Christmas break is notorious for bringing families together but, what everyone knows but no one ever says is that it is also notorious for making you want to become an alcoholic. After spending all day returning and buying new shiny objects at target in the pouring down rain my mother decides that i was having a bad make-up day so in the middle of the store she pulls out a "tissue" and viciously wipes off my $12.99 wal mart blush. She than hands me the "tissue" to dispose of, to only find that the "tissue" was a mini maxi pad that my mother found in the bottom of her purse. And that's what started the day off.
Chinese food was soon to follow when the youngest ordered chicken nuggets and french fries. Mom found out that her Chinese figure was a boar, which greatly depressed her through out dinner while dad told stories about eating puppies in Korea. If ever there was a resemblence to "A Christmas Story" and their Christmas dinner night, eating duck instead of turkey, our Chinese night was it.
If that wasn't enough my father decides that a good game of Mexican train Dominoes would be a good idea to break the tension. Three hours later of screaming, yelling, brought us to our family bonding night. Mariah is making up rules as she goes and proclaiming them as truths, Samuel, the boyfriend, had a hard time not making sterotype, racist jokes because... we were playing Mexican train. Dad is yelling and asking why we cant just get along and mom stops all of the screaming with asking... "where the hell are my crackers?!"
I love the show Keeping Up With the Kardashians but sometimes i wonder if i am in my own reality tv show.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
beating Christmas
I have come to notice that since, this is the first year that i have not been home for the pre Christmas attack plan, that Christmas is so much less stressful. Coming home on the 15th of December, the house was decorated, the baking had already started and the tree was up. I was not subjected to bringing up the 23 Christmas boxes and than bringing half of them down again after mom decides to 'not use that color' decorations. I do love searching for a tree and picking just the right one but, i also found it quite nice to just come home and see it nicely decorated. I had bought all of my Christmas shopping online weeks ahead of time and shipped them all home. I had, in fact beat Christmas. no running around, stressing out, yelling and ending up buying some piece of crap gift in a last-minute-flurry. Now, i am savoring and basking in my smug glow :)
pictures soon to follow:
pictures soon to follow:
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Semester wrap-up
Whew. what a semester. Being my first semester away from home in an entirely new environment i have learned so much about myself. First, i now like guacamole, tomatoes and eggs. Who knew? I have come to enjoy the art of silence. When at first i wanted to hang myself because i could not sleep in utter silence since I am use to sisters screaming, fire trucks at 2 am and dogs barking until someone yells profane words out the window. But, most importantly, i have learned that i can finish what i started. Now, i know that i am just one semester down but, i feel like this is the beginning and a major accomplishment knowing that people expected me to drop out the fist month and come crying home. But, i didn't so HA!
So with dark circles under my eyes and in the same pair of sweat pants that i have been wearing all week i drudged to my last final today. A weight has been lifted and the angels are singing when i come out of the class room that i have dreaded going to everyday. FREEDOM. One giant check mark has been checked on my "to do" list of life and i could not feel any better. Now, i can officially enjoy my Christmas vacation.
So with dark circles under my eyes and in the same pair of sweat pants that i have been wearing all week i drudged to my last final today. A weight has been lifted and the angels are singing when i come out of the class room that i have dreaded going to everyday. FREEDOM. One giant check mark has been checked on my "to do" list of life and i could not feel any better. Now, i can officially enjoy my Christmas vacation.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
WWJD?
What would jesus do?
That is exactly what i was thinking at 2:30 am when i was slamming my fists up against my neighbors door. Techno music had been blaring for three hours and i was ready to pounce! I was being nice originally with a simple few bangs on the wall just to warn them that my patience was wearing thin but, apparently you have to be blunt to get anywhere in this world.
With nicely written bible verses up and down her door, a "Have a great day" sticker with a wal mart smiley face next to it, i had been under the impression that these girls were nice, compassionate girls but, as the clock continued to tick... techno got more unpopular to the 4th floor.
I have yet, to solve the mystery since they have been MIA for the weekend but, i may take samuel's advice and spray mace under their door to smoke them out when they come back from their relaxing weekend. But is that what jesus would do?
That is exactly what i was thinking at 2:30 am when i was slamming my fists up against my neighbors door. Techno music had been blaring for three hours and i was ready to pounce! I was being nice originally with a simple few bangs on the wall just to warn them that my patience was wearing thin but, apparently you have to be blunt to get anywhere in this world.
With nicely written bible verses up and down her door, a "Have a great day" sticker with a wal mart smiley face next to it, i had been under the impression that these girls were nice, compassionate girls but, as the clock continued to tick... techno got more unpopular to the 4th floor.
I have yet, to solve the mystery since they have been MIA for the weekend but, i may take samuel's advice and spray mace under their door to smoke them out when they come back from their relaxing weekend. But is that what jesus would do?
Friday, October 1, 2010
ESPN fashion disaster
I would just like to take this time and say that in no way is wearing a tight, white mini skirt and a see through top is NOT professional.
ESPN came to ASU on Thursday and i think that the common thought in all of the girl's heads were that if ESPN was to hire a woman than they would for sure hire a blonde, big boobed, short skirt kinda girl. Now, me being who i am thought no, for sure these highly qualified people will hire an intern based on their qualifications not on their bust size. Clearly i have been asleep for the last ten years or just severly stuck in my own ways. Being raised in DECA i have been trained since the 7th grade how to speak, how to dress, how to represent myself but, it became immient that only a few of us were proud of our DECA high school moments.
For the other, or most of the women in the crowd they decided that their best move was to let everything hang out. No sweetheart i do not want to see your bright pink thong underneath your barley there mini skirt. No i do not want to be blinded by your plantinum blonde hair as you consistently fling it from shoulder to shoulder all the while not fully closing your mouth. Believe me honey we all know that trick.
But something inside of me made me think oh my gosh is this what the world has come to? Will i not be able to get a job in front of the camera unless i succumb to all of the Erin Andrews in the working world? Please God tell me that there is a woman working for ESPN that will see my qualifications and not my G- string.
moments later....
" We are a highly professional work force and we expect nothing but the upmost professionalism and that includes how you talk and what you wear..."
Thats right you in the third row you can leave cause i dont know who your mother is but she would not think that your tube top short combo would be okay for the work force.
Alex: 514
Blonde Bimbos: 2
ESPN came to ASU on Thursday and i think that the common thought in all of the girl's heads were that if ESPN was to hire a woman than they would for sure hire a blonde, big boobed, short skirt kinda girl. Now, me being who i am thought no, for sure these highly qualified people will hire an intern based on their qualifications not on their bust size. Clearly i have been asleep for the last ten years or just severly stuck in my own ways. Being raised in DECA i have been trained since the 7th grade how to speak, how to dress, how to represent myself but, it became immient that only a few of us were proud of our DECA high school moments.
For the other, or most of the women in the crowd they decided that their best move was to let everything hang out. No sweetheart i do not want to see your bright pink thong underneath your barley there mini skirt. No i do not want to be blinded by your plantinum blonde hair as you consistently fling it from shoulder to shoulder all the while not fully closing your mouth. Believe me honey we all know that trick.
But something inside of me made me think oh my gosh is this what the world has come to? Will i not be able to get a job in front of the camera unless i succumb to all of the Erin Andrews in the working world? Please God tell me that there is a woman working for ESPN that will see my qualifications and not my G- string.
moments later....
" We are a highly professional work force and we expect nothing but the upmost professionalism and that includes how you talk and what you wear..."
Thats right you in the third row you can leave cause i dont know who your mother is but she would not think that your tube top short combo would be okay for the work force.
Alex: 514
Blonde Bimbos: 2
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
public transportation
Oh, the people you will meet on the light rail.
In the field of journalism and just as a reporter in general i have always been curious about other people and have always been a big fan of people watching. My home town fair is my favorite but that is another story all in its own...
But, my fascination, to say the least, has always gotten my into trouble.
The light rail has by far been my biggest adventure and its not because of where I am going, but its more like who i am traveling with.
There is the woman who sings show tunes to herself (and most of the train)
the woman who takes up three seats,
the man who forgot to put on his shoes,
the man with the pitbull that likes to defend his master and growl at every single person that walks by,
the little kid that always sneezes and has yet to learn the lesson of covering her mouth,
The comic con nerd who is decked out in pokemon attire with hair down to his butt,
the wheel chair man with a pony tail that has a huge american flag attached to him, and the couple that loves to touch each other when they think that no one is looking but, yes indeed there is always someone looking.
Now this is not fair to all light rail riders because mostly it consists of ASU students that are smarter than me that just shove their head phones in their ears and avoid eye contact with anyone and everything,
the mother and child who ride each morning to day care,
the muscular, sweaty boy that just cused out the guy who keeps stepping on his foot but than graciously gets up for the old lady to sit down,
the mexican man that does not speak english but always offers to share his gatorade with me, and finally my favorite the business man that fell asleep on my shoulder and than flipped me 20 bucks for his "inconvience."
In the field of journalism and just as a reporter in general i have always been curious about other people and have always been a big fan of people watching. My home town fair is my favorite but that is another story all in its own...
But, my fascination, to say the least, has always gotten my into trouble.
The light rail has by far been my biggest adventure and its not because of where I am going, but its more like who i am traveling with.
There is the woman who sings show tunes to herself (and most of the train)
the woman who takes up three seats,
the man who forgot to put on his shoes,
the man with the pitbull that likes to defend his master and growl at every single person that walks by,
the little kid that always sneezes and has yet to learn the lesson of covering her mouth,
The comic con nerd who is decked out in pokemon attire with hair down to his butt,
the wheel chair man with a pony tail that has a huge american flag attached to him, and the couple that loves to touch each other when they think that no one is looking but, yes indeed there is always someone looking.
Now this is not fair to all light rail riders because mostly it consists of ASU students that are smarter than me that just shove their head phones in their ears and avoid eye contact with anyone and everything,
the mother and child who ride each morning to day care,
the muscular, sweaty boy that just cused out the guy who keeps stepping on his foot but than graciously gets up for the old lady to sit down,
the mexican man that does not speak english but always offers to share his gatorade with me, and finally my favorite the business man that fell asleep on my shoulder and than flipped me 20 bucks for his "inconvience."
Monday, September 20, 2010
made for journalism
A few of the Monday night speakers here at ASU, have been very discouraging...
They tell their stories of how they "fell" into journalism and that getting into journalism was an "accident." What if i have wanted to be in journalism since...forever? Does that count for anything? does that give me a leg up?
I want to do this for the rest of my life... and this is just the beginning:)
http://www.statepress.com/2010/09/20/volleyball-closes-tournament-with-loss-against-utah/
They tell their stories of how they "fell" into journalism and that getting into journalism was an "accident." What if i have wanted to be in journalism since...forever? Does that count for anything? does that give me a leg up?
I want to do this for the rest of my life... and this is just the beginning:)
http://www.statepress.com/2010/09/20/volleyball-closes-tournament-with-loss-against-utah/
Saturday, August 21, 2010
college
You mean i dont have to ask my mama before i go out?
You mean i can come and go whenever i leave?
Wow! what is this? College.
After the last 20 years of my life being tagged along with two sisters and asking permission to stay out til midnight, i am finally at the place where i can do and go where ever i want : )
But, i must admit it is a little strange. To do homework or watch tv and not have anyone else around. To not have those partners in crime.
The time has come for change and i must grab it.
You mean i can come and go whenever i leave?
Wow! what is this? College.
After the last 20 years of my life being tagged along with two sisters and asking permission to stay out til midnight, i am finally at the place where i can do and go where ever i want : )
But, i must admit it is a little strange. To do homework or watch tv and not have anyone else around. To not have those partners in crime.
The time has come for change and i must grab it.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Spray on Tan
My summer has been filled with adventures thus far! Days of reading, swimming, camping and watching endless hours of reality tv has now become what a typical day looks like for me and, even though i have felt bored at times, i know that i will never have this chance again to just ... do nothing.
On my lovely Quest for Greatness through the summer something was missing. A tan.
My Washingtonian skin was not adapting well to the endless days of sunshine that our state was all of a sudden having. I will be in Arizona home of the 100 plus days soon and i wanted to make sure that when i did eventually get to AZ i would not look like such an outsider. I wanted to look like a sun kissed Phoeniz goddess.
Keep in mind that i was thinking all of this when i was striping down and ignoring all warnings that i had heard.
I will not regret any tanning decision that i made but, if i had to rewind i would rather have just rolled around in the mud. :\
My face was as dark as an African, half of my body was a different color and i may have been allergic to it since the itching did not stop for days!!
Two weeks later i am still paying for my decision because now i am softly fading in different parts of my body. To the person walking down the street, i may look like a disease ridden hospital patient but, have no fear it was just an unwise beauty decision.
What was the lesson i learned? Be content with your looks and know that even people in AZ are white.
On my lovely Quest for Greatness through the summer something was missing. A tan.
My Washingtonian skin was not adapting well to the endless days of sunshine that our state was all of a sudden having. I will be in Arizona home of the 100 plus days soon and i wanted to make sure that when i did eventually get to AZ i would not look like such an outsider. I wanted to look like a sun kissed Phoeniz goddess.
Keep in mind that i was thinking all of this when i was striping down and ignoring all warnings that i had heard.
I will not regret any tanning decision that i made but, if i had to rewind i would rather have just rolled around in the mud. :\
My face was as dark as an African, half of my body was a different color and i may have been allergic to it since the itching did not stop for days!!
Two weeks later i am still paying for my decision because now i am softly fading in different parts of my body. To the person walking down the street, i may look like a disease ridden hospital patient but, have no fear it was just an unwise beauty decision.
What was the lesson i learned? Be content with your looks and know that even people in AZ are white.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
summer job
For the first time since i was 16 and working at Taco Time, i have always had a job. Sometimes three at one time. But this summer... nothing.
At first, yes, i was sad and depressed because of the lack of money i would be bringing in and how much time i would have on my hands but than it hit me, i wont have a job. I wont have a commitment.
This is going to be the greatest summer ever! i am going to do things i have always wanted to do but never had time to. I am going to spend time with the people that i want to but never got to because of my "hectic schedule."
I am going to read all the books that i buy but are sitting on my shelf because i never had the time to read. I am going to tan til i am crisp. I am going to do my Wii fit that i begged my mom for and never use. I am going camping with my boyfriend and just enjoy every minute of it and not have to worry about getting home to get to my job. I am going to spend time with the family before i go off to the desert.
I am just going to relax.
If you are looking for me, i will be in the hammock, reading and more than likely probably sleeping :)
At first, yes, i was sad and depressed because of the lack of money i would be bringing in and how much time i would have on my hands but than it hit me, i wont have a job. I wont have a commitment.
This is going to be the greatest summer ever! i am going to do things i have always wanted to do but never had time to. I am going to spend time with the people that i want to but never got to because of my "hectic schedule."
I am going to read all the books that i buy but are sitting on my shelf because i never had the time to read. I am going to tan til i am crisp. I am going to do my Wii fit that i begged my mom for and never use. I am going camping with my boyfriend and just enjoy every minute of it and not have to worry about getting home to get to my job. I am going to spend time with the family before i go off to the desert.
I am just going to relax.
If you are looking for me, i will be in the hammock, reading and more than likely probably sleeping :)
Monday, May 24, 2010
i refuse to suck the brains
Yes, i eat sushi and i rather enjoy it. I like fish, shrimp and most "bottom dwellers" as sam calls them but, i refuse to suck the brains out of crawfish.
I walk into my friends back yard and there is a huge white cooler filled with STILL living crawfish. THere is a giant boiling pot next to the cooler where the guys take a bucketfull and boil them that way. They all seem to be trying to escape but with all of their friends and family being boiled right next to them, their fate seems to be made for them.
I than made the first mistake of the night. I named one of them. It was the cutest little guy and we made eye contact and it was over. i named it bud. Its little red claws reached out and touched my heart, i couldnt let bud get boiled and eaten like the rest of his family.
Meanwhile...
my friend was giving a demonstration about how to crack them open. "its simple" he said. "you uncurl their tails and break them off of their body. You than eat that little piece of meat,( thats a disgusting yellow poop color) and than you take the rest of the body and suck out all of their brains and juices." WTF are you kidding me! i said to myself no no no no i refuse to suck the brains out but, i didnt want to look like a wimp so i thought i would at least try. I picked up what looked like bud's mom and i said a little prayer and tried to break her little body open. Her claws kept getting in the way and i just couldnt bring myself around to eating this animal that had been eating poop its whole life, to put it in my mouth.
i stuck with eating hot dogs. not like that is a great alternatve but it got my mind off of eating bud's mother.
Loved the party, the people and it was a great way to start the summer off but, God rest his soul.
In the loving memory of Bud the crawfish
I walk into my friends back yard and there is a huge white cooler filled with STILL living crawfish. THere is a giant boiling pot next to the cooler where the guys take a bucketfull and boil them that way. They all seem to be trying to escape but with all of their friends and family being boiled right next to them, their fate seems to be made for them.
I than made the first mistake of the night. I named one of them. It was the cutest little guy and we made eye contact and it was over. i named it bud. Its little red claws reached out and touched my heart, i couldnt let bud get boiled and eaten like the rest of his family.
Meanwhile...
my friend was giving a demonstration about how to crack them open. "its simple" he said. "you uncurl their tails and break them off of their body. You than eat that little piece of meat,( thats a disgusting yellow poop color) and than you take the rest of the body and suck out all of their brains and juices." WTF are you kidding me! i said to myself no no no no i refuse to suck the brains out but, i didnt want to look like a wimp so i thought i would at least try. I picked up what looked like bud's mom and i said a little prayer and tried to break her little body open. Her claws kept getting in the way and i just couldnt bring myself around to eating this animal that had been eating poop its whole life, to put it in my mouth.
i stuck with eating hot dogs. not like that is a great alternatve but it got my mind off of eating bud's mother.
Loved the party, the people and it was a great way to start the summer off but, God rest his soul.
In the loving memory of Bud the crawfish
Sunday, May 16, 2010
calorie count
Why on God's green earth would i want a calorie count with my mcdonald meal?!
Funny story:
I took mariah and her friend to dinner on the way home from a fundraiser on Saturday and thought Wendy's was the best choice. I mean who doesn't love a frosty after bagging food for African kids?
I pull up to the window, i mean why would i get out of the car and exert myself when i can just go through the drive thru?
so i pull up to the window and underneath all of the meals, there are these numbers. Fairly high numbers i might add neatly painted underneath the huge picture of the greatest looking burger in the world. It than dawns on me... omg this is the end of me. How dare they let me know how much damage i am doing to my own body? Can a girl not order a guilt free meal now a days?!
Needless to say, i have a new goal, no more fast food.
or at least find the fast food chains that dont have those dumb little numbers underneath them.
Funny story:
I took mariah and her friend to dinner on the way home from a fundraiser on Saturday and thought Wendy's was the best choice. I mean who doesn't love a frosty after bagging food for African kids?
I pull up to the window, i mean why would i get out of the car and exert myself when i can just go through the drive thru?
so i pull up to the window and underneath all of the meals, there are these numbers. Fairly high numbers i might add neatly painted underneath the huge picture of the greatest looking burger in the world. It than dawns on me... omg this is the end of me. How dare they let me know how much damage i am doing to my own body? Can a girl not order a guilt free meal now a days?!
Needless to say, i have a new goal, no more fast food.
or at least find the fast food chains that dont have those dumb little numbers underneath them.
Monday, May 10, 2010
sailboat ambition
My new ambition in life is to buy a wooden sailboat and sail around the Cape of Good Hope. Dont ask me where i got this idea or why i have this intense love for sailboats... i just do.
so let me dream.
buy a sailboat. Sail around the Cape of Good Hope. Accomplish that and get a swallow tattoo.
Apparently sailors use to get a swallow tattoo after sailing five thousand nautical miles or around the Cape of Good Hope. I now want one.
I figure that this will allow me time to get closer to God, i could read, and it would give me time to write my book. (which i am still unsure of what the topic is)
Symbolically, sailboats are meant to enjoy the day and just enjoy the day and the environment around you. Not that i dont love going disgustingly fast in a motor boat but, the sail boat has a sense of relaxation and you lose all track of time and all that you know is that your alive.
I want it. im doing it
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
on the road again
Once upon a time, going to college was enough
Once upon a time, just knowing who you were was enough
Now... you have to have a five year plan and be able to execute it without mistakes.
the constent pressure for young people today to be the best.
What about just being your best?
What if my Quest for Greatness does not revolve around money?
What if my Quest for Greatness is revolved around happiness?
Once upon a time, just knowing who you were was enough
Now... you have to have a five year plan and be able to execute it without mistakes.
the constent pressure for young people today to be the best.
What about just being your best?
What if my Quest for Greatness does not revolve around money?
What if my Quest for Greatness is revolved around happiness?
Monday, April 19, 2010
mystery man
My mom and i traveled to Arizona State University this weekend and fell totally in love! To think that my two years of working at a community college was finally about to end and pay off. But, for some reason i couldnt get the mystery man out of my head that we had randomly bumped into.
i was chatting with my mom in line at the financial aid office about how i was feeling towards maybe trying for the water polo team or just sticking to Journalism. My college basketball career didnt go as planned and i feel like if i push water polo i would grow to hate it and not want to play again. Its something i have been debating within myself for some time now.
When he suddenly appeared...
Tall, dark and handsome he interrupted and explained how he couldnt help but overhear how i had played sports and that he too was an athlete and had played basketball at Duke. He had been in a car crash three years ago and was originally 6 foot six but from where i was standing he could not have been any more than 6'2 or 6'3. He had broken his pelvis in 48 different spots. (dont quote me on this the number may not be quite correct but it was along those lines) He is going to have reconstructive surgery on his eyes next week and claims that he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
This is when my investgative reporting, way too curious for my own good mind started turning...
had i read something about this? it sounds familiar? what was he doing here?
"I am very blessed to still be here," i can still hear him say that, like an echo in a dark room.
"Follow your dreams and dont stop," he said to me.
Im not sure why but, it stuck. This man had been through so much and yet, he was still going to school and trying to make something of himself.
Maybe community college wasn't that bad after all
i was chatting with my mom in line at the financial aid office about how i was feeling towards maybe trying for the water polo team or just sticking to Journalism. My college basketball career didnt go as planned and i feel like if i push water polo i would grow to hate it and not want to play again. Its something i have been debating within myself for some time now.
When he suddenly appeared...
Tall, dark and handsome he interrupted and explained how he couldnt help but overhear how i had played sports and that he too was an athlete and had played basketball at Duke. He had been in a car crash three years ago and was originally 6 foot six but from where i was standing he could not have been any more than 6'2 or 6'3. He had broken his pelvis in 48 different spots. (dont quote me on this the number may not be quite correct but it was along those lines) He is going to have reconstructive surgery on his eyes next week and claims that he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
This is when my investgative reporting, way too curious for my own good mind started turning...
had i read something about this? it sounds familiar? what was he doing here?
"I am very blessed to still be here," i can still hear him say that, like an echo in a dark room.
"Follow your dreams and dont stop," he said to me.
Im not sure why but, it stuck. This man had been through so much and yet, he was still going to school and trying to make something of himself.
Maybe community college wasn't that bad after all
Monday, April 12, 2010
my rave experience
New Year's resolution: TRY NEW THINGS
1. went the bathroom in a men's bathroom
2. went to a rave
Red Fish, Blue fish
One Fish, Two Fish
freaky people, ugly people,
young people, old people,
Fake boobs, real boobs
men in tutus, women in tutus
underwear underwear underwear
At one point i texted my mother " I hope Christ does not come back tonight so he won't see me here with these people."
good experience, would i go again? no.
1. went the bathroom in a men's bathroom
2. went to a rave
Red Fish, Blue fish
One Fish, Two Fish
freaky people, ugly people,
young people, old people,
Fake boobs, real boobs
men in tutus, women in tutus
underwear underwear underwear
At one point i texted my mother " I hope Christ does not come back tonight so he won't see me here with these people."
good experience, would i go again? no.
Monday, April 5, 2010
life is like a movie
To close one door may seem painful at the time, missed opportunities, break ups, closed relationships, dead ends, no light....
God always lights the path for my every question, even when i dont ask. Its like in a movie theatre and god forbide your a little late so the obvious chose to an open seat is hard to see. So you wait for your eyes to adjust, you stumble and make a fool of yourself trying to find where you belong and when you finally do find your seat you sigh a breathe of relief.
Life is like a movie theatre.
God lights up the aisles and guides you but he's careful not to light up your seat like a giant Hollywood bilboard because, after all your suppose to be making your own decisions.
When my college basketball career didnt go as "planned," i felt like God had turned of the lights. Where was i suppose to go? Is this not what you wanted?
THe door was slammed in my face but, with prayer, patience and persistence a door will open.
Maybe not the movie i thought i wanted to see, but who am i to question the director.
God always lights the path for my every question, even when i dont ask. Its like in a movie theatre and god forbide your a little late so the obvious chose to an open seat is hard to see. So you wait for your eyes to adjust, you stumble and make a fool of yourself trying to find where you belong and when you finally do find your seat you sigh a breathe of relief.
Life is like a movie theatre.
God lights up the aisles and guides you but he's careful not to light up your seat like a giant Hollywood bilboard because, after all your suppose to be making your own decisions.
When my college basketball career didnt go as "planned," i felt like God had turned of the lights. Where was i suppose to go? Is this not what you wanted?
THe door was slammed in my face but, with prayer, patience and persistence a door will open.
Maybe not the movie i thought i wanted to see, but who am i to question the director.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Cruise adventures
Probably the greatest vacation i have ever gone on!
From exploring islands, snorkeling, lounging by the pool, hanging out with sam 24\7 and not being plugged into my cell phone was just what i needed from my busy crazy schedule.
I can now proudly say that i am no longer Casper white and i feel less stressed :)
That was until i got home and found out that my mom had went through a mid life crisis and got her nose pierced as well as my sister getting a "shiny zit" as i call it on her upper lip. I leave for a week and everything goes to hell in a hand basket, i cant imagine what they will do when i leave for Arizona :\
But i had to get back to reality and now, back to my hectice schedule...
countdown for summer has already begun.
From exploring islands, snorkeling, lounging by the pool, hanging out with sam 24\7 and not being plugged into my cell phone was just what i needed from my busy crazy schedule.
I can now proudly say that i am no longer Casper white and i feel less stressed :)
That was until i got home and found out that my mom had went through a mid life crisis and got her nose pierced as well as my sister getting a "shiny zit" as i call it on her upper lip. I leave for a week and everything goes to hell in a hand basket, i cant imagine what they will do when i leave for Arizona :\
But i had to get back to reality and now, back to my hectice schedule...
countdown for summer has already begun.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
opportunity knocking
I, Alexandra Catherine Clark, have been chosen out of the entire country to participate in the 2010 Poynter Journalism fellowhip! It is two weeks in Florida with 40 other journalism freaks learning and experiencing all kinds of new journalism information. The only problem, the tuition will cost me $1,700! Are you kidding me?! that does not include food, hotel or whatever else i may need :\
So hopefully my email begging for financial aid will come through because i would hate to give my spot up to some other anxious college student!
I feel like this year i have been traveling like crazy from Miami for water polo, orlando for disney world, now my crusie, arizona in april, i feel like quite the experienced traveler. Watch me take the world by storm :)
So, hopefully that will work out and if not, i know that God will present me with another great opportunity like he always does.
On another note, i am freaking out because i will be technology free for ten days while on the cruise and i dont know how my 2010 minded body will adapt to that.
For example, my mother, boyfriend (poor sam) and i were watching Julie and Julia and she was using carbon paper to make two copies and i looked at my mom and said " mom what is she doing? and whats that machine shes typing on?" i than ducked as she swung for my head because i had no idea what carbon paper did and why on earth she would be typing on what they use to call a "type writer" :)
Another example, i was booking our flights to Arizona next month and instead of just letting me handle all of it, my mother insists on looking everything over and than the questions start. Why does it say that? What does that mean? Why is the printer making that noise? blah blah blah! Frustration to the max!
Needless to say i will be bringing my laptop on the crusie to sign up for my classes in the fall because if i let her do it she would accidentally sign me up for welding or some silly art class that i might enjoy.
2 days til im cruising on the beautiful caribbean :)
So hopefully my email begging for financial aid will come through because i would hate to give my spot up to some other anxious college student!
I feel like this year i have been traveling like crazy from Miami for water polo, orlando for disney world, now my crusie, arizona in april, i feel like quite the experienced traveler. Watch me take the world by storm :)
So, hopefully that will work out and if not, i know that God will present me with another great opportunity like he always does.
On another note, i am freaking out because i will be technology free for ten days while on the cruise and i dont know how my 2010 minded body will adapt to that.
For example, my mother, boyfriend (poor sam) and i were watching Julie and Julia and she was using carbon paper to make two copies and i looked at my mom and said " mom what is she doing? and whats that machine shes typing on?" i than ducked as she swung for my head because i had no idea what carbon paper did and why on earth she would be typing on what they use to call a "type writer" :)
Another example, i was booking our flights to Arizona next month and instead of just letting me handle all of it, my mother insists on looking everything over and than the questions start. Why does it say that? What does that mean? Why is the printer making that noise? blah blah blah! Frustration to the max!
Needless to say i will be bringing my laptop on the crusie to sign up for my classes in the fall because if i let her do it she would accidentally sign me up for welding or some silly art class that i might enjoy.
2 days til im cruising on the beautiful caribbean :)
Monday, March 15, 2010
stress level
I will now write in bullets because that is how my mind is currently working:
. gotta study study study for three finals
. gotta pack for a week
. go to dentist
. get tanner, skinnier
. wax eyebrows :\
. avoid getting sick over the blood van being on campus
. avoid getting sick
. clean room and get a lock for closet door
. help grandma crying in bathroom about her cat
. get tax info ready
. CHARGE PHONE!
. pack, pack, pack, pack
. Remember to breathe:)
. gotta study study study for three finals
. gotta pack for a week
. go to dentist
. get tanner, skinnier
. wax eyebrows :\
. avoid getting sick over the blood van being on campus
. avoid getting sick
. clean room and get a lock for closet door
. help grandma crying in bathroom about her cat
. get tax info ready
. CHARGE PHONE!
. pack, pack, pack, pack
. Remember to breathe:)
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
HOT yoga
My new year's resolution was to try new things.... i may regret that.
Hot yoga sounded like a great way to relax in the heat, to get away from this sporadic snow fall and to just escape and imagine myself on a tropical island somewhere. false.
My nerves got the best of me once we pulled up to the building because several people were throwing themselves out the door to get some fresh air as steam started to lift off of them. Almost like if there was a fire inside a building and everyone tried to push their bodies out the small, only exit, door. Thank God for stephanie as she basically held my hand the whole time, i think she sensed my mental break down.
I was greeted in the locker room by women walking around the bathroom completely buck naked. I mean stark,freaking naked. just walking around fixing their hair like what? you.ve never seen these before? I felt like a little boy in the bra section of a department store just trying not to stare and have my mouth gap open, for my pure disgust was clearly written on my face.
I voluntarily went into a dark 105 degree room filled with bodies. Packed in like african slaves on a slave boat, packed. I was two inches from the next person and i would just like to take this time to mention that this is America and in America fat people can do hot yoga too. Fat people can come and wear little to nothing and sweat right along with the rest of us. And yes, they like to position themselves right in front of me.
" Now pick one place and focus your eyes on that one spot and just stand still," my response to that was to find the fatest person in the room and to count their fat rolls because yes, they decided that it was necessary to wear spandex on that particular day. AND dont even get me started on tattoos on people that is a blog in its own!
so im stretching and finding my inner self and breathing and focusing all the while water is streaming out of every pore of my body. EVERY PORE IN MY BODY. You know how disgusting that is? My father sweats just watching tv and dont ask sam to go throw the trash out cause he will sweat just thinking about it but, i dont sweat. maybe a little sparkle during basketball practice but never like this.
At one point i just layed down and concentrated on now trying to pass out, laying there like a dead fish. and silly me thinking that this would climatize me for Arizona. Silly girl.
Have you ever seen final destination? Where the girls die in a tanning bed and fry to death? Thats what started to cross my mind as i was trying to defeat the "demons that make you want to stop"
"Your warm up is now complete" FML
THAT WAS THE WARM UP?!?! after 90 minutes of inferno heat i left the 'hopefully' sanitized death room a hot mess and smelling like an old gym sock.
Hot yoga sounded like a great way to relax in the heat, to get away from this sporadic snow fall and to just escape and imagine myself on a tropical island somewhere. false.
My nerves got the best of me once we pulled up to the building because several people were throwing themselves out the door to get some fresh air as steam started to lift off of them. Almost like if there was a fire inside a building and everyone tried to push their bodies out the small, only exit, door. Thank God for stephanie as she basically held my hand the whole time, i think she sensed my mental break down.
I was greeted in the locker room by women walking around the bathroom completely buck naked. I mean stark,freaking naked. just walking around fixing their hair like what? you.ve never seen these before? I felt like a little boy in the bra section of a department store just trying not to stare and have my mouth gap open, for my pure disgust was clearly written on my face.
I voluntarily went into a dark 105 degree room filled with bodies. Packed in like african slaves on a slave boat, packed. I was two inches from the next person and i would just like to take this time to mention that this is America and in America fat people can do hot yoga too. Fat people can come and wear little to nothing and sweat right along with the rest of us. And yes, they like to position themselves right in front of me.
" Now pick one place and focus your eyes on that one spot and just stand still," my response to that was to find the fatest person in the room and to count their fat rolls because yes, they decided that it was necessary to wear spandex on that particular day. AND dont even get me started on tattoos on people that is a blog in its own!
so im stretching and finding my inner self and breathing and focusing all the while water is streaming out of every pore of my body. EVERY PORE IN MY BODY. You know how disgusting that is? My father sweats just watching tv and dont ask sam to go throw the trash out cause he will sweat just thinking about it but, i dont sweat. maybe a little sparkle during basketball practice but never like this.
At one point i just layed down and concentrated on now trying to pass out, laying there like a dead fish. and silly me thinking that this would climatize me for Arizona. Silly girl.
Have you ever seen final destination? Where the girls die in a tanning bed and fry to death? Thats what started to cross my mind as i was trying to defeat the "demons that make you want to stop"
"Your warm up is now complete" FML
THAT WAS THE WARM UP?!?! after 90 minutes of inferno heat i left the 'hopefully' sanitized death room a hot mess and smelling like an old gym sock.
Monday, March 1, 2010
church walls
If church walls could talk....
I would be guilty of crying for forgivness.
I would be guilty of singing at the top of my lungs in hopes that God hears me.
I would be guilty of falling asleep on my mothers shoulder.
I would be guilty of smacking my sister in the back of the head when i was pretending to just put my arm around her.
I would be guilty of day dreaming about what the guitarist would look like in board shorts and a v-neck t shirt.
I would be guilty of singing so loud in order to try and make up for the loss of my father's voice.
I would be guilty of sinning the night before and than pretending like God had no idea.
Inside those church walls I have pushed boys inside those walls in order for them to be good enough for my family. But this boy walks in by himself.
Inside those church walls they have seen me lose everything and gain everything. Smile so wide, cry so much they think the floods have come.
Inside those church walls...
I would be guilty of crying for forgivness.
I would be guilty of singing at the top of my lungs in hopes that God hears me.
I would be guilty of falling asleep on my mothers shoulder.
I would be guilty of smacking my sister in the back of the head when i was pretending to just put my arm around her.
I would be guilty of day dreaming about what the guitarist would look like in board shorts and a v-neck t shirt.
I would be guilty of singing so loud in order to try and make up for the loss of my father's voice.
I would be guilty of sinning the night before and than pretending like God had no idea.
Inside those church walls I have pushed boys inside those walls in order for them to be good enough for my family. But this boy walks in by himself.
Inside those church walls they have seen me lose everything and gain everything. Smile so wide, cry so much they think the floods have come.
Inside those church walls...
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
rain rain rain
So we as washingtonians were surpirsed when for a few days the temperature came out of freezing mode and the sun was out and shoooot i even saw some flip flops but, much to our dismay within 48 hours our weather went back to normal.
I feel that our little valley came to life in those two days. I saw people walking their dogs, couples were running together and kids didnt seem to mind walking home from school that day. It was like the people that came out of noah's ark for the first time. They just stood their in amazement wondering what to do. It made everyone excited for the spring and summer months ahead and it was like God was giving us a little break in the middle of our long winter to remind people what lies before us.
For me, i need to get use to the sun. If im going to get use to the Arizona sun 24\7 than i better love every minute of washington's mild summers. I can not wait til i can just wear shorts all the time and not have to worry about bringing a jacket or sweatshirt for later. I am so ready for a change!
I am ready to be on my own and be in a new environment and im ready to be with new people! I am ready for the next chapter of my life to begin....
so stay tuned :)
I feel that our little valley came to life in those two days. I saw people walking their dogs, couples were running together and kids didnt seem to mind walking home from school that day. It was like the people that came out of noah's ark for the first time. They just stood their in amazement wondering what to do. It made everyone excited for the spring and summer months ahead and it was like God was giving us a little break in the middle of our long winter to remind people what lies before us.
For me, i need to get use to the sun. If im going to get use to the Arizona sun 24\7 than i better love every minute of washington's mild summers. I can not wait til i can just wear shorts all the time and not have to worry about bringing a jacket or sweatshirt for later. I am so ready for a change!
I am ready to be on my own and be in a new environment and im ready to be with new people! I am ready for the next chapter of my life to begin....
so stay tuned :)
Monday, February 15, 2010
the day after
The day after valentines day is somewhat like the day after prom or the money after new years. Its just a regular day.
All this hype is put into OMG what are we gonna do and what are you going to get me and than heaven forbid you dont have a loved one to share the special day with, we wouldnt want that person to feel left out, now would we.
I came to this realization yesterday as i was eating fondu in a tent in my living room, Valentines day is not just about spending time and giving and receiving gifts, its about the actual rememberance of love. Whether you are single or not, everyone has loved someone, whether it be your father, mother, girlfriend or boyfriend everyone knows what love feels like. All you need is love the beatles once wrote but, i feel that it is what makes the world go around.
Christ died for our sins because he loves us. My father married my mother because he loves her. My mother takes care of her mother because she loves her. Why not have a day to remember and focus on that feeling. Society today has made Valentine's day a day for presents and mushy-gushy PDA couples to be allowed in public but, i think that in the beginning it was more than that. It was about that feeling that you get when someone you love walks into a room, or making something hand made for you mom and see her face light up or the feeling you get when you successfully pull off a great surprise. Valentines day is not about getting cards or the cutest teddy bear alive,which i got, its about knowing that there is an emotion that can over take your body and make you feel like you have never felt before.
So in regards to the fact that i am madly in love, i can say that i had the best valentines day ever because not only do i have the greatest boyfriend ever, i also recognized that Valentines day is about all of us and how we love the feeling of love in every form that it comes. <3
All this hype is put into OMG what are we gonna do and what are you going to get me and than heaven forbid you dont have a loved one to share the special day with, we wouldnt want that person to feel left out, now would we.
I came to this realization yesterday as i was eating fondu in a tent in my living room, Valentines day is not just about spending time and giving and receiving gifts, its about the actual rememberance of love. Whether you are single or not, everyone has loved someone, whether it be your father, mother, girlfriend or boyfriend everyone knows what love feels like. All you need is love the beatles once wrote but, i feel that it is what makes the world go around.
Christ died for our sins because he loves us. My father married my mother because he loves her. My mother takes care of her mother because she loves her. Why not have a day to remember and focus on that feeling. Society today has made Valentine's day a day for presents and mushy-gushy PDA couples to be allowed in public but, i think that in the beginning it was more than that. It was about that feeling that you get when someone you love walks into a room, or making something hand made for you mom and see her face light up or the feeling you get when you successfully pull off a great surprise. Valentines day is not about getting cards or the cutest teddy bear alive,which i got, its about knowing that there is an emotion that can over take your body and make you feel like you have never felt before.
So in regards to the fact that i am madly in love, i can say that i had the best valentines day ever because not only do i have the greatest boyfriend ever, i also recognized that Valentines day is about all of us and how we love the feeling of love in every form that it comes. <3
Friday, February 5, 2010
Gym attire
On my Quest for Greatness I am stuck in a mediocre, minimum wage job picking up sweaty towels from the guys that spend all their time checking their biceps out in the mirror and grunting for others to know just how much they are trying not to poop their pants.
I have been an athlete for most of my life and i can say that i have spent a good portion of my life in the gym. During this time i have paid little to no attention to what i was wearing. As long as i could move in it and it was comfortable i would just throw it on and go work out with the team or just put in the Ipod and try to escape by myself.
Now that i work at a gym i seem to have a different perspective on gym attire now. It seems to me that even though you are inside a place where you are trying to improve your outer appearance, you must have a already great body to not be judged in the gym. Sad but true. New year's resolutions around the world are to get fit and to get in better shape but, where do you do that? If you are over weight you cant work out at a gym for fear of being judged that you are fat. And god knows you cant just go run on the street for another fear of people honking and yelling crude things at the fat jiggling on you. Its a catch 22 if i have ever seen one.
Hanging out with a few high school boys the other night ( no questions please) after they got back from the gym to them debating which girl was the hottest. They than admited to first going to work out,( the grunting, bicep flexing boys that i refered to) and secondly going to see what kind of girls were there. Now i thought to myself how many times have i been in the gym on the bike or tread mill and just running and not knowing who was around me? Are you telling me that basketball shorts and your father's go army shirt is not sexy? Your telling me that i have to go to the gym and look cute and thin and sweat in a way that it is just glistening and not pouring out of every pore of my body? This is crazy!
How are people suppose to go to the gym to lose weight and get that rockin bod, if everytime they go they get looks and stares? I than came up with one thought: Girls that go to the gym must have high confidence levels.
So after years of making fun of the girls that run on the treadmills with huge hoop earrings and their hair flowing behind them as they try and pretend that their legs arent going to fall off, maybe they are the ones that have the right idea. Maybe those are the girls that go to the gym just to go after one of those grunting, hormone raging men?
So after that informative night i now have to go and buy tight fitting yoga pants, clevage bearing work out shirts (wtf are those) and shoes that always look brand new and show off my shiny, freshly tanned legs.
I have now come to a new idea: I dont care that much :)
I have been an athlete for most of my life and i can say that i have spent a good portion of my life in the gym. During this time i have paid little to no attention to what i was wearing. As long as i could move in it and it was comfortable i would just throw it on and go work out with the team or just put in the Ipod and try to escape by myself.
Now that i work at a gym i seem to have a different perspective on gym attire now. It seems to me that even though you are inside a place where you are trying to improve your outer appearance, you must have a already great body to not be judged in the gym. Sad but true. New year's resolutions around the world are to get fit and to get in better shape but, where do you do that? If you are over weight you cant work out at a gym for fear of being judged that you are fat. And god knows you cant just go run on the street for another fear of people honking and yelling crude things at the fat jiggling on you. Its a catch 22 if i have ever seen one.
Hanging out with a few high school boys the other night ( no questions please) after they got back from the gym to them debating which girl was the hottest. They than admited to first going to work out,( the grunting, bicep flexing boys that i refered to) and secondly going to see what kind of girls were there. Now i thought to myself how many times have i been in the gym on the bike or tread mill and just running and not knowing who was around me? Are you telling me that basketball shorts and your father's go army shirt is not sexy? Your telling me that i have to go to the gym and look cute and thin and sweat in a way that it is just glistening and not pouring out of every pore of my body? This is crazy!
How are people suppose to go to the gym to lose weight and get that rockin bod, if everytime they go they get looks and stares? I than came up with one thought: Girls that go to the gym must have high confidence levels.
So after years of making fun of the girls that run on the treadmills with huge hoop earrings and their hair flowing behind them as they try and pretend that their legs arent going to fall off, maybe they are the ones that have the right idea. Maybe those are the girls that go to the gym just to go after one of those grunting, hormone raging men?
So after that informative night i now have to go and buy tight fitting yoga pants, clevage bearing work out shirts (wtf are those) and shoes that always look brand new and show off my shiny, freshly tanned legs.
I have now come to a new idea: I dont care that much :)
Monday, February 1, 2010
wake up in the morning
Wake up in the morning feeling like P didddy? absolutely not.
When it comes to a girl's hair some may say that it defines them, which may seem shallow but when you think about it, your hair tells a great deal about you.
lets take me for example.
I like to think that i have some control over my shoulder length dark brown hair but everyday it seems that i have less and less. God knows how much money i have spent over equipment trying to straighten, curl, crimp, wave and dye my hair in order to make it that perfect symbol of what i want people to take me as.
My sister has long golden blonde hair and i watch as she spends hours straightening and re straightening and than hair spraying it into place so that she can walk out the door and impress the puyallup valley at the beauty that her hair portrays.
Me on the other hand, i have given up. I would wake up 2 hours early for school just to make sure that every hair was in place so that when i stepped into that prison of a school kids would think that i magically just woke up that morning looking like that. I swear my hair has a mind of its own, and god bless the freaking weather to where i get my hair to finally get what i want it to do and than POOF i walk outside and of course its raining. RUINED!
I think that now more than ever my hair is just a reflection of me. I wake up in the morning and just go with the flow, if i try to straighten and crimp and perfect it, it only rebels against me more. what is the point of me waking up 2 hours before a class to perfect something that was never meant to perfect? I give a huge high five for my sister who has great hair but as for me, i prefer to wake up in the morning and try to minimize the mufasa, bed head look that currently defines me.
When it comes to a girl's hair some may say that it defines them, which may seem shallow but when you think about it, your hair tells a great deal about you.
lets take me for example.
I like to think that i have some control over my shoulder length dark brown hair but everyday it seems that i have less and less. God knows how much money i have spent over equipment trying to straighten, curl, crimp, wave and dye my hair in order to make it that perfect symbol of what i want people to take me as.
My sister has long golden blonde hair and i watch as she spends hours straightening and re straightening and than hair spraying it into place so that she can walk out the door and impress the puyallup valley at the beauty that her hair portrays.
Me on the other hand, i have given up. I would wake up 2 hours early for school just to make sure that every hair was in place so that when i stepped into that prison of a school kids would think that i magically just woke up that morning looking like that. I swear my hair has a mind of its own, and god bless the freaking weather to where i get my hair to finally get what i want it to do and than POOF i walk outside and of course its raining. RUINED!
I think that now more than ever my hair is just a reflection of me. I wake up in the morning and just go with the flow, if i try to straighten and crimp and perfect it, it only rebels against me more. what is the point of me waking up 2 hours before a class to perfect something that was never meant to perfect? I give a huge high five for my sister who has great hair but as for me, i prefer to wake up in the morning and try to minimize the mufasa, bed head look that currently defines me.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
road map to hell
On the road of success my car can't even go over the speed bumps. My 1995 "Hrysler" as Stephen Mahnken calls it cause the "C" has fallen off the side, has been passed down to me and i am now the third owner. I am forever grateful for it but i think it is finally coming to the end of its little life and I am stuck losing my religion over it. I try going up south hill in the morning and i may be flooring it but the little engine that could, can only go 30 mph at the most. Grandmother's stare and fly past me and now at this point i just avoid eye contact and try not to curse like a sailor.
Obviously the goal is to blog every freaking day but you know what sometimes life gets in the way and interrupts the ideal concept of trying to advance my average writing skills.
big shout out to my father and my uncle! Since Haiti my uncle has done nothing but be concerned for Haiti, he has the resources and the supplies to help so he and several others with COTN have made a huge difference there! My father who has never been able to sit down and talk on the phone or stay behind a desk immediately sprang into action. Im very proud of my family members that care so much about others and i cant wait to make them proud with my own greatness :)
Word of the day: Forgiveness
Obviously the goal is to blog every freaking day but you know what sometimes life gets in the way and interrupts the ideal concept of trying to advance my average writing skills.
big shout out to my father and my uncle! Since Haiti my uncle has done nothing but be concerned for Haiti, he has the resources and the supplies to help so he and several others with COTN have made a huge difference there! My father who has never been able to sit down and talk on the phone or stay behind a desk immediately sprang into action. Im very proud of my family members that care so much about others and i cant wait to make them proud with my own greatness :)
Word of the day: Forgiveness
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Disney world excursion
My magical adventure to the happiest place on earth began with a 6 hour flight and a toddler barfing his entire lunch on me and into my new zebra bag. What do you say to that? "Um excuse me lady but your kid just made me never want to have kids and im about to slap yours?" needless to say the rest of the trip was awkward. Not to mention that i had to meet my father who has been in Iraq for the past three months smelling like baby barf. FML
I have come up with one main point in my week long vacation and it will help in my quest for greatness and that is,at all costs avoid traveling with your family! love my family to death but for god's sake i feel like i come home from vacation and i need a vacation from my vacation! Love them all dearly but a week with my family 24\7 was almost enough to make me loose my religion! Just the week before i was in miami and the flight there was cake but the moment you add in a firey red head, a sassy 13 year old and a 'i think i know everything' 16 year old, traveling situations become hostile.
Now, dont get me wrong the magical kingdom was a dream come true and i love any opportunity i can get at releasing my inner child, im just touching on things that may not be obvious. I did though get to meet the hilarious chip and dale and we went to so many shows im considering changing my major from journalism to drama just so i can wear stilts and sing the lion king song :)
i realized not only on this trip that my stomache can not handle simulators of any type, my addiction to diet coke was intensified and that my sister will always love me but, that im totally stoked to get out of my realm of comfort! im ready to start my quest for greatness! and it only took me one trip to disney, where dreams come true, to realize it:)
I also realized that i missed samuel way too much! It made me realize that going to ASU in the fall is going to be harder than i thought and i dont know (idk) if im ready for that aspect of seperation.
All in all it was a great trip and i couldnt wait to get home to rainy washington but dont worry to my utter surprise i sat next to a toddler on the way home too :\
I have come up with one main point in my week long vacation and it will help in my quest for greatness and that is,at all costs avoid traveling with your family! love my family to death but for god's sake i feel like i come home from vacation and i need a vacation from my vacation! Love them all dearly but a week with my family 24\7 was almost enough to make me loose my religion! Just the week before i was in miami and the flight there was cake but the moment you add in a firey red head, a sassy 13 year old and a 'i think i know everything' 16 year old, traveling situations become hostile.
Now, dont get me wrong the magical kingdom was a dream come true and i love any opportunity i can get at releasing my inner child, im just touching on things that may not be obvious. I did though get to meet the hilarious chip and dale and we went to so many shows im considering changing my major from journalism to drama just so i can wear stilts and sing the lion king song :)
i realized not only on this trip that my stomache can not handle simulators of any type, my addiction to diet coke was intensified and that my sister will always love me but, that im totally stoked to get out of my realm of comfort! im ready to start my quest for greatness! and it only took me one trip to disney, where dreams come true, to realize it:)
I also realized that i missed samuel way too much! It made me realize that going to ASU in the fall is going to be harder than i thought and i dont know (idk) if im ready for that aspect of seperation.
All in all it was a great trip and i couldnt wait to get home to rainy washington but dont worry to my utter surprise i sat next to a toddler on the way home too :\
Friday, January 8, 2010
taylor swift
My deepest sympathies for taylor swift and taylor lautner for breaking up but, you know that means that she will have a new song out which is totally worth a break up in my opinion. If you think about it, whenever you break up with a guy you make a song which ends up making you millions is like the silver lining in the break up.
I would like to take this friday afternoon to bitch about the weather. Rain is to be expected in the northwest and i have now adapted all of my wardrobe to include a hood in almost all of my outfits but i find it extremely upsetting when you spend 20 minutes on your hair and the moment you walk outside its completely trashed.
For example, this morning i fell into peer pressure and wanted to look like everybody else and put on my brand new, right out of the box, red vans and got ready to go to school. Now as any of my big footed friends would agree i really have no clue as to why i would put any more attention towards my feet since they are abnormally large and bright colors like red make my size 11 feet seem more like the circus came to town instead of a fashion statement but, i also have this desire to be noticed on any given day so i succumbed my fear of boat like feet and put on the shoes.
Stepping out the door in my bargain jeans, hundred dollar H&M bomber jacket and brand new vans I was feeling that i could potentially have a good day ahead of me. As i walked out to my car in my seemingly fashionable outift i minced my way around puddles and dirt in order to preserve the new-ness of my new shoes. While thinking i was home free i pulled out my phone to text, or sext which ever you prefer, how cute i was looking to the boyfriend and promptly fall in the hole in my drive way made by my newely licensed sister in an attempt to "peel out" in front of a bunch of kids. Mortified I looked at my shoes to find disgusting mud on the bottom and sides!
Disgusted with myself and my cocky attitude I drove to school, avoided eye contact with kids in the hall and ran to the bathroom to fix my shoes. Fixed for now and you cant even tell but i will always know.
Moral of the story: Stop worrying about what your wearing and worry about where your stepping.
I would like to take this friday afternoon to bitch about the weather. Rain is to be expected in the northwest and i have now adapted all of my wardrobe to include a hood in almost all of my outfits but i find it extremely upsetting when you spend 20 minutes on your hair and the moment you walk outside its completely trashed.
For example, this morning i fell into peer pressure and wanted to look like everybody else and put on my brand new, right out of the box, red vans and got ready to go to school. Now as any of my big footed friends would agree i really have no clue as to why i would put any more attention towards my feet since they are abnormally large and bright colors like red make my size 11 feet seem more like the circus came to town instead of a fashion statement but, i also have this desire to be noticed on any given day so i succumbed my fear of boat like feet and put on the shoes.
Stepping out the door in my bargain jeans, hundred dollar H&M bomber jacket and brand new vans I was feeling that i could potentially have a good day ahead of me. As i walked out to my car in my seemingly fashionable outift i minced my way around puddles and dirt in order to preserve the new-ness of my new shoes. While thinking i was home free i pulled out my phone to text, or sext which ever you prefer, how cute i was looking to the boyfriend and promptly fall in the hole in my drive way made by my newely licensed sister in an attempt to "peel out" in front of a bunch of kids. Mortified I looked at my shoes to find disgusting mud on the bottom and sides!
Disgusted with myself and my cocky attitude I drove to school, avoided eye contact with kids in the hall and ran to the bathroom to fix my shoes. Fixed for now and you cant even tell but i will always know.
Moral of the story: Stop worrying about what your wearing and worry about where your stepping.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
starting quest
Hello blog world!
I can't imagine why anyone would want to read my daily thoughts since if you simply ask me I will give you my opinion on everything from my own mother to why i think NASA is a waste of time but, im trying to follow in the footsteps of the great journalist before me and to try and leave some kind of 'footprint' in the ever changing sands of time. So.... here it goes :)
Ever since I was in elementary shool I have wanted to be Katie Couric, okay maybe not her ever changing hair style from fashionable to slight lesbian, but her job. I have wanted nothing more than to be in front of a camera reporting the truth to the world about top stories and the newest pressing stories that concern the people. Despite what Sam (the boyfriend) thinks, i still think that the media has some positive, realistic impressions left in them and I am destined to leave my mark on the media by correcting it and leaving my influential mark.
Selfish and arrogant you might think but, why live your life so that nobody remembers you? Everyone secretly wants to be famous and remembered in their own special way so why not just make it more public?
The point of this blog is to remember where i came from, to track my own progress and to stay focused on my Quest for Greatness as i embark on a world that takes no prisoners and will turn you topsy turvey before you can get out of the rabbit hole. To write everyday, to gain experience, knowledge, and understanding of how i get where i am in the future.
I can't imagine why anyone would want to read my daily thoughts since if you simply ask me I will give you my opinion on everything from my own mother to why i think NASA is a waste of time but, im trying to follow in the footsteps of the great journalist before me and to try and leave some kind of 'footprint' in the ever changing sands of time. So.... here it goes :)
Ever since I was in elementary shool I have wanted to be Katie Couric, okay maybe not her ever changing hair style from fashionable to slight lesbian, but her job. I have wanted nothing more than to be in front of a camera reporting the truth to the world about top stories and the newest pressing stories that concern the people. Despite what Sam (the boyfriend) thinks, i still think that the media has some positive, realistic impressions left in them and I am destined to leave my mark on the media by correcting it and leaving my influential mark.
Selfish and arrogant you might think but, why live your life so that nobody remembers you? Everyone secretly wants to be famous and remembered in their own special way so why not just make it more public?
The point of this blog is to remember where i came from, to track my own progress and to stay focused on my Quest for Greatness as i embark on a world that takes no prisoners and will turn you topsy turvey before you can get out of the rabbit hole. To write everyday, to gain experience, knowledge, and understanding of how i get where i am in the future.
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