let lemons be angry

I don't want to be anywhere else but here.

Today was all about rushing around in my impractical darling shoes to get clothes, stockings (pink!), lights, wires, plugs, makeup, and mothers. Zihan's lightup of the alley was Perfect, the mothers were sweet cooperative creatures, and the product was very ms.

This week was all about camping in the computer lab, planning life five hours at a time, and contemplating male models in boxers and high socks. Term is coming to an end but I feel like school life is only just beginning, with flower-field projects and whispers in the corridor, and the old ones acting like kids. There was surprise rain, and new music to live for, and established dreams. Space to wonder, and time to smile. Conversations to take note of and hang up on the wall. This week I was also april-fooled by one dear unfunny friend who pretended to be leaving for australia next month to study. And not in jest, another friend who really is leaving for australia soon and very soon. Coincidences collide at double speed in weeks such as these.

This past month of march has been much better than february. I break it down logically, and deduce that I'm doing the right things now. And so I construct a world I'm thankful to God for beyond basic relief, which I don't plan to take leave of.

I delight in His safe pastures and want no other playground.