buried in the ocean floor

i've come to the conclusion that the 4th of july is one of the best holidays around. it's such a relaxed occasion. even though for very many people it revolves around beer and burgers which i'm not a fan of, it involves fireworks too- which i am very much a fan of so it cancels out entirely. call me a stick in the mud, but that's how i am. i love the big booms that you feel in your chest and stomach and watching the cascading dots of lights. it's simply pretty. i've always loved illuminating things. this is a weird statement but it's true. fireworks, christmas lights, lava lamps, black lights, neon signs- all of it fascinates me. it calms me, i suppose. i guess i'm so fond of them because i'm a visually based person. fortunately, this 4th of july turned out to be positive and fun. i was expecting the exact opposite to be honest, but i'm certainly glad it unfolded that way. only time will tell.

today i had a short shift at work. just three lousy hours in the world's most uncomfortable shoes. the upside of today was that i did not have to work the cash register. i was elated to say the least. since today was the last day of a ridiculously large sale, the whole store needed to be turned over. i unpacked and packed soap and lotion and only had to deal with a mere handful of bitching and moaning people. when i came home to take my shoes off, i discovered a few lovely blisters. also, my toes turned black from the dye on the shoes. they look really adorable right now. time for the happy list.

imagining how amazing isles & glaciers will be along with jonny craig's solo project, sleeping to get away from what's really going on, getting packages in the mail, good hair days, bathing suits that won't fall off in the water, a fully charged ipod, a fully loaded gas tank, family owned businesses, feeling settled.