robin wallis
- Originally from: siloam springs
- Currently residing in: fayetteville, AR
- I've been on arkansasrockers since November 4, 2004
- Last updated on May 5, 2008 at 3:42PM my local time (4:42PM server time.)
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In General
brizy
Lately
gawd….
i really wish i could completely rock the high waisted (sbkm - high wasted is kind of a different thing huh?) pants, but my tum turns into a math teacher pouch no-fail.
also, my back yard is officially a jungle again! i love springtime!!
i am so almost graduated, maybe…..
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Art Amiss 8 - 5/8/08 5pm @ DST
Wanna be in a fashion show? Email interest at artamiss@gmail.com
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This weekend was officially the best weekend ever. For real. Forever.
In School Credit!!!!!
Kim Gordon is still soo hot.
DOUBLE DAMN.
When it rains it pours, which is so totally trite, but also true, especially for this week.
huh.
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You know how when you are a little kid you sit around and think about what you are going to look like in the future, and what you’ll be wearing (I always pictured myself with glasses and a businessy outfit, you know, important people clothes) and who you’ll marry and what kind of exotic animals will live on your safari-farm after you move to Africa and cure AIDs. You know that stuff…
I always imagined myself going to Harvard (duh..) at like, 15 and becoming some sort or world renown archeo-paleo-marine-bio-ologist - ballerina - sculptor, or something. I wanted to live in a city, in the country. In a penthouse condo, with a giant nature reserve in the backyard. Brazilia (in theory) would probably be the perfect city for 7 year old Robin’s future Robin. It’s a city, in the middle of no-where, surrounded by, nothing, in Brazil. Perfect.
I wanted to have all sorts of crazy pets, like a tree-sloth and a wombat and a manatee. Sort of a shelter for the stupid looking animals. I knew I would marry a really handsome man, obviously. He would have a wicked job like a spy, or an astronaut or Sean Connery from Medicine Man. Somebody sweet like that. And I would be happy, like sunshine bouncing off of shiny hair, afternoon laughter happy.
It’s funny because I never think about that stuff anymore, I mean…I still picture myself when I am older (now I am running the Guggenheim, or the Met - still wearing glasses and businessy suits, but now they are designer) but I never really stopped to think about whether or not I was getting anywhere close to what I wanted to be at mid-20 when I was a kid.
Honestly, I think I just wanted to be as cool as all of my babysitters Well, mission accomplished. (It’s not hard to be cooler than a 23 year old JBU student with crazy hair and a Jesus-fetish). I never did make it Harvard, though I did get lost on it’s campus in the snow this December, which, almost counts?
I think I’m doing an ok job making kid-me proud, but its hard to put in all in a frame of reference, I don’t get to get out of my head too often. I am happy, maybe not always Pantene Pro-V commerical happy, but I hit pretty high notes. I guess I am just glad to still be having those kid dreams. To still be seeing myself in the future in some wildly fantastic life, and thinking that maybe if it isn’t probable, it may still be possible.
I will admit I am a little disappointed that I haven’t gotten a panda house pet yet, but oh well.
I totally April Ruled.
p.s. Lisa, you are totally the lady with the gun and the blue shoes. I would have put all the ladies in, but I got lazy, that bear took up all my PC Paint Power for the day.
Mitchell - Fer reals, I’ll send you pictures if I can find any…
LAURA W: well, how did my pants work?
I added the bloodthirsty dinosaur for good measure.
Damn it. I fucked up my panda picture. Balls…
THE WHITE HOUSE — President Bush had rolled out the red carpet for John McCain, emerging onto the North Portico of the White House, where he usually meets foreign leaders, to greet the new Republican nominee.
Only, McCain wasn’t there.
“So, anyway,” Bush said to the assembled reporters, there to see him shake McCain’s hand. “As I was saying…”
Still, no McCain.
Someone yelled a question.
“He’s gonna win,” Bush said, adding, “There will be ample time for questions.”
He smiled a bit, but no McCain. He did a mock soft shoe dance. “I’m just going to tap dance a little,” the leader of the free world said.
Priceless.
http://www.worldwithoutus.com/did_you_know.html
as always, for you. Kitten Dancing.