a haircut.

To start things off I got a new haircut! It's on of those things I always do spontaneously. The best way for me to describe my new do is: The haircut chicks in movies get when they get really pissed of and want to go kick some ones butt. For example Jennifer Lopez in Enough. I love it!

So I am sitting in my favorite room in the house: the front porch. I am sitting in a wicker chair with my feet propped up on my brothers guitar case sipping my coffee out of my favorite mug that I saved from being trashed. It is a great mug. I truly believe that this mug was made for me. Here is the story:

At the ceramic studio at school there was this old rusty looking teal mug. It is made out of coils and has a weird shape. The mug sat on the shelf alone. For the whole year I looked at the mug and even went to hold it to see if it fit into my hands. Well this mug is not perfectly round. But it fits perfectly into my hands. The mug fits into my grip. Then there is a perfect little spout to put your mouth at. The handle is small, but the way I hold it is PERFECT for that handle. I finally realized I needed that mug. So I went to my professor, who noticed that I was yearning for this mug, and he said take it! So I reglazed it to fill up the sad little holes, and I was praying it would hold liquid. It did. Now I drink coffee out of my favorite mug every morning so happy that I found it.

Today I am going to this great festival called Artscape. It is a blast. A huge music festival and art festival on the streets of Baltimore. I am excited to go and see the fellow artists and hope to find some treasures.

Hold on a second I need to refill my empty mug.

Today i look for new glasses!

So I read a blog this morning about our hearts. It made me think about my heart. About the hopes and dreams and the secrets of my heart. What I don't get is that your heart holds many of those secrets from you yourself. Which makes it very difficult to know who you are. I finally feel like I am starting to know me the real me. Well of course I don't know who I am fully. I am 19 years old and only been through about 1/3 of the tramatic experiences that I am sure I am going to go through in my life. But I really think I am starting to learn myself and the objections of my heart and the wants of my heart and the fears of my heart. The heart is a scary place. The truth is there.

Well that is it for today. I am going to get ready for my day. We will talk again soon.