More photos from yesterday. I call this series A Somber Study in Toast Mastication.
But in all honesty, it's that my friend was trying to figure out how to record video on my camera. She hadn't quite gotten to the focus part of things yet either. There I was, trying to enjoy my Speculoos and toast on a rainy morning in my dad's comfy old sweater, but I kept hearing this:
Katherine, how do you rec-CLICK it keeps taking pict-CLICK I can't find the but-CLICK
And lo, art was brought into this world.
French weather can be so unpredictable at times - here I am referring to the months from January to December - but today's was the best kind of chaotic. It started out dreary, the sky crying fat tears that splattered against my windows. Don't cry, sky - you cry, I cry.
The Petit Cinema team came over to work on the miniatures. Progress! We finished the forest and were able to film a scene. Seeing the forest come together really lifted our spirits. Now there's all this cotton in my bed - pardon me, clouds. There are clouds in my bed.
By the time everyone left, the sun was out in full force. It turned out to be one of those nighttime sunshine kind of days. This moment is what I learned the definition of oxymoron in third grade for.
A peek into the miniature sets for the Petit Cinema movie. The screening date is coming up quickly and despite the last minute rush it feels strange to be so close to the end.
Here is the forest awaiting its dog-princess, next to the toxic glue that stinks up my room for hours. The first time I used it, I flung my windows wide open and some papers flew out into the night, never to be seen again.
These past few days have been refreshingly slow. I've been able to write and brainstorm in between studying for finals and eating everything in sight.
At the same time, I worry about the future and feel all of life's uncertainty on my shoulders. I feel unprepared, yet over-qualified. Burned out, yet eager. Sometimes I can open my notebook and forget all of that for a few hours. I can bury myself in creativity and tell myself to take things one moment at a time.
So this is where I am. I'm excited about the scribblings I made in my notebook today, and I hope I'll be able to keep up the momentum and keep out my fears.
It's so nice and sunny today. I'm writing one of those old-fashioned stream-of-consciousness posts to celebrate!
Lately the sun doesn't set until nine o'clock in the evening. Taylor told me it stays light out so late because we're further north than California, like Alaskan summers where the sun never sets. Which is fine by me. More than fine. Springtime in the northern hemisphere is wonderful, and if I seem overly excited it's because the sudden explosion in sunshine and flowers makes me inexplicably happy.
The hours linger in the sunlight and I, perched on my desk with my cheek against the warm window, munch happily on honey puffs while the Gilmore girls gab away on the tiny screen at my feet. I'm in bed as soon as the sky darkens and up once more with the sun. At last my circadian clock decides -
Shhhhhhh oh my god is that the PotC soundtrack
oh god it is
I'm in the computer lab at school and someone has their music up really loud and it's leaking through their headphones and what an instant badass for studying to the PotC soundtrack.
Better yet, it's from At World's End. So much respect.
Calm yourself. Anyway, I am happy to announce I'm no longer living according to California time, because I have my blinds up all the way as soon as I get home and who wants to waste precious daylight - especially when it's actual daylight and not the sad winter excuse for it - sleeping in?