For myself.

Even though I've been buying and wearing size 6 1/2 shoes since I was fifteen, it's taken me an awful long while to say, "oh, I wear a shoe size 6 1/2". Sometimes I feel like maybe there's a size 6 1/2 shoe that wont fit me for some reason, and so I'll have to get a 6 or a 7. Though, this has never happened.

Today I'm down inside. A lot of games are being played in my head and really I'd like to just shut all those games off and take a nap. I layed down on my floor and picked up a pretty red shoe and thought, "Why did you ever buy this shoe? You do not need this shoe." I looked at the bottom and saw signs of wear or maybe just signs of a girl who doesn't know how to pick up her feet when she walks. In the middle of a small black patch that had not been worn down was "6 1/2".

Today I realized something about my shoe size. It is, and always will be a 6 1/2. More than this, there is a large firm ground that I'm refusing to stand on. A mound that is called by my name, but I'm just standing over by a tree in the distance, looking at it, wondering how I get there.

New Blog

The Magbooth (magnolia photo booth co.), the company i work for, has a new blog! I will be updating it and posting things here and there to do with all kinds of interesting stuff, so you should follow us!

If you could please follow magbooth.blogspot.com, that would be awesome!

p.s. i brought beatrice to work today :)

Halloween!

At Grandma's House.

I've been laying in bed with my Grandma all day, every day. It has been wonderful. My Grandpa informed me that this very southern style northern floridan town is known as L.A. (lower alabama), since all the people are very different from what you would find 45 minutes away in Destin.

I took a few pictures today of the house and its surroundings. I'll post some when I get back home. Today we left the house to get my Grandma's perscription filled and I got to drive her around. Because of her medication she can not drive. Before she would NEVER let me drive. I'm very thankful for the job that I have and the fact that I'm able to get off of work to see my Grandma. I love her more than anything. Ever.

Also, I'm not going to be a raccoon anymore for Halloween. Instead I've gotten fabric for a fox.

I'm thinking this week will end up being a symbol for something larger. For a period in my life that is going to be hard, but one that will allow me to grow into the adulthood I'm finding myself in.

Goodbye, Moto Photo

Today is OFFICIALLY my last day at Moto Photo. From now on, its all the Magbooth.

I will miss Ashley and Kyle. There are things I'll miss about Christine. But I'll still be comin around.

Show coming up: November 28th at Skull Alley. It's a benefit show for Skull alley. There will be a few bands, including myself and also four poets. So thats that. I'll need to write more material. In the meantime I'm also going to be trying to get my office painted so that I can get all my things situated and start recording for good versions of my new songs.

Also, I found this today and its so rad. So so rad. www.Whatisblik.com Im'a have to get a few of these.

Also, my ideas for my raccoon costume are coming along GREAT. I'll be posting pictures of the parts as I make them.

you know, just doin that day to day hustle and given you fine folks something pointless to read.

This is how it went.

Today while piling out of cars and gathering up our freshly picked pumpkins, all of our attentions were brought to the pitchy bark of a small hound being walked across the street. I glanced up, saw a man and a woman, saw two dogs, each in the hand of man and woman. My senses were overtaken by the hound, i heard it, i watched it, and I just kept thinking about that hound. What seems like several minutes later, though it couldnt have been I looked back up at these people walking their hounds across the street and recognized one. My mother. I looked back up in the first place because I heard her voice, and its not a voice I'll ever be able to forget. She said to either joey, or patrick, or vikki, or someONE, that this is her dog ladybird. Thats my mom.

What was my first reaction? To hide. And pull jesse in with me, as a warning: "Thats my mother."

"Are you sure?"

"YES"

So, today I saw my mother, and my mother either didn't see me, which is impossible, or didn't recognize who I was. Or was just as scared as I was.

I played my first show last night.

This is one of the songs I played. I was gonna put more on here but OMG it takes forever to post a video.

So, it went alright, and I was very proud of myself.