December 2011
17 posts
I want purpose to my day again; Seattle meant purpose. Seattle meant productivity. But here, I just feel like everything is crawling by so slowly. Maybe I’ve forgotten how to enjoy myself, and luxuriate in the nothingness. I am bored, and wish that I wasn’t. My stop motion film is not as good as I had hoped. My other film is not nearly close to being done. I have scholarship essays to...
Small pleasures
Biting down on a peppercorn that was floating around in your soup, and feeling that wonderful sensation in your mouth and nose as the burning of pepper invades your senses.
Having an extra 2 feet of width in your mattress to stretch out on.
Hearing your bratty little brother say “I love you” when he’s on his way to bed.
Seeing the blue sky at last.
I highly recommend that you listen to the whole...
Calvin
I know you’re reading this.
We all think it’s cheating that you read our blogs and don’t have a blog yourself.
Also, don’t harass my fish. He just doesn’t like you. Get over it.
Are you going to enter anything in the Seattle International Film Festival?
Love, Hobbes
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