I'm still sticking with what I have decided about hipsters, though- there are good ones, it just takes a whole lot of sifting through the masses to get one that isn't just nice, but makes me laugh, isn't just funny but also nice, and isn't arrogant but still possess some shred of self confidence. So.
Despite all of that, let's for one second not mistake that all for thinking my life is remotely exciting because I did spend most of the week in bed without pants on with my laptop, Downton Abbey, and the short story that is both my baby and enemy. That's basically the dreamiest way to spend time and once I am absorbed into my sheets, I will make every excuse in the book not to be social or leave for any reason at all.
THANK YOU for your support and kind words about Seattle! I didn't even think to say that if anyone lives in or around Seattle and knows of lots of fun (and cheap!) things to do, please let me know so I can send you an email! Or, you know, if you want to hang out because that'd be pretty snazzy, too.
Meanwhile, I've spent enough time saying almost nothing about nothing, and I need to save my writing powers for this short story. I'm telling you. It is the death of me and also the life of me that I do it the way I need it to be written.
a favorite kind of friend came to visit me on her trek across the country
and of course i abused my right to show her my favorite places in missoula
by eating a lot of food.
self explanatory but the most damage done was my bank account.
and you know, that's fixable.
alright so i don't know the guy in this picture OR the girl who took a photo of it,
but i saw this kid on campus and seriously tried to sneak a picture
instead of doing the brave and noble thing by asking if i could actually do it.
i'm so glad kristinep_photo did and that i found this randomly
while cruisin' the #missoula hashtag. but yes, ladies and gents.
this happened on my campus.
i think i should go for zombie and cowboy hat wearing missoulians
instead of hipsters now?
writing. writing. writing.