Keeping my inner child satiated

Today was difficult. Not emotionally, merely physically. Last night I stayed at a friend's house with a few other girls, and one of them forgot their sleeping pills, and therefore was awake all night. Because she and I are such close friends, I stayed up with her, much to the chagrin of everyone else there. I think that I eventually drifted into slumber around 6 or 7 in the morning. 

I woke up at ten, it could have been worse. After that, however, I had to go out to the Secretary of State and renew my driving permit, even though I despise driving and ultimately want to end up living in a city where I don't have to. The wait was incredibly long, and I didn't have any food in my stomach, due to the fact that I waited so long to wake up. I eventually ate at 2, and I can honestly tell you that that meal of a bagel with butter and dusted with garlic dipped in spaghetti sauce was the best concoction in the entire world to me at that moment. I mean, I like it anyways, because there's garlic and spaghetti sauce, but you know what I mean. 

After lunch, I was sent to the laundromat to put in a load, and once I arrived home from there I was promptly put to work cleaning. And once the cleaning was done, I went and sat through a play, written by local playwright Scott Philips, so I got to end my tiring day with a nice laugh. Thanks Scott. :)

 Out in my yard, I have an array of flowers blooming. As a surprise for Leah, I'm pressing some of them for her. (It's okay, she doesn't read this blog. She doesn't even have internet!)

 Here are her lovely flowers again. I'm going to steal a few other blossoms from a well-endowed tree next door, to add to this collection. I'll keep you updated on my scavenging!

 And here's an "artsy" closeup...aka I have a crappy camera, but I love it anyway.

 I got a large box of old Christmas stuff from my friend, Ashley, last night. This beautiful star garland was in it. It reminds me of how in kindergarten and first grade, they would make halos out of this stuff and sell them to us for fifty cents each. I remember, I was always so jealous of all of the lucky girls who wore them so proudly. My family wasn't in the best of financial straits back then, so every penny counted, and I couldn't be spared the money to buy one. Needless to say, even at age 18, when I found this garland, I was completely overjoyed, as well as inspired.

 I also found four random boxes, and due to my boredom decided to write random things on the tops of them. Pardon my language on this one. I just had to.

 Random hipster thing. I guess. That's why I added the heart. I can't deny that I'm a little bit of a hipster, and though the word carries a lot of negative connotation, I don't think that it's a bad thing.

 This is the point where you get to decide whether this box is being shockingly devious or plainly boring.

 Not the truth, but I couldn't think of anything good for this one.

 Here they are, all jumbled together. Don't they just look like they're organizing a revolution?

 Tada! I made my star halo! It makes my inner child very happy.

Here I am, in my lovely halo. For some reason, I always make that face when I take pictures of myself. I'm not entirely sure why.