surprises

i love surprises.
i love surprises.
i love surprises.

i love giving surprises.
i love receiving surprises.
i love surprise parties.
i love being surprised.

if i had it my way,
i would be involved in a surprise
whether giving or receiving,
every day for the rest of my life.

i even love the way surprise is spelled.
bring on the surprise!

the movies

i've discovered something about myself.
the music in trailers is always
what makes me want to see the movie.

i recently saw mamma mia.
why, you ask?
because that trailer had abba music!
i love those songs!
it totally hooked me.
the movie was terrible. music was awesome.

i wanted to see coach carter several years ago
mostly because it had that tupac song in the trailer.
and i wanted to see american gangster
because of that song.

i'm a sucker for the song.

the writer

today begins my third week without a job.
i feel good and bad... all at the same time.
good because i'm accomplishing so much
of my personal to do list.
and i'm able to write like i truly want to.
bad because i don't know when my next
paycheck will be.

this weekend, however,
i found my mind wandering constantly
over my desire to write a book.
it's burning inside of me once again
and i'm not sure if it will ever go away.
even if i write a book,
i'll probably want to write another.

i can rest assure, though.
nothing is impossible for Him.

the trendometer

if my brother wasn't the manager at american apparel,
i would NEVER shop there.

seriously, what's up with the hostile environment?
every time i walk in there,
i feel like they are scanning me at the door
and i may only enter if i reach a high enough
score on the trendometer.
sorry i don't have tattoos covering my entire body.
am i still cool enough to shop here?

just imagine how much more business they would get
if they were nice to the people who entered the store.

oh trendy people...

yes

i love this:

"The human race has one really effective weapon, and that is laughter."
-Mark Twain

it's why i love to laugh.

whiskeytown

i am continually mesmerized by the power of music.
i write about it often, i've found.

today i took a look down memory lane
with the help of whiskeytown.
16 days.
memories of being a little one
and sitting in daniel's room
while he listened to this song,
asking him to "play it again, play it again"
or "play that song about the bed sheet fights"
i loved it then and i love it now.

i also listened to that one song that makes me sad.
i had to stop it mid-song and change the tune.
i didn't want to cry in the middle of starbucks.
how embarrassing.

oh whiskeytown,
my old standard.

christmas 1988

christmas 88
Originally uploaded by hopkinshopkins

christmas 1988 was a good year at the hopkins' household. you can tell by my tongue.

i know, i know. i was adorable.

the good, the bad, and the ugly

sometimes in life, you experience really great things.
and those things are like eating an amazing piece of pie.
but at the time you don't think about the fact
that the pie might not be good for you
and it might cause you to gain ten pounds.

so when the pie is over,
you're dealing with the ten pounds
and it takes forever to get rid of it.
but at the same time,
you're looking back at the pie.
and in your mind,
that pie was still really great.
you don't necessarily regret eating the pie,
but you sure do hate the ten pounds.

i'm dealing with the ten pounds
[literally and figuratively]
and i loved the pie, it was absolutely wonderful.
but i hate the ten pounds.