A pink bubble wish that came true

Just an hour and a half after I made my wish, I got a knock at the door. Oh, I totally had the moment of looking at it, wide eyed and thinking, "Holy crap, did it come true?" In a way, it was better. Two friends of mine, Autumn and David, were stopping off to say hey and that Autumn was heading home for the weekend. Then David hands me a rose and a bag from himself and his wife, Erica, and says happy Valentine's day.

Sometimes, friends who love you like family are better than any boy. Now I have two roses (One from my RA) and some chocolates. My daddy used to always get me something for Valentine's day, and this more than makes up for that.

Pink bubble wishes

So I just recently came to terms with the idea of a shorter blog post. I think this is going to be one of those.

I realized just a second ago that if I could be given a perfect moment, I know exactly what I would want. I'd want to hear a knock at the door and open it to find my crush standing there, maybe with a flower or something, and invite me to dinner or to spend time with him tomorrow. I think right now, right at this state, that would be my perfect moment.

Oops

I really need to start updating this more often. Well, Christmas did show up and then I had two conferences, one of which I will be blogging about later. Still, I glanced at my blog, saw that I had gotten really excited about ISP and said "Well, darn. I need to tell the 3.7 people who read my blog that I'm not going."

That's right. I'm not going. I lost funding, couldn't feel comfortable with where I was going and what I was doing, and realized that I really did need to stay here and take some classes. Plus, a good pair of friends of mine are getting married, and if I had gone, I would have missed their wedding. Not good!

My truck also almost died. Yeah. Buddy says to me, "Hey, don't take it in. I'll teach you to replace the oil." In his defense, I do now know how to change my own oil. I also know what not to do and how to change my transmission fluid. Thanks, Rick.

Single again. Don't know if I told y'all that I was dating. Still, it's for the best all around. Oh, hey, I should get ready for class. See you guys real soon!

Summer drabble

So I remembered this little drabble that I worked on a little while ago. I'm still not sure if I'm going to expound on it at all, but hey. It's fun and kind of random.

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She could feel her skin slowly start to burn as she moved down the street under July’s hot sun. Sweat beaded on her forehead only to drip down into narrowed eyes. She wished for something to shield her from the heat- a tube of sunscreen, some shade, even an umbrella. The press of a cold, twelve ounce can against the back of her neck caused her to jump. A man laughed, breaking the self-imposed silence that buzzed in her ears. Suddenly, she could hear it again- the hum of conversations, the toll of bells that was children’s laughter, and the many sounds of machinery that made this fair run like one smoothly oiled engine rather than several parts of chaos.

She reached for the soda and the light caught her eye, causing a wince. Blue eyes glanced back up, this time from a slightly different angle. The man looked as well. There were no bright colors to this tent. No carnie beckoned outside, no hawker of wares, nothing showed the reason for this dark tent beyond a simple sign pinned to the entrance. “We’ve been waiting for you,” it said in its simple block letters. “Come to see what we have for you.”

A shift of bodies. She pressed closer to the man, unconsciously, even as he put an arm around her. At the same time, they both felt the draw, the pull of this possibly wondrous place.

No time to say goodbye- Hello!

All right, then. You've managed to find my blog and thus, my intro post. Very good. Very good indeed. Contained herein will be in process bits of work, happenings in my life, and other nonsense and fluff. My name is Heather. I am an artist. My medium is the English language.