smell a strong burning odor. With the faint idea that this could be hazardous, i woke tacha up, but she said it was probably an outside light, although im not sure she will remember me waking her in the morning, i began looking for the source of the smell. i couldn't find it, and although the smell has seemed to have vanished as quickly as it appeared, i can't help but be, completely freaked out. The stairs, after falling quiet for tens of minutes, seem to barely be hiding the fact that a presence lurks upon them and the hair standing up on my arms and back of the neck seem to be witness to something invisible to my more depending senses. All just my imagination? god, i hope so. i find small comfort now in paranormal psychology. 

anyway, im going for my third attempt at preoccupying myself into sleep. in my head i will find comfort, as always, in a little room with pictures of people and places i love or would love to see, snuggled in my twin sized bed with my best friend at my side.

cheers to the gone,

maggie

je ne parle francais.

happy summer solstice! been in france for the past three days, staying in st. germain en laye. although my french could use some help, it would be frankly impossible to not be amazed at the architectural beauty of my surroundings. and the goddamn food, i could live here just for that alone. church bells, castles, artwork i have only dreamed of having the privilege of admiring. the pacific northwest will always be my home, but it would be hard to say i'm missing much of the place at the moment, besides of course, my loved ones and my friends. i can only imagine the joy of experiencing this place with you.

always, 

maggie

p.s. for a much more fun/funnier document of my travels here 425pride.blogspot.com

Just watch the whole thing

and try not to be a little bit happier.

(cloudy day coping)

udub

went to a hippy kegger with brita last night in the udistrict.

although most everyone there was an immaculate poser, it was suprisingly fun/ self affirming to be stuffed in a sweaty room with a bunch of trendy buttheads who were going through their hippy revival phase and most likey will be getting mid level corp. jobs in the next couple of years with their uw degrees.

then went to capitol hill dance party at which you cant help but just kind of feel ridiculous.

all in all, im really glad that my friends are who they are, and i am who i am, and that i don't go to udub, and that i dont wear leather pants. amen.

Renovations&Reservations

every once and a while you have one of those days. you wake up after going to bed to late after a week of being a full time student and 40+ hours of waitressing a week, realize you have to leave for work, again, in ten minutes for a double shift, equaling out at about 11 hours, and you just feel like general crap. it's pouring outside and densely gray and the cold sticks to every part of your body, your clothes stay damp for hours after you walked to work in the rain and the tea or coffee you drink to warm up just doesn't taste right. Once you get off work, it's already dark out and you have to slightly force yourself to go out and be social where you just end up feeling awkward and out of place. Walking home defeated and still cold it's hard not to think about things that haven't worked out even if they are completely out of your control, everything once decidedly valid is thrown up in the air and feeling gloomed and doomed seems like your sole option. You go straight to bed with the overwhelming feeling of a shortness of breath and a pain in your chest and head. Days like this can break you apart.

But then you wake up the next morning, and yeah sure you have work again, and school tomorrow, and it's still raining, and you're still cold, but for one reason or another you have got that one thought purposely stuck in your mind. The kind that makes you breathe in too far and your heart beat too fast. When you find yourself secretely smiling behind every corner and realize what a lunatic you must be for the things you thought about the night before. And in the end you know you're generally happy, healthy and in love.

Oh and you also book a plane ticket for France to spend one month this summer with some real great gals. WHAT!?

And drink some chamomile tea w/ lavender and eat biscuits with butter and jam while watching law and order with you dad and your dog.

Life is good.

Good Morning.

brothers

even stormy winter forecasts

have silver linings

pigeons

we've all gotta eat.

cool

sunny day bike rides, park hangs, indian feasts. this false spring is doing me wonders.

what i forgot about mexico

real family fun

shnow

seattle, shnow, sledding, school starting... this guy.