decorating thoughts

i've been doing a little research on what makes a great room great (yes, watching HGTV non-stop from after work until 1 AM counts as "Research") and i've come to believe it is A) all in the details (duh!) and B) the most important detail is the artwork. i would love to be able to afford real artwork, even local artwork, especially self-portraits other than my own...but, i can't. even as an artist, it's one of those things i have trouble spending dough on (unlike, everything else i buy to decorate a room...). why, i don't know. will have to think on that more later. but, what i DO know is that i need to start making some art for our space to be decorated with instead of just thinking of art that would look great in our space, only to forget the idea before i make it. i don't know if this is feasible before the housewarming party, because i think it's something that's probably best done after you have furniture and other things all in place...plus, it takes time (despite what TLC and HGTV and DIY and all those other networks might lead you to believe)...plus, even when doing it yourself, it still takes *some* money. i wonder if the idea is just to make art when you feel inspired/have some cash and THEN decide where to put it. if it doesn't match, then re-do the room. ha ha. just kidding. if it doesn't match, give it away... ?

grow up!

i don't like adults who:

• have long hair
• talk to, smile at or otherwise try to engage random strangers in public places, i.e. the train or elevators
• run/walk fast

if you do any of these things, please quit it and start acting like an adult. thank you.

every day should be harpoonfest day

even though it's raining (of course it's raining!), mark and i will [finally] be attending harpoonfest--i mean, "The Harpoon Summer Session"--together for the first time TONIGHT. will this be the end? or will it be the beginning of something very, very beautiful?

why so quiet?

if anyone read this blog, they might've noticed i haven't written anything in a while. as i once explained to a loved one of mine: the only time i'm quiet is when something is seriously wrong.

i guess i just don't see the point of talking about stuff that there's no solution to.

it is odd--however--that i met, fell in love with and am now seriously committed to a person who actually thinks by Talking Out Loud. does anyone else see the irony in this? if we were living in sitcom land, there'd be laughter and applause after this realization...