Magic.

"So, what do you think?" -Daughter
"He sounds like a nice boy." - Mother
"Sounds like a nice boy. Anything else?" - Daughter
"He has wonderful penmanship." -Mother
"Mother......look at the date on the letter, the date." - Daughter
"Oh, you mean the time thing?"- Mother
"Yes." - Daughter
"That's just a detail." - Mother

Truth.

"Music can save people, but it can’t in the commercial way it’s being used. It’s just too much. It’s pollution."

— Bob Dylan

May and its truths.

The nick-name, "Jessi-Messy", is actually the most accurate nick-name I own. I truly am rather proficient at making messes. However, I am generally just as proficient at cleaning them up. I'm not talking about physical messes like dishes, dirt and laundry. I'm a very clean person.

I am a passionate person, and when I don't have an outlet/voice for that passion, I easily become depressed.

Depression is is my archenemy.

I am obsessed with colours. This photo, by Amanda Moss, 

takes my breath away. Not because of the objects or focus of the photo, but because of the colours.

When a song gets into my soul, it sticks around for quite awhile before I become even remotely tired of it. Currently that song is, "The Modern Leper", by Frightened Rabbit. I'm not sure why. Maybe it's because of the way the guys says, "Scottish Rain".

I think I may, "like", someone that i don't want to like. 

I regret having such a large rug covering the hardwood floor in my bedroom. It gets in the way when I'm trying to draw and I'm afraid i'll stain it with my pastels. 

When I feel like I'm running into a brick wall over and over at full speed, I react in outlandish, nonsensical ways which tend to leave behind the aforementioned, "messes". 

My alcohol tolerance has gone way down. 

I'm ready for a new tattoo. 




These are the things May has taught me thus far. 

Patty Griffin - A Sampling

Of Humidity, Honeysuckle, Dylan and Crossing State Lines.

It's humid as hell here, I feel like I should be in India with all this heat and sticky humidity. However, it's difficult to be truly annoyed with the summer weather when the air is thick with the scent of fresh blooming honeysuckle. My love/ hate relationship with summer in the South lives on. 

I've been listening to Dylan almost constantly lately. He seems to fit my varying mood down to each word. 

I've never thought much about how many times I cross the NC/SC state line every week. For some reason, its been bothering me lately. It's almost like a tease. I'm leaving North Carolina, but not really because it's no where new or exciting. I feel like I'm spending tons of money on petrol and wearing my car down simply for traveling to a 9-5 style job. Yes, I enjoy my job but it feels stale. A large part of me just wants to quit everything and go live in the woods as a genuine hobo. 

Perfect Summer mix: Bob Dylan, Joe Purdy, Jakob Dylan, Patty Griffin, Dan Craig, Aaron Espe and Jeffrey Foucault