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margin_madrigal
14 August 2006 @ 10:34 am
Guess who just found her class ring?

I did!
 
 
margin_madrigal
08 August 2006 @ 03:38 pm
I have a bruise.
On my face.

And it looks like a hickey.

I wish I knew where it came from.
Grrrrr.
 
 
margin_madrigal
30 June 2006 @ 09:54 am
My Brother's Friend: Hey Naomi, Are you weari- Are those boxers?
Me: Absolutely they're boxers.
My Brother's Friend: ....Who.. uh.. whose... uhhh... That's cool.
 
 
margin_madrigal
28 June 2006 @ 11:30 pm
Jessi and I just found ourselves locked out of my house at eleven o'clock at night.

I knew it couldn't be the work of a devious criminal mastermind, though, because none of the distressed damsels in horror movies ever have sunburned, peeling faces or wear painting shirts. (That would be me, obviously. I've never seen Jessi sunburnt, the hussy.)

I was right, too. Hooray house!
 
 
margin_madrigal
26 June 2006 @ 12:11 am
What an awesome yesterday.
 
 
 
margin_madrigal
24 June 2006 @ 01:57 pm
Oh man.

I just saw a button that says "Printmakers do it over and over again."

There are no words to describe how wonderful that is.
None.
 
 
margin_madrigal
15 June 2006 @ 11:24 am
The last time I opened the metal pot coffee-catcher thing for my coffee maker, it had been put away wet a few weeks before and was completely coated in thick, terrifying mold.

Not "Eww, there's mold in the cofeepot" mold, but "AAAAAAH! IT HAS EYES!" mold. \
(We washed it.)


The sad thing is that something about the coffee tastes better now.




PS: Carolina, the fact that you called me about books made my entire day. Honor!
 
 
margin_madrigal
14 June 2006 @ 11:27 pm
It's eleven-thirty at night and a bird is chirping in my back yard. Happily.

Goodness me.

How remarkable.
 
 
margin_madrigal
12 June 2006 @ 03:04 pm
My mother has gone for a few hours, giving me the freedom to wander around in my pajamas. I've been reading Under the Tuscan Sun, which is completely and utterly different from the movie in the best possible way. It's so mellow, perfect for a lazy afternoon with a mug of tea and a golden retriever curled up next to me. There isn't any of that type of cloyig sentimentality that's in the movie's plot, either. Just "We renovated a house in Italy, and the whole experience was interesting." I wish more books paid that kind of loving attention to detail. I love hearing about the little things. I can't see how "Then there was a bullet-ridden car chase!" could ever compare to "Then we picked blackberries and I found a ladybug and we fell asleep in the hammock."

I really want a peaceful, simple life- teaching, writing, family. Coffee with friends and picnics in parks. What's the point of fast-paced everything? That's probably why there has been such friction between my mother and me lately. Everything is intense to her, and if you don't feel the intensity, she'll darn well make you feel it. It's probably good that I've been exposed to it, though, because there are always things like that in life. I like to stick to the belief that when we're presented with a lesson in life, said lesson will continue beating us over the head and getting more obvious until we finally learn it. Maybe this summer will give me the opportunity to deal with this gracefully, and the rest of my life will be serene?

Then again, it's also much easier to think in this way while the house is empty and quiet. My brother will be home soon from camp, all World Cup scores and bent on reenacting goals in the hallway. I'm going to miss having him around next year. We do get along pretty well, overall.

A nap is a beautiful thing.
 
 
margin_madrigal
11 June 2006 @ 01:39 pm
If I don't find a way to get out of my house and away from my mother, I think I'm going to break.