June 30, 2012

Hi

Someone who is worth your time won't look away. - I wish some people wouldn't avoid me. I wish they'd raise their heads and just say hello.
My baba bought me batteries for my dying camera. - I love him for that.

Sunset drive

Last night, I took the prius, turned on some Bon Iver and Death Cab for Cutie, rolled down the windows, and went for a nice drive around Provo.

I stopped to take some pictures of the beautiful sunset:




Little Matthew

Last night, I spent the time with my best friend Mary and her little siblings. - This is Matthew:  He loves technology, my camera, and me.  His energy is off the walls, and his carefree, lovable personality makes me want to just eat him! (OK, not literally!!)








He even took a great picture of me:
"SMILE REALLY BIG!" - He said:



Nightmare

I had a horrible nightmare and woke up crying. . .

June 29, 2012

Herbal tea

All the regular cups were in the wash when I got home from my piano lesson, so I made do with a Kerr's mason jar and made some cold, herbal tea.

Now I have something to enjoy while I study for my accounting class. : )



June 28, 2012

Afternoon/Sunset stroll






6:45 - Morning Stroll

Today, I woke up at 6:30, threw on a tie-dye shirt and some pants, grabbed my camera, tripod, and beanie, and strolled on up to the park to take some pictures.

Enjoy:











June 27, 2012

New hobby

I've been taking up a new hobby -  Every day, I've decided to spend an hour to take some photos with my camera and tripod.

Today I drove the millenium falcon up to the alien landing spot - that's not the actual name - but I like calling it that...  It's just a really nice place up in the mountains where you can get some great views of greenery and all that.

Anyway, here are some of the photos I took today:














June 26, 2012

Good morning, Paul

Every morning, I start out the day listening to a bunch of Paul McCartney, George Harrison, Simon&Garfunkel, Led Zeppelin, Elton John, or just some plain ol' French music...

That's right. 4:46 - Cry.



June 25, 2012

all that

This:

Feels Like this -
RANCID ROOM OF IMPENDING DOOM. - LOVE THAT.

Here I am. - judge me.

It's almost 3 in the morning, and I couldn't sleep... I'm sitting on my bed with my laptop on my lap and listening to this:

June 24, 2012

Sorry! - I said sorry.

Goodness! - I've been puking all these posts tonight. SORRY. - I blog to dispose of my stress and the complex thoughts of my bursting female brain... Who reads this anyway?

Repeat and break ... Aaaannnddd. Break.

Blog. Post. Edit. Update. Edit. Update. Delete. Re-post. Edit. Re-update. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. --------- BREAK --------- Write. Post. Blog. Post. Blog. Post. Edit. Post. Post. ------------ BREAK ----------- repeat.


Confidence's jet-black eyes

Her eyes weren't blue. - Blue was pure.
Her eyes weren't green. - Green was serene. 
Her eyes weren't hazel. - Hazel was wise.
Her eyes weren't brown. - Brown was humble. 
No.
Her eyes were jet black. - Grotesque as a smoker's lungs... Majestic as night's starry skies.


She was confidence. 
Confidence watched Beethoven compose. - The alike who drove his passions mad. 
Confidence wrung Juliet's heart and dug her glory and grave.
Confidence looked deep into heart's soul and lured vile pride, 


but confidence esteemed herself and married her solace and rose.

Finding something new. I'm no fool.

"You're a fool." - It's funny how penetrating those words sharply turned in my head... I always make the same mistake.

I'm always oblivious to the things around me and place myself out there-honest and blunt and wretchedly straightforward...

But here, all we do is play games, and somehow, I'm always feeling vulnerable and naive.

I'm no fool. - I'll find in me something new.

June 23, 2012

The barefooted girl and the solitude embraced

Tonight She ran barefooted through the black streets of bitter-sweet solitude.
Twice, thrice, it was her initiation into the cold, dark reality - a reality filled with sharp, cutting teeth chewing ever so agonizingingly her confidence...

Tonight she ran barefooted through the black streets of bitter-sweet solitude.
Twice she fell, thrice she yelled in inquiry...
It was the first time she couldn't cry, and Lord knows why she couldnt rid her sorrows.

Tonight she ran barefooted through the black streets of bittersweet solitude.

Tonight she ran barefooted through the black streets of embracing solitude.

June 13, 2012

Sometimes I want to yell, "I'm just another free spirit tryin to become somethin good! Stop trying to place me in a box." - just accept me. Know one really knows me.