Thanks Spongebob

I'm thinking about cutting my hair and donating it to Locks of Love.
The fact that I have so much and a little girl out there somewhere has none, just seems wrong to me.
Every little girl deserves to feel like a princess.

Its turned off winter outside. The cold air is refreshing and bracing. It clears the mind.
As i walked to Rivertown this afternoon, to buy a small, white chocolate, cafe mocha and blog this blog, I passed a man that asked me about my hat.
I did not know his name, who he was, where he was from. Anything at all. And yet, immediately, my brain began piecing together histories for this guy. Hunter maybe? Because of the camo..
Where does he work?
Work boots..
Hard work. I presume.
And yet, I know nothing of this man.
I have no right to guess his life story.
There is no way I would ever get it right.

And this brings to mind Ms. Libby Watts Jordan and her story of her silent judgment on the lady and her children in McDonald's.
Never judge a book by its cover. And yeah, yeah, I know its soooo cliche, but sometimes cliche things ring the most truth.

Actions speak louder than any clothing label ever could,
They define who you are.
Remember this no matter where life takes you or who it introduces you to.

Stay true to the person you are. The person you want to be. The  person you were meant to be.
Spongebob taught me this. Remember the episode Ripped Pants? Where he tried to impress Sandy by being someone he wasnt?

So lesson learned?
Stay true to yourself and don't rip your pants.

Mr. Sandman..

Always have a purpose, even when you have no destination.

Ive decided to learn how to count cards.
Im hittin up Vegas. Gone win some money.
And give away every dime.

Ive also decided to strike a bargain with my parents.
They dont want me to live on campus. But i refused not to next semester.
Since then, however, the lil wheels in my brain have been chuggin away..

My proposition to them is...I wont live on campus IF they foot the bill for a new adventure every other weekend.
Every other weekend, I drive to a new place. I get to see a new sight. Anywhere i can get to in 48 hours.
I would cherish that so much more.
I would carry those memories forever.
I would much rather see places of the world foreign to my eyes<3
One of my greatest dreams.


I wonder if it gets cold enough in Florida to wear scarves...
cuz i just sent one there...


Anyway, school, school, school...I think i may have decided on a major.
English:) with a minor in Philosophy<3


I need to buy a video camera so I can document the mundane things in life i adore so.
Ahhh Prufrock's ADD stream of consciousness is setting in ahah:P

LAST WEEK...The Doctor spoke to us..surgeon more specifically..
those pictures in his powerpoint reassured my fear of the medical industry and why i CANNOT be a part of it... D:
He showed such..dedication.
It was rather inspiring really.
He never gave up on his dream.
Even though it took like 24 years to get through med school,,,,,he never quit on it.
He stuck with it. All the way.

Very inspirational.


Im so excited about next semester.
My classes are gonna be great.
Im finally getting to take english! :D


Its been wonderful at UNA thus far.
I hope everyone else here is having as much fun as me:)

Old paper and coffee

I love that feeling you get when an old friend suddenly shows back up in your life. You become pen pals with one another. And inside, you secretly feel like those letters are the greatest letters ever written in the history of mankind. Haha. It feels like warm cocoa touching your lips after youve made angels in the snow. Feels like the mug warming your fingertips through your gloves. Feels like Christmas morning and a puppy lick.
Feels like a little gift from life.
It happened to me recently. For that, I am so terribly joyous.

His presence actually sort of sparked my new project. I think he was the cause anyway ha:P

My latest endeavor...

I am cutting all the tags out of my clothing. I am gonna stitch all the little squares together, one by one. Then, once I have my canvas of tags completed, I will paint a modern, rather abstract, multicultural face (male or female) on the top of it. At the top or bottom or side or directly over, I will haphazardly write "Labels Are For Cloth."
I think it gives a wonderful message.
I believe that all art, no matter its form, should not only be aesthetically pleasing, but it should make your soul smile as well.
Art with no message has no beauty.
Just like people.
One must have inner beauty. To the core. To be truly beautiful.

As I sit in Rivertown and write this, my mind wanders back to our speaker last week. A very sweet man. Seemed very easy-going and humble. Very smart as well.
I remember him talking about how there wouldnt be enough food to feed the world one day, if things keep going as are.
This worries me.
So very much.
I hope that one day, one someone will have the most brilliant idea ever and just make it all better.
Everything bad in the world.
I know this thought is silly and irrational.
But one can dream, and maybe through that dreaming, little dreams will be accomplished that will achieve the big dream.
Like a jigsaw puzzle.

I hope so anyway.
                         
                          Little baby:P  A stray had them, and I am taking care of 3 orphans:)

Old records and rain

I remember when Momma used to tell me that life is what you make it. It's funny how you dont really understand the wise things your parents say until youre "too smart" to listen and "too old" to want to. Some things must be experienced to be understood, (I believe so anywho.) Wisdom comes from living moreso than from the worn pages of a book. Granted, the idea of a wisdom can come from within its pages, but the true majesty of it will only be understood once youve stepped into the character's shoes. Seen what they have. Breathed the air of their mistakes.
Life truly is what you make it.
Just as our speaker last week told us, Mr Barry. I remember the story of how he got dealt a pretty bad hand, but he still won the pot.
It's all in how you play the cards.
Excuse my language Dr. Brewton, but SHIT HAPPENS.
Dont let it define you or weigh you down. I've done it before. For years. I let my mistakes and other people decide my happiness for me. They took it and ran. Ran like a bat out of hell. They stole part of my youth that I will never get back.
But truth be told, I gave it to them. I LET them take my happiness from me. Because happiness is a God given right. It's your own to do with what you will, and you and only you can determine how its spent. Not another soul.
It was only until recently that this thought truly slapped me in the face. Hard. I mean, yeah, Ive been told stuff like that my entire life, but the realization just kind of sank in one day. And for that, I am ever grateful to my mind, my friends, God, fate, the very stars themselves.
I made a pact with my friend to have fun forever.
Everyday would be a new adventure.
Every moment a beautiful gift from above.
Every stranger I met, a potential angel.
The only stop I would ever make on this lovely road would be death.
And so, everyday I wake up, it isn't "Oh, what do I have to do today?" It is, "What do I get to experience today?" "What memory do I get to make today?"

Every moment holds infinite potential, and even one second wasted in sadness or in regret is gone forever.
I shared all this to say, If you are where I once was, just let go. Let go and live a little. Happiness will find its way back into the wrinkles of your smile. I promise.
Freedom is a political and societal ideal, or whatever the world calls it, but more importantly, its a self given right. You have to free yourself before you can be free in any part of this big blue place.
I'm not saying go be a hobo, although I probably wouldn't mind ha, but what I am saying is that Bob Marley was right.
"Don't worry, be happy." maaaann.. haha
Be silly.
Go for a walk.
Dont be afraid to be alone.
Take a picture of something random, simply because the moment might never come again.
Play in the rain just to get wet.
Laugh at yourself.
Talk to strangers (safely ha.)
Paint with your hands.
Enjoy the little moments, so often forgotten in the hustle and bustle of busy college kids' lives and adults' careers.

Children usually always have it right. Maybe not factually, but morally, yes. They are never afraid to experience. Society hasn't engrained in them what normal is yet, and that, is what makes them so damn beautiful.

Make a bucket list and do every single thing on it.
STARTING RIGHT NOW.
Doesnt have to be extravagant things. They can be tiny events.
But those tiny events will be the things you remember when you are old and successful. Those will be the memories that bring the priceless smiles to your face.

Now go. And live.
Truly live your life away darling.


                         (Concert at Pegasus with my best bud Kayla Murphy!)
                                                Last weekend's adventure:p

The Thornbird's Ballad

Well.....first things first....I FINALLY watched the original Star Wars Trilogy!!!!!!!!!!
I feel so friggin accomplished!!!!!!! My best buddddy Kayla brought over the dvd set, and we had a marathon! It was pretty amazing, not gonna lie. Although, I was told by a certain someone that it would change my life...and well...lets just say my life is still my life. ha.

Lets see...I also went to our Honors dance in Lafeyette with a lovely fellow. Me and Jasmine danced it up:P ...after she taught me how to dance ha

On Thursday, Kayla and I went to The End theatre... My first stand-up comedy act seen in person!! It was absolutely, piss my pants, HE-LARIOUS!! The comedians came in from Birmingham, got lost, and ended up getting there like 30 minutes late, but it was well worth the wait. I havent laughed that hard in a really, long time, and I most definately needed it:)

But...back to school....Forum last week was well..school. No offense to the President of Bank Independent, but I felt like the entire speech he was just trying to get us to bank there. He was an excellent public speaker, and I am very appreciative of him speaking with us, he just wasnt my favorite. I did, however, like what he had to say about the characteristics needed of his employees.



On another note...i thought I would add something beautiful. I was at the park on Friday. Sitting on the bench. Attempting to write my philosophy paper. I was to the point of scribbling, when I looked up at the fountain. I noticed an old woman standing in front of it. Just gazing into the water. She had a beautiful rose in her hand.
I watched her for a few moments, and as I watched, she tossed the rose into the water. She looked at it for several seconds, her thoughts in a faraway place. She turned and walked away.
It was so beautiful. I began to ponder why she had done this. Remeniscing a loved one? Lost, but not forgotten, birthday? Sadness? Happiness? Just because?
I walked to my car and got my camera out. I came back and took a picture so as to never forget this breathtaking moment.
I watched the rose float for what seemed like eternity.
The water began to overtake its fraility.
It was drowning.
Sinking down.
Still beautiful.
I played God for a moment. Reached in and pulled out the wet beauty.
I held it in my hand thinking I was saving it from a cold death.
Then it hit me.
This cut rose had no other fate but death.
From the moment it sprouted, to the time it bloomed, to the second the elderly lady spotted its elegancy.
Its fate was predetermined.
Death was inevitable, but the way it was to be remembered was not.
It could die, drying out in the hot sun.
Or it could swim for eternity. The inspiration of a story.
I placed my hand back in the water and let its current slide the bittersweet lovely from my palm.
A flower with a great ending.
To live forever in someone's mind.
My mind.
It had written its own destiny..


I hope I leave as a rose. Swimming forever as remembrance in the heart of those I had the grace of knowing. Loving. Impacting in some way.