tall buildings

A solid example of why Michael is so wonderful. Talented, no? And of course this serene picture is surrounded by my chaos of a dresser top! :)

Puppia

Puppia (puppy-uh) is my favorite stuffed animal from childhood, and now. He's chubby, fluffy, and has a bell inside of him. I know not only because of the dainty sound it makes when I shake him, but because there are two holes in him--both of which I can deftly retrieve the bell from. Years of experience, what can I say? Something as simple as Puppia can cheer me up if I see him at the right time. It's amazing, the right time and place, and the smallest thing can move mountains.

I'm no writer...

I'm no writer, but my mind has been working in overtime lately. So many new experiences and friends have become a part of my life in the past seven months, I don't quite know what to do with myself lately. I keep having these crazy dreams and ideas that are trying to point me towards something, but I have no idea what. This post is going to make absolutely no sense, but I don't care since it doesn't even make sense to me.

I guess I've always been driven by want..."I want to be liked, I want to be confident, I want to be kind, to be respected, to be insightful, to be loved". Although my wants always seemed to lead me down a good path, it never occured to me that I was handicapped by my lack of motivation. You see, my wants didn't spawn from something in my soul, but from the outside world. I've molded myself to fit the caste of someone else. In light of recent additions to my life, I've become so utterly content that I'm even more aware that I have no direction for my soul to guide me towards. I know that I'm happy, and that I'm lucky as ever. It's only tainted by my lack of imagination. I can't see where I can contribute just yet. I can only hope that I'll come into a better understanding sooner than later. Until then, I'll just keep counting my lucky stars because I know someone loves me.

Here's to tall buildings

p.s.

I don't think I've ever been happier...I think of how the perfect movie is always on t.v. when I turn it on. How the time is always unique whenever I glance at the clock. How water has never tasted as good. How Rae can make me laugh harder than ever...and then I realize that the world around me hasn't changed at all. I've changed.

Here's to seeing a glass that's completely full

Guess what?!

Exciting things going down in 139 Dowling North! First up...I got offered a Summer Orientation Leader position! The best part about it is that I get to be closer to my ry for half the summer! To add to the joy, Ry and I are going to Bonnaroo! It's a straight up gangster, three day, outdoor concert with an insane line up of bands. Some of Ry's fav's will be there, so why the fuck not? Share three days with an amazing man at his choice music festival? I'm down like a clown. Anywho, on top of that, Ry is coming down to Alexandria with me this next week during spring break to meet the parents. Should be very interesting...I'm anticipating only good things!

I also am starting to feel like I might have found a little niche for myself. The more applications I fill out for on-campus leadership positions, the more I love the process/program. I'm thinking about making a major out of this stuff. Now if I only knew what this stuff was called...lol.

As always, good luck to me.

It's been a while...

When I started this blogger thingy, my mentor Señor O said, "they're a great creative outlet to have, as long as you keep up with it." Sorry I just quoted you Señor O without remembering your exact words, but I'm pretty sure it went something like that. At any rate, here I sit, in my cow chair at an hour when I should def be studying, making amendments to my blog. Terrible...so it would seem like things just haven't changed for me. Still a procrastinator, still a straight gangster (lol), but the truth is something amazing has happened...

I just finished reading my previous posts, and by them I'm sure you could have seen this one coming, but I'm dating Ryerse now. Or should I call him Michael? Ry-bread? Mike? Ry? Doesn't matter. All that matters is we make each other so ridiculously happy it's almost nauseating for ourselves, not to mention all the people we alienate with our excessive PDA. And although I have an intense issue with my current spell of ADD (like I don't have tons of issues) Ry has still managed to gain all my attention in its entirety and hold it. He's amazing. He "rocks my world" lol. Between the two of us we've got a bag full of catch phrases and an endless supply of "lines" that we spew to each other constantly--and love it. I knew I wasn't going to be able to write down everything that's grown between Ry and me, but I just want to stress that he is the rock in my life right now. He's the one I depend on, dream about, and adore. I'm one happy camper and a damn lucky girl.

We've officially been dating for one month now. He meets the parents next week...exciting! Wish us luck

ps Michael I love you more.