i'm waiting for you

both from here

 i'm not in the best mood right now.

tired, migraine-y, and dreading an early morning wake up tomorrow.

but it's to go on a day trip to Aix-en-Provence,

a pretty old city that's a few hours from here by bus.

it'll be worth it.

just right now, i'm not feeling it.

i'm not feeling anything.

i wish b was going to be home when i get home,

waiting for me at the airport, arms open wide.

tomorrow, i’m sure it’ll all be fine.

i’ll be happy and optimistic and back to my normal self.

i’ll post a happy little post, with travel pictures and everything.

so don’t even worry.

until then,

-wildchild

happy birthday biker chick

i don't really understand how it's already 10 pm.

i'm absolutely exhausted.

i'm looking forward to just crawling into bed and passing out.

the only thing is, it's my little sister's birthday.

her 16th birthday!

so i'm up waiting for her to get home from a birthday shopping spree so she can show me her new 16 year old clothes on skype.

cause that's what best friend sisters do.

but while I wait, I will make a little shrine to my sister, jessa, on the here.

comprised solely of pictures I could find on my computer in a matter of 5 minutes,

here we are.

some of these are from the summer before I went into college.

4 years ago.

homegirl, we need a photo session stat.

like, as soon as I get home.

so the two of us in our (kind of) grown up glory can be documented.

and sadly, for now, this is all we get.

little skype shots of summer tans and summer hair.

I’ll be there to show up your tan in t-minus 3 and a half weeks.

don’t even worry.

homegirl, I hope you’re having the most wonderful birthday.

[even without me]

I can’t believe you’re so old, but I like it cause it means we’re that much closer to being next door neighbors in a small town in Texas someday.

you’re so pretty and so smart and sassy and strong and

I’m super proud of the woman you’re becoming.

I love you so much.

happy happy birthday!!!

oh, and here’s a little shout out to my big brother, who’s also had a birthday recently, but I didn’t have the time to make him a post of his own.

love you too dude :]

have fun at the family party without me tonight, y’all.

and thanks for putting up with a family post, blog world.

thanks to all, and to all, a good night.

-wildchild

boom boom pow

it's 10 pm on the 4th of July and there are no fireworks.

no parades, no red, white & blue star spangled flags, no barbeques, or face paint.

but i do have a thunderstorm, country music (which is as American as you can get), a red, white & blue outfit, speculoo cookies, and thoughts of a tattoo.

so i guess that's as close as i'm gonna get over here.

there's also a photo of my boyfriend in his dress blues in front of a flag next to my bed.

my man in uniform.

i love America.

i love the fact that our military is comprised of men and women who made a choice and a vow to defend our country.

thank you to my dad, grandpa, brother, uncles, a bunch of friends, b, and everyone else in the military for being strong and brave enough to do just that.

i love that we're free.

i can vote whichever way i want, believe whatever i wanna believe, say whatever i wanna say, all that.

yeah, i may get some shit for it from a few people, but that's it.

and since when have i cared what people think?

i also love that America has Pandora, Netflix, and 92.5 WBEE.

i'm getting mighty sick of the music on my computer and paying $4 for No Strings Attached on iTunes was a hard decision to make.

and only my hometown people will understand, but i miss the Bee Morning Coffee Club :(

there's a zillion more reasons why i love America, but they all pretty much revolve around food.

soooo i'll just leave you with my favorite patriotic photo, taken last summer at the end of boot camp:

have fun celebrating today, everyone!

go to a barbeque and ooh and aah at the fireworks for me pretty please :)

and don't take it for granted.

happy independence day!

-wildchild

saturday morning

“happy. just in my swim shorts, barefooted, wild-haired, in the red fire dark, singing, swigging wine, spitting, jumping, running- that’s the way to live.”

-Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums

image from here

my oh my

inspired a little bit by this post, by this charming, witty, and pretty woman,

today's post will be comprised of love letters.

probably a few un-love ones too, just cause sometimes, i'm sassy.

dear seagull,

    what the junk. i'm sitting right here. stop getting so close to me that i'm afraid i'm gonna get bird flu and go find your own bench with a scenic view.

dear little sister,

  i understand that i’m just so cool that you want to be just like me, but this was my hair first. go get your own image. and personality. and taste in clothes. actually, not that last one. that one makes shopping for you easy.

dear hotstuff,

   thank you for shaving that thing off your face. this is the one i’ve been missing.

dear french people,

  you are just so quaint with your shutters and flower boxes and clothes drying on the line outside your window. a little cliché, but quaint.  this is one little styling tip I will be taking home.

dear budget,

  i’m used to being a poor college student. and i love me some italian food. but noodles and butter for every meal this week is taking things a little too far. it’s time to splurge on a nice meal out.

dear god,

  you done good. thank you.

last, but my oh my, not least:

dear bed,

  i’m coming back now. don’t even worry your comfy little head.

love love love,

-wildchild