neorealism & pizza.

I am without a doubt the most pathetic excuse for a blogger that exists. You know it, I know it, and you know what? I’m really ok with it. I’d like to think I’ve enjoyed the countless hours spent NOT blogging since I’ve had a blog. Life is for living I always say. 

But given my penchant to desire things in writing, I feel like I should step it up and renew my efforts. I need to take a stand against the sneaky little vice that I call Failure to Record My Life's Happenings. So a little while ago I began a new project to excite me into doing better.

Ever since I stopped taking byu art classes that consumed my every waking hour and made it so most of my waking hours occurred between 11pm and 4am, I’ve been feeling like my creative side has taken a decline. And just because I’m not quite drawn (why am I so punny) to art as a career anymore, I still want an excuse to keep creating. Because that's what makes me happy.

I’ve started a little notebook (since I clearly don't have enough notebooks in current use) and plan to fill it with pretty little things that make me who I am. Confessions, ideas, aspirations, dreams, stories. Made somewhat aesthetically pleasing by drawings or collage as I see fit. It's really quite stupid, but if I feel so inclined I might share them with you. As long as you promise to just take it as it is. The sometimes embarrassingly honest attempts of a girl trying to grow up to be more honest about herself and her world.

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Happy Nevada Day. Life is beyond great right now. Perhaps I'll tell you more about it soon. For now I will simply mention that last night was spent making 100% homemade Italian pizza, listening to James Morrison on repeat, and having a little spontaneous painting session with my main man. Those of you who know me well know that that equals perfection in my book.

hope life is beautiful on your side. 

love always, yarm.