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I've been trusted by my future room-mate with the delicious task of decorating our dorm. 
And now that I'm actually thinking about it,
my original plan doesn't seem quite right...
I had wanted to do some sort of mustard-yellow with a nice, thick grey,
but now that just seems really sombre and a bit too trendy to actually be comfortable.
Then mom reminded me of my old dream of having a chalkboard wall,
and then I remembered of my plot to paint vintage picture frames a deep, azure blue and hang them on said chalkboard wall.
I'm totally sticking to that, because chalkboard=chalk notes, and an awesome cool chalkboard wall=awesome cool chalkboard wall full of awesome chalk notes. That just seems like too much awesome to give up. 
Of course, ours will look much cleaner. This is the aftermath of a babysitting session.

So anyway, I'm scouring design blogs for inspiration,
or, rather a funneling of inspiration because I have too much in my head for one room!
I'll probably be asking you all for input....
and if you have any suggestions or pictures I'd love, please send them!


love, rudi

For one, I am tired of checking my email hoping for some scholarship-related news from Stephens
and finding my email completely empty of new letters.

Also, my brain is tired, because I took the ACT today again,
and I never, ever want to see a science chart/graph ever again.
My heart has been thus broken.

Bascially,


And also these two things:




That's right.
A Box of Cupcakes. And a kitty.

What do you need?

love, rudi



I have no idea how any of this happened tonight.

Let's just leave it at this:

a man I served coffee to literally once came into my house

asked me where my baby sister was,

opened my fridge,

and we had an epic black mamba snake sock puppet battle.

sometimes, I seriously love my life.

love, rudi

Games Games!

After taking my Chrissy home, (pictures soon),
I came home to homemade chicken noodle soup
(makes me feel like THIS)
and GAMES!

Me and Valerie killed the world in Pictionary,
we moved on to a new game.

The Rules:
1) Write down a well known phrase
2) Pass it to the next person
3) That person draws a picture depicting the phrase
4) The next person writes what he/she thinks the phrase is.

The Results:


(turning apples into jam: When Life Gives You Apples, Make Applesauce)

I must say the turd one is my favorite.

love, rudi