I love learning. In my pants.

I am turning 25 in a few days and I'm not sure how I feel about this. So far, not much. I've been having weird dreams lately, about zombies and apocalypses and genitals the size of a baseball bat (don't ask.) I'm not really where I wanted to be when I turned 25, but to be honest, when I was fourteen 25 looked like a giant character home on the edge of the ocean, writing world famous novels with my thirteen children in tow. When I was seventeen, 25 was living in England, quickly developing a kick ass accent and letting ocean winds test their will against my hair.

At twenty-four, 25 looks like a start towards an art degree, a boyfriend who does a fine robot, and a wealth of people I'm so incredibly lucky to have in my life. Even if most of them live too far away, they are never far from my heart.

.... I totally stole that from a mug I saw at Hallmark. These days I share my feelings more easily than a Jane Seymour movie that references the inappropriate touching of horses.

I've decided, anyways, that I'd like to start learning something new everyday. Not being in school means that a lot of time seems to just slip by without gaining any new knowledge. I carry a notebook around with me, for whenever I feel like pulling out my inner thesaurus to express my feelings in black Sharpie and a whole repetoire of words meaning "ouch, my heart," but sometimes I also use it to write down books I want to read, music I should listen to, or things I'd like to learn more about. Unfortunately, many of my ideas don't get past the jotting down stage, but I intend to remedy that by researching something new everyday, and posting it on this here blog.

On a side note, I've started uploading some old film stills to flickr, found here, as well as some photographs taken at the same time of Thunder Bay's Pioneer Village, found here. Interestingly enough, if you check out a pamphlet from the Pioneer Village, my dad's in it.

Labels: Musings, Sarah Land