SCRUB - A - DUB - DUB

So. Hello all. I thought a lot today so uhm... I'm deeply sorry for yet another rambly post. Skip ahead if you'd like.

First things first, I attended my grandmother's friend's memorial service in the morning. I don't really remember much about her, but I do remember her encouraging my sister and I to eat! eat! eat! more food, and her exclaiming about how tall we've grown. I remember her kindness better than her face... which I suppose is a good thing. The service was okay; it didn't really hit me until I saw her face in the open casket and saw all the relatives up close and crying. My mom did too, which made made throat tight and well. It felt pretty surreal. May she rest well in peace, uhm, wherever she is.

Anyway, that got me thinking about death and how it was so ingrained in our lives but how it happens to just everyone. It's sort of like a guaranteed tragic ending to every person. I mean, death isn't always tragic, but you know what I mean. And at first it felt unfair that it was bound to happen, but then I thought about how there are so many happy things that are bound to happen to. And I know this sounds really cliche and boring and obvious, but well. I thought of it today. Life is basically a random jumble of pretty much equal parts of good and bad, and no matter what century we are in, or where we live, or whatever, I think it's all about the same. So, that makes it incredibly important that we make it a little better for ourselves, other people, and the world. And even though in the long run no one really cares that you thanked the man in the blue cap who help open the door for you, I like to think that it makes up for a bruise on that man's life. So today I thanked a man who helped me clear my table.

Sorry to get philosophical on everyone... heh. Back to normal speak.

We went to Costa Mesa today and saw a yard sale, and I squealed because your trash is most likely my treasure. We walked over and I FOUND OLD-SCHOOL CAMERAS. YES. I got the Pentax Spotmatic and two lenses with it for $35 and I am HAPPY. Knowing my mom took a photography class in college, I asked about her experience with it. She said that the whole semester, she and a friend did a project on these people in Hawaii living on the beach. No jobs, nothing fixed, just every single day out on the beach. They lived in tents, had children, and peed in a hole in the sand. My mom and her friend took pictures of them, and eventually became friends. She said they even had parties out there with them. Her teacher loved her photos and kept them. She said she'll dig up the photos and let me see. When she told me that story, I totally had newfound respect for my mom. And a new perspective on her as a person. She seemed young and daring, artistic, happy, and well. Hippie-like. I think I would've liked to see her then. Anyway, she really inspired me and I definitely must find time to play with my camera.

And the reason I don't have much time to fool around with Lawrence (his name) is because I've been cleaning my room like mad. I don't know what's wrong with me. I usually avoid cleaning like the plague because I'm lazy, so it actually gets pretty messy, but now I know the real reason why I don't clean. It's because I'm INSANE. When I get started cleaning, I get really really REALLY meticulous and clean EVERYTHING and organize EVERYTHING and rearrange EVERYTHING. And I'm blessed with a lot of stuff: clothes, bags, scarves, yarn, beads, chinese knotting string, books, etc. etc. and just. I actually took out like half of my tiny beads and rearranged them so they saved space and weren't all mixed up. AND I'm tired of cleaning, because I've been scrubbing along for like 4 days but I can't stop. It must get clean.

It's ridiculous.

Anyhoo, I think I'm done rambling. An apology to all for the lack of fashion input, lookbook pics, art, everything, recently. I will get brilliant, mind-ripping stuff to you all eventually... and quit boring you with my long rambly thoughts. But first, I must clean.

Scrub-a-dub-dub....

Now Playing: Everything's Gonna Be Alright - Sweetbox

Btw, I think this is by far the most text-heavy thing I've ever written on my blog. I shall give myself a pat on the back.

Have a shining day everyone! :)