The Midnight Carnival

Today was a gigantic blur, really. That is, all up until about 10:30 this evening.
I fell asleep last night at 4am. Woke back up at 6am to get ready for work, which was at 8am. This prompted the 11am lunch break, then the 5pm 'I-finally-get-to-go-home' dance.

After eating a delicious Spinach salad, I decided to go to Barnes & Noble to sit around and soak in the atmosphere like I usually do. My eyes fell upon a book labeled "#1 New York Times Bestseller!," but also entitled "Skinny Bi*ch." I was sort of perplexed and picked it up...and after about one hour of reading it, I ended up buying it.
I didn't feel so bad because I also picked up my 9th book by Agatha Christie, and I'm very excited to read both.

At around 10:30, I left the bookstore and laid down in my hatchback. I realized I had my camera bag still with me, so I jetted off to the Upper Lake and Angeles National Park to take photographs.
As I was setting up my tripod, the cooing of owls, chirping of crickets, and croaking of toads echoed across the velvety twilight...and I couldn't help but think that it was these tiny songs that seemed to be the prettiest.
I held the shutter down, and 30 seconds later...all I heard was the release.

I hate the month of February.

When I begin to change the look and appearance of this blog more than I write, there has to be a slight problem.

No, no. Really, I've just been playing it very (extremely) low key this past month. Though the writer's block is gnawing at my insides, I like to use it as an excuse as to why I haven't been writing lately.
Don't get me wrong, the inspiration is there...but for the first time in my life, the words are not.
Instead, I've been filling my mind with plaid textiles, expired film, and rudimentary lyrics.


Anyways, the day after Christmas ended, up came the Valentine's Day decorations...and so did my lunch. I'm not too sure what it is about me, but every single year, I wish to every single falling star in the sky that the month of January could just skip to March.