First page of the fall archive.

otter party.

Posted by jessica on Jul 4, 2011 with 9 Comments
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You probably already know this, but I’m a little late to the party.
The party where everyone knows that otters hold hands while they sleep so as not to drift away from each other.
Best party ever.
I mean, have you seen otters?
Already adorable.
They have that down.
But otters holding hands?
COME ON.
Otters win, why do I even try?
Even if I managed to convince someone to float down a river with me and fall asleep while doing so (which is a pretty hard sell, I think), and also hold my hand (sounds like an awesome first date, though)–
Well, I still wouldn’t be as adorable as an otter doing all of the above.
And judging from my history, I’d probably fall asleep thinking I was holding hands with an otter and wake up holding hands with a snake.
No, Jess! Impossible! Snakes have no hands.
Good point.
How bout a spider?
Could I wake up holding hands with a spider in this analogy based on my history?
Hmmm. Spiders definitely have appendages, so you’re at least closer, but they don’t have actual hands, so nope. Still impossible.
Fine.
I guess my point is just that not everything that looks like a sea otter is a sea otter.
Like, sometimes a sea otter is a rat?
Precisely.
Which is when you abruptly stop holding its hand.
And then you wait till a real otter comes along.
Sure, if you say so.
I say so.
And then I hold his hand and we don’t drift away?
Right.
Not even when the current gets rough and the water feels cold?
Not even then.
Okay, cool. And thanks.
No problem. You should come to Parties Where Everyone Knows Otters Hold Hands While Sleeping so as Not to Drift Away From Each Other more often.
Oh, I totally plan on it.

Drawing party.

Posted by jessica on Oct 29, 2010 with 2 Comments
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So.
I am not sure what, exactly, my room does while I’m gone, but sometimes when I get home it’s pretty messy.

I will have to look into that.

Tonight a friend invited me to a drawing party. I very excitedly arrived, couldn’t find him, and then very shyly decided to step outside and wait for him, so as not to enter a room full of drawing artists without knowing a soul.

Although, if you had to choose between a room full of drawing artist strangers and a room full of, say, wrestling strangers–I’d say go with the artists. I’d say that every time.

But the night quickly turned from evening to midnight. That’s the kind of thing that happens when you laugh and talk and end up drawing a scene that is entitled ‘How the Finch Stole Fall.’

See, it all started when we were discussing this season’s power to mesmerize us and then Justin said that fall was so fleeting, that it was OVER NEXT WEEK! I capitalized those last three words cause he said it that way, with the finality of a judge who has deemed someone GUILTY. I started laughing and asked him if he was gonna walk around with a vacuum cleaner, sucking up all the leaves until fall was truly OVER NEXT WEEK! And then we kept elaborating, Andrew and Justin and I, until we were laughing so hard and feeling sorry for those leaves who never stood a chance against justin’s Fall Ending Machine.

And then we drew it. Well, Andrew oversaw it. But he let me draw the leaves. It was wonderful.

And then it was midnight.

And now it is even later.

And I get to go horseback riding in the morning! The last time I did this, I almost died, so the bar is set pretty low in terms of what I deem a success. Anything involving horses that doesn’t involve a near-death experience gets put down as rad in my book.

Looking forward to a totally rad morning. And I’m grateful I’m going now, since, you know–fall is OVER NEXT WEEK!

on buying a book.

Posted by jessica on Aug 14, 2010 with 19 Comments
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Yesterday I went to the bookstore to buy a book that my therapist recently told me to read. Actually, what she said was, “Have you read this?” And simultaneously handed me a tiny post-it note with a title scrawled across it. I looked at it and then looked at her and asked, “I assume you’re [...]

what it looks like

Posted by jessica on Oct 20, 2009 with No Comments
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Today looked like this. At least, a part of it did. The mall didn’t, though. That looked more like this awesome unitard that I bought on sale at Lululemon. Hanging on the rack, I could have sworn it was a maternity unitard. But after being convinced that it wasn’t (because really, how many pregnant women [...]

good things. in three words.

Posted by jessica on Oct 1, 2009 with No Comments
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Two days off. Three pretty leaves. Looks like Asheville. Famous for fall. Where I’m going. He’s going too. For a wedding. Betsy and Todd’s. Sounds real nice.

candles and boots and coats and football can only mean one thing

Posted by jessica on Sep 10, 2009 with No Comments
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The air has gotten cooler, haven’t you noticed? And I’m ready. For the fall. I think most of us are, in our own way. Drew has welcomed this new season by watching football whole-heartedly. And even now that exciting and canned theme music with way too much treble is blaring from our speakers as the [...]