she sells sea shells.

and plants seeds. spearmint and zinnia to be precise. i just finished reading "cruddy", which lived up to its praises but made me feel like i should create and/or celebrate some facet of life. i chose flora and fauna.

"everyday i wake up to a new world"

my very first found words. spoken by a janitor who was emptying the trash in a little office, on a little college campus, in a painfully small town. "everyday!" he assured the secretary and i. "a brand new world! you know what i mean?" and he smiled in my direction. "yep" he continued. the secretary did not hear him, and i hadn't the slightest clue as to what he meant. The unexpected beauty of his words, my very own sensational snippet in the proverbial "rough", caught me off guard. so simply and surprisingly profound. I watched him empty our trash everyday, walking first to the secretary's desk and then to mine. It was a painfully muted routine, completely soundless minus the buzz of overhead lights. Watching someone more than double my age bend over and do a job that i was more than capable of doing for myself was painfully embarrassing- an awkward interaction that came to the point of me emptying my trash before he got there in the afternoons, for the sake of the both of us. now i think of him often, when i'm sitting somewhere, listening to the buzz of human conversation. i listen for more found words, like the ones i have from him, because they inspire me. writing the words and phrases of strangers is something i do when i think to. they are always my favorite journal entries to look back on. i call them found words. i didn't know what direction this blog was going to hold for me, and i stumbled upon the title rather desperately. i've given it a few days and have come to appreciate it's versatility. ick. i'm starting to grasp on to phrases in the attempt to complete this entry in a way that makes sense. instead i sound like a over-prepped 10 year old child/yodeler addressing a crowd at the local fair. "david hasselhoff is nice...and i'd like to thank my dear mother for you know, putting up with me. and letting me pursue my career." (and to all of you who might be confused...i think you had to be there). the end. i've got some waking up to do.

merry one.

my first posting. and i haven't a single original thing to say:
"...I wondered why I couldn't go the whole way doing what I should any more. This made me sad and tired. Then I wondered why I couldn't go the whole way doing what I shouldn't...and this made me even sadder and more tired."-Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar