I Want Out...

Basically,
I've only one thing to say.
I'm tired of this one-horse town.
I want out.
I want to see people. Places. Things other than farms and the regular small town jazz.
People watching is one of my favorite things to do...
And frankly, I've seen all the people here, most of them more than once
Heck, I know half of their names!

Don't get me wrong, this is a cute, quaint little town. It has its perks...
But it's not for me. I want to see more than my corner of the world...wait, I don't even know if it's my corner, because I don't really want to be here anymore.
I'm sort of tired of the same old same old, day after day, things. Around here, if a neighbor's pet runs away...we hear about it for weeks, sometimes months. "Oh poor Mrs. VanderHook's puppy got out a few months ago. We better keep Spot here tied up for a while so he doesn't run away too!"
Yes, I'm aware that Mrs. V's little hound ran away, but I knew when it happened. Everyone knew when it happened. Doesn't mean it's going to happen to us.
Why must people in small towns get into everyone else's business? I just don't understand.
If someone is having a problem, and they ask for help, so be it. Hey, do whatever you can to help them.
But come on.
EVERYONE knows EVERYONE's problems around here.
The local 'Bad Boys' ( aka, the one's who wear black clothing and have earrings, and DON'T enjoy school) were lurking around the community tee ball picnic. Call the cops! Better yet, just have all the tee ball coaches and the big burly tee ball dads chase them off with menacing looks.
THEN, let's all talk about it for a YEAR afterward.
Anyone know the feeling?
I just want to have an adventure.
One where I don't have to ask my parents for permission.
Where I can just go somewhere, where no one knows my name or my business unless I tell it to them.
Where I don't get stuck going 10 miles an hour down the road because the farmer's combine is in front of me, for the second time this week.
Where tractors pulling trailers full of crops don't pull into the parking lot of Family Fare (the only grocery store in town), and the farmer doesn't step out of them still clad in their flannel shirts and manure-covered boots, while the tractor waits patiently in the lot for its driver to return.
Where I can wear something vintage or *gasp* even slightly high fashion, and no one tells me I look weird or silently judges me while giving me a disapproving look for breaking the local implied dress code.
Where thrift shopping can be a hobby or shared activity, not something that the local preps turn up their snouts at because the used clothing wasn't bought at the mall a half hour away and doesn't have a logo stamped on it for all to see.

I just want to go. See more of this beautiful world.
There's so much more out there, I can feel it. It's calling me.
If only I had the opportunity, or the permission. I would jump at it in a heartbeat.
For now, I just have to rely on this little thing called the internet (it's sort of a special term for the older residents, they say it with emphasis.) to start dreaming and planning my little adventure.

Letters are better...

I think I am going to write myself a letter.
I won't open it until i turn 27, ten years from now.
I want to be able to look back on this time in my life so I can always know how good I have it.
Certainly I'm not the first or last to do this, but I think it's a wonderful idea.
I might even post it on here when I am finished,
or at least parts of it.
Well, I'm off to be a scribe for myself
Lollipops and gumdrops,
Just me.

Source(http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2021/2178999260_4180de928e.jpg)

Flowers = Love?

I just discovered these spectacular bouquets made from Vintage flower jewelry.

How amazingly beautiful are they? They were originally used as a bouquet in a wedding for a more off-beat bride, but they would be fabulous anywhere in the home. I would show mine off to anyone who listened.

I'd just carry the thing around with me wherever i went. I'm going to start adding to my collection of these beauties so I can make one of my own soon!

SOURCES: Google Images

Flowers and Eiffel Towers,

Just that girl

Do you feel it?

Why is it that the simplest things can make me so happy?

Don't get me wrong, the more complex things in our world are wonderful [internet, iPods, microwave ovens, etc.], but they can't seem to make me as happy as a daisy, or a smooth piece of chocolate, or a lovely print on a piece of fabric, or even smiling at a stranger.

It's so easy for everyone to get caught up in "the rush" of life, and never slow down and look around. How many times have you looked back and wished you had done something differently? I know I can't even count that high. So I decided to make a change in my life and begin to stop and notice my surroundings, to appreciate things for the way they are.

Anything around me could be the inspiration I'm starving for.

Inspiration is my everything.

So why not keep looking for it?

Looking out my window, the sun is halfway down in the sky, ready to begin setting. It's so bright that I can't even look out for long without hurting my eyes, but it's so beautiful. That's what I feel like when I've been inspired. Like a giant ray of sunshine is radiating through me, and I have to find some way to let it out. I like to let that inspiration swirl around in my head for a while, then turn it into something beautiful.

For example, I've been inspired by looking at some beautiful photographs of simple displays that just make my heart soar. Such as this one:

[I don't own it, I got it off of Flickr]

But it makes me want to go reorganize some of my pretty things into a display like this.

And so with that, I think i will.

Birthday cakes and snowflakes,
Just another girl.

Addiction?

I think I'm addicted to thrift shopping. Literally.
I went into Valueland yesterday to find some dress up clothes for my art piece that I mentioned last week, and I ended up spending over $20 on....stuff. I did get two little dresses for the clothes, but I came out of there with a fabulous little heart shaped box covered in a vintage print, a little handmade orange horse toy, some teacups and saucers, and some amazing old books. One of them was printed in 1926! How fascinating is that? It's in great condition too. Score.
But honestly, I can't go into a thrift store without finding one or two things minimun to buy. I think it's kind of funny, my sister thinks I'm weird, and my mother thinks I'm too old for my almost 17 year old body. That makes me smile a little.
Well I have reached my time limit for today. I have so much more to say, but I have to sign off until tomorrow.
Take flight and goodnight,
Just another happy girl.

My psychology teacher showed this to our class today.
I think this boy is spectacular, and I can't get enough of watching his videos!

http://www.youtube.com/watch#playnext=1&playnext_from=TL&videos=IhO5O1xDjGg&v=9wceKiDBjFM


Ladybugs and coffee mugs,

Dear Me,

I'm feeling extremely inspired today
I just spent almost an hour gazing at Loveology, my new favorite place to go in the entire webworld.
It's wonderful.
It's pretty much anything and everything I like.
I find myself wishing that I wasn't American,
Americans tend to have a bad reputation, and I wish it wasn't so
I admire the proper behavior and carefree spirit of the European culture [that I've been exposed to, at least]
I'm sitting here trying to come up with ideas for my next art project: involving an old, red suitcase, some beautiful fake flowers, some old junk from this lovely junk shop named Phil's Stuff, and possibly a teacup.
I just realized that almost all of my sentences have begun with an "I"
Oh well =]
I'm going to go have some fun wading through all this inspiration fluttering around in my head
Love and Teacups xxx