christmas decorations in november are ridiculous. (but secretly make me extremely joyous)

Hello friends!!!! Today is sunny. I'm going to make a super speedy post so I can get a dose of that sparkling goodness, before shimmying my way to work for a closing shift. Hip hip hooray! I'll be frank (but in an elusive, clever, somewhat mysterious-can-you-solve-the-puzzle?-oooooh-way) (perhaps defeating the whole "being frank" thing, but I've always liked that as a bold transition/ sentence starter): you know how, back in the day (read: September), I boldly proclaimed a drawing a day goal? And you know how I'm, like, not the most prompt with posting? BAM! This post in a conversion of these two elements. A fusion, if you will. Simply said, here are some-not-so-prompt-postings-of-pictures-painted-in-Ptember. (By "painted," I mean "drawn." And by "Ptember," I mean "September." There was this alliteration thing going on and I didn't want to ruin the rhythm. You know it, brah!!!)

Skimming through these doodles, I see that there's a major "star" motif going on in my drawings (pfft, stars. What self-obsessive drawing-whores!) Fact: I'm a huge sucker for stars. In short, THEY ARE ONE OF MY FAVOURITE THINGS EVER. I love looking up in the universe and just realizing how fucking insignificant we are. But not in a, "ZOMG I'M INSIGNIFICANT" kind of way, but more of a "ZOMG I'M INSIGNIFICANT SO I MAY AS WELL DO WHAT I WANT IN LIFE" kind of way. I love that feeling. I find it very empowering. To me, there is absolutely no doubt in my mind that there are other worlds out there. It'd be almost selfish to think elsewise. We have our own star (the sun) and our own galaxy. But looking at all the stars out there, it's like, "Bam! There are a billion of stars, that are probably suns, that have their own galaxy, with their own beautiful moments and creatures and whatttt?" One of my favourite memories of my entire life is being on a mountain in Nepal and the entire sky was twinkling like... I can't even describe it. I couldn't stop pinching myself, asking, "Is this real life?!" My two friends and I just camped out in our sleeping bags and talked about life and existing and, seriously, such a beautiful moment. We basically concluded that life was short and we should do what we love.

Also, when I was little, there was nothing more I wanted than to have a star of my own. Seriously. I honestly believed that I could pluck a star from the sky and keep it in my closet. I had a vision that, in the middle of the night - when I couldn't sleep, after a nighmare, or just because - I would open my closet and light would radiate from a fish tank that carried a star. Every year, I am more and more disappointed that this cannot be true...

Anyways. What a spontaneous, blabby post! I fully intended to have an awkward blurb (refer to: awkward blurb at beginning of post) and then a "Have a beautiful day xxx!" to end it. So I guess we've reached that point.

Have a beautiful day! Smile to strangers! xxxx
Tell me about a magical moment in your life!