Monday, October 24, 2011
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
and I am up flipping through my government book trying to decide if I hate Gibson's true/false questions, or love them. The issue is that it takes me forever to decide if it's true or false but the upside is that I am really delving deep into my book and learning things that I have never known before. I am actually really enjoying my government class and am very glad I took it. (except when its almost 3 and i'm being a loser and not just answering a silly true/false question)
Monday, February 28, 2011
Its official! I'm having kitten withdrawals. I was over at Kelly's and Santi's house last night and was playing with their kitties when I realized just how much I miss my two boys -- Hector and Paris. I can't wait to see them over spring break... although they are not technically kitties anymore and are more like massive tom cats they will always be my kitties. =)
Sunday, February 27, 2011
I am attempting to write an epic paper on Rousseau's sexual identity as portrayed in his Books of Confessions, but am having a horrid go at it. Right now writing is not the topic floating on my mind. Hopefully I will be able to write an amazing paper by Wednesday but until then I will just need to drink lots of coffee. Yeah for coffeehouses!
Friday, February 25, 2011
In these particular photos we are performing the birthday party scene. Everyone, except for Desi, on the far right, is playing a little kid around the age of 6. It would have to be one of the funnest scenes to perform and one of the funniest to watch.
There are 6 actors/actresses in this play and we each play 8 to 10 characters. Myself, Desi, Tori, Pablo, James, and Stephen.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
To feel trapped
Stuck in a corner – with no escape
Helpless and wandering
Seeking in vain
Wishing and wanting
Waiting to be heard
But no reply is to come
Lost you shall stay
You become a ghost
If there is a God
He is gone – leaving my life to chance
Mere roll of the dice . . . my destiny
Why should I hope?
Why should I pray?
To a God that has forsaken me
To a God that exists so perfectly in my dreams – reality, a twisted image of the dream
Heart beats faster
But self that is longing goes unheard
Is left wanting
Out of breath
Cold in the heart
Scared to death
For something, that like childhood dreams of Santa Clause
Is becoming the greatest let down of my mature life
To believe in something in vain
To wish on something unreal
To hope in someone nonexistent
Only tears one apart
In a moments time of being forgotten
I let go
And am LOST
Lost as the damned?
Lost from the lamb?
Lost as a child . . . tears streaming
Wanting to be caught up
Raptured in the moment of – happiness
HELP – If you exist . . . then show YOURSELF
Be real for once
For one – who needs a Father . . . who needs his Son
Please . . . HELP
Please . . . HEAL
Please . . . comfort
Please . . . PROTECT me
For I am lost
I am scared
I am fearful
I am a child
I am in NEED
I have been forsaken -- damned
Sunday, February 20, 2011
I have an illicit relationship with art.
Ever since I was young I have been drawn to and seduced by it,
time and time again.
For so long I fell into the hands of beauty and surrounded
myself in its midst.
With this came a deafening draw back;
on my journey to envelop myself in beauty
I crucified any work of art
that didn’t fill this personification of perfection.
Now I have discovered an amazing gift, buried inside me,
a captive of my ignorance.
Worlds of opportunities present themselves as I
turn the key to each new door.
My senses go crazy:
I hear the pounding feet,
feel the heat,
smell the gunpowder,
taste sweet victory,
and envision the future.
I’ve evolved from a speck of sand into a mountain,
a raindrop into an ocean,
a hermit into a king.
Now I can examine deeper then the superficial beauty that
blinded me from true exquisiteness.
I discovered my aptitude for interpreting surreptitious
meanings implanted in art from all across the ages.
Dieu Merci, I have finally escaped my naiveté,
and now have a new idolatry for art.
My world has expanded from illicit relationships
with entrancing art,
to adulterous experiences with the anecdote
behind every work of art.
I am now moving, a stream of words shooting forth.
I am wind, rustling the leaves of expression.
I am a spider, spinning a web of words and images.
I am a fire, burning passionately with new ideas.
I am abstract a mix of bright colors.
I am a magician, conjuring something into being where
there was nothing before.
I am a harlot for art.
Friday, February 18, 2011
- Blog at least once a week
- Intake on Calories = less then 1500 a day (unless I’m doing a crazy workout)
- Bike more often then I drive
- Tell people that I love them
- Be a better friend
- Take a weekly picture of something fun happening in my life
- Call family at least once a week
- Write a poem a week
- Run 2 times a week
- Bike at least 300 miles a month
- Paint a picture a month
- Read 1 fun book and 1 educational book each month
- Go to Mary and Miles Wedding
- Go to Shaina and Francis' Wedding
- Go to Adams Graduation
- Use my cruise tickets
- Get a job and keep it
- Write letters to important people at least twice this year
- Update address book
- Record all contacts into computer
- Make decisions about what to do this fall
- Move all my stuff to one location
- Do at least 2 triathlons
- Do at least 5 bike races
- Do a summer bike tour
- Write about something I’m passionate about
The snow is finally melted and I am crossing my fingers in hope that it doesn't snow again. The brakes went out on my car and now I'm biking everywhere. Being that I drive a Jetta it was way to expensive to get my brakes replaced currently. Mr. Beazly is going to take a look at them and see what he can do but I still don't know if I'll have the money for it. Oh well, thankfully the weather has been lovely and I am just enjoying the sunny week we've been having here in Lincoln.