paint yellow sponge light

happy birthday brother!!!! i love you.

Excited?
(exclamation point automatically included at the end of each "excited" item)
I got a package from Lynn today
I'm going home tomrrow, for the weekend
Rocky Votolato
cupcake letters

also, something new:

They hold hands and they walk slow, through blazing magnetic tunnels of appliances.
-If you let go of my hand you’ll fly away and stick to the door of that refrigerator forever. I won’t be able to unglue you, and if you let go I’ll stick too, right to this other door and we’ll be stuck until our oldest birthday.
He is watching her watching, they follow, the fluorescent reflection on commercial linoleum.
-Don’t let go and don’t step on the seams between the tiles either, if you do, the floor will make a hole that only someone who is you could fit through.
Her eyes are blue and his eyes are green and their eyes are serious together.
-Where would you go? Would you have to die forever? No, but you would have to swim for 86 days through an ocean just full of mirrors that only show someone else’s life-someone you don’t know and can never know now; and this ocean isn’t crystalline and salty-dense like our own great shell-maker, where we grow wings and see all the gold topped mountains with Christmas tree forests, the ones that have all their lights on all the time. This ocean isn’t the liquid insides of something we love. It is everything from your nightmares and my nightmares and everyone else’s all lit on fire and melted into a sticky puddle you have to swim through for 86 days.
She has nightmares in the afternoon. He has nightmares at 3 a.m.
-What happens when you get to that other side? Nothing is soft or satin and we would always be trying to find each other, like a game of hide and seek in the snow when you don’t know that there is no one is hiding, because no one exists on this side of your inky ocean; it’s only yours. Everyone else in our whole history, yours and mine, they all have their own melted nightmare coastlines and inlets and tsunamis.
She is sure his words are all true, more than anything else she’s ever heard.
-On your shore? What else happens there? Purple pipe organs use their lips to mouth the saddest songs you can’t hear, but all your tears fall through your skin anyway, until a stream grows and grows around your ankles, trying to float you back to your ocean. You can only see things someone else thinks are real. If they tell you colors don’t happen, you forget what blue or yellow ever was, and kaleidoscopes will have to become spoons and your eyes wouldn’t see the green of the Ferris wheel or my red devotion.

something, important.

My roomates have been cooking and baking for the last few days and it smells incredibly delicious. Last night we had meatloaf and potatoes for dinner then today Jessica made cinnamon rolls and Amanda manufactored some rice krispy treats. I think this is the motivation I need to try my hand in the kitchen. I'm not sure what I'll make but here are some of my ideas:

sicilian market pasta:

asparagus pesto salad:

mac and cheese:



I found them all on my new favorite food site: http://www.blog.fatfreevegan.com/.

I think Fridays are my favorite day now, not because it is the last day of the school week (well, kind of) but because it is one of the only two days that the neat little thrift shop i discovered is open. It's also open on Thursdays but I'm in class all day so that doesn't work. The shop is the basement of a church and they have everything you could ever want in a thrift store for $2 per item. This Friday I am buying a sewing machine. yay.

ps. here is something new:

She is the muted three dimensional wallpaper
and the honeyed oak floors
that shine like a new ship deck.
She is the serving spoon in the sweet potatoes
and she is every single miniature marshmallow on top
that has been puffed to perfection in the oven
that is not her but will be soon.
She is the pastel peach carpet
that the vacuum cleaner inspects every afternoon.
She is all the tiles in the tile rummy game
we play after every Holiday dinner
and she is the front door that stays open
until we are out of sight.
She is the way he survives diabetes.
She is the pacemaker
the doctors inserted into his chest
(they don't know that she is there,
inside his blood pump).

Banshee at the Disco

Here are two photos from the shoot that BKay and I did (I'm still working on getting the rest onto a website, along with the stuff I did of Alex and Tony wearing Cheap Monday for Urban Outfitters. More updates on that as soon as I figure out how to write in HTML):

I'm at the Daily Grind so often that I'm starting to recognize people by their hairstyles now--I was standing in line, about to order my drink and the guy in front of me looked really familiar for a second (from the back anyway) and I almost said "hi" and then realized that I actually didn't know him at all, I've just seen him here for the last three nights, sitting at the same white table. His hair is kind of amazing though, really. The length is probably about an inch longer than mine, nearly the same color too, and slicked straight back into a super-smooth ponytail.

Speaking of the Daily Grind, this is the coffee shop that inspired the name of my blog, Coffee and Bricks. The "Coffee" part relates to the college student staple: caffeine

and the "Bricks" part was inspired by the brick interior of the coffee shop (brick people not included):

So I know how exciting pictures of bricks can be, but I have another photo that is even more fun and relates to some of my homework. In my English 351 class (creative writing: poetry) we had to choose a question from Pablo Neruda's Book of Questions and write our own poems. Here is my poem and the corresponding photo:

Are all fours equal? Are all sevens the same?

Four-eyed fish in every seventh sea
Swim between converging cello strings,
Thirty-two octaves below sixteen Anableps
Who keep forty-nine tempos in minuets.

Fourteen species gather every fifth century
In a mass of didactic symphonies
To compare in groups of two’s and three’s
All the sights each four-eye has seen.

During these meetings I am not in the room,
But mathematically, wouldn't one assume
Anything equal to our double eyes’ view
Could be twice as intriguing when noticed times two?

The poem received a fairly good review in class by Professor Boyd, which put me on top of the world for the rest of the day. Not only that, but I also splurged and bought a brand new blank composition book to write new stories. The excitement is almost overwhelming.

So tomorrow is Friday and apparently there is some sort of cocktail shindig at my house. It's always a good idea to start the weekend off with a bang.

coffee and bricks

I was going to start with introductions, but that feels way too much like the first day of school (yes, we still do that in college) and whoever is reading this probably knows me (hopefully), which makes introductions sort of pointless. Unless! I do them in Spanish! By utilizing everything I've learned in the first two weeks of my Spanish 101 class I might be able to tell you something you never knew before...



Here goes:



Vivo en Pullman con cuarto chicas y uno chico.

(I live in Pullman with four girls and one boy).



And on to bigger and better things...like lists!



Just in case anyone wasn't already aware, I have an obsession with lists; I make them for everything. Colors, textures, disgusting words, multi-syllable words describing grass, sunflowers, different kinds of bouncy balls, breakfast foods, bridges, homework, things I can do, things I would like to do, things I shouldn't do, things I should do, things I will do, things I shouldn't have done...there are about a million more but today's list doesn't have to do with any of those.

The title is: banana

Josephine baker, queen of the banana dance

banana split

banana spider

banana boat

banana man

My procrastination has been pretty successful so far (the banana split looks really good), but I have a Spanish test tomorrow to study for and creative writing pieces to critique as well as one of my own to write (which will be posted when it's done, critiques always welcome).

I'm thinking about just bringing a sleeping bag to the Daily Grind with me next time since I am here so often. I like being at my house but when I try and study there I either fall asleep or get distracted talking to people. It's fun, but not a good way to ace a Spanish test.

Oh! I almost forgot my most exciting news of all. My snow boots from Urban Outfitters arrived yesterday and now I am invincible. I could scale a vertical ice wall with these things, its completely exhilarating.
I purposely walked over all the icy spots where I've had altercations in the last two weeks and gave the ground a dirty look, 'take that sucka'.

Here is a photo of the magic: