A little song for thought--

"Stars shinin' bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"
Bird singin' in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me

Say "nightie night" and kiss me
Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me
While I'm alone and blue as can be
Dream a little dream of me

Stars fading but I linger on, dear
Still craving your kiss
I'm longin' to linger 'til dawn, dear
Just sayin' this...

Sweet dreams 'til sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me"

The Morning Where there Was No Coffee...and a tiara?!?

I go to school

I work two jobs

I micro-manage a life in the career-less.

I'm slightly penny-less and my stress level...well I don't think it's in a "level' anymore

Last night I didn't get out of work until 1:30 am and then my head didn't see a pillow until 4:00 am. I think sometimes Forever21 will literally have me...Forever. However last night my manager made me wear a tiara for the first two hours. Which honestly if you knew me...a tiara isn't funny and it definately doesn't fit that whole "Tortured Artist" persona that I can help but emulate and be the poster child of. Well I can't help it...my mom almost died and I have had more traumatic incidents in the past year than I could have ever imagined when I was 17 speaking in front of my peers saying I was "okay" I got through the worst of it. Anyways...the tiara. I think believing in fairy tales...is nice, I mean the best thing in my life is my real prince charming (boyfriend), so I can't say I am against the fairy-tale notion. However, what I don't like is when we carry this fable of the "lady in distress" and that he will come and save us. I believe as women we should know first how to save ourselves before putting all our hopes, dreams and future's into the hands of a man that may never come. Also I am completely against the material world -- which I know is a complete contradiction living in Los Angeles because on the surface L.A. is known for being completely commercialized. Which is kind of why I felt mocked when my manager made me wear a tiara at work. Seeing as I am quite notorious for not dressing up or being the most fashion forward in the store. Anyways-- my point-- I felt mocked. It wasn't okay.

It's kind of amazing.

My mother used to always tell me growing up whenever I had problems fitting in socially this one little phrase but tweak it slightly to fit my age.

So, in middle school it was "Katy, it's okay... you were meant for high school... you will have so much fun in high school these years are rough for everyone so just wait until high school, you'll see"

Then came high school-- that was slightly better, but still her advice "Katy you are going to thrive in college, just get through high school , your going to have so much fun in college"

do you see a pattern? because it's still continuing and I'm in my second college.

A. B. C.

Love,

///The Awkward Turtle///

Where have you been my Love?

Answer: "Dying among the city of angels"

It's cliche to say "I'm back" and more fierce then before, but in some regard that is far from true. There's this whole theory that you starve for your art, but I think I've become ravanous for it. Only to be stood up for the likes of other's opinions, ramblings and pity. However, I know once the image, the moment, the feeling and the angst that I had once sewn into my womb was now released; adoptions sprouting everywhere.

oh art, where have you been my love?