Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

cut all the ropes and let me fall

What a day. You know the ones...grey, rainy, kinda magical in all its melancholy. When I woke up, my world was warm *****press play on your ipod to "In the Waiting Line," Zero 7***** Warm blankets, warm room, warm over-sized T shirt. The alarm played soft music and I could hear the rain hitting the pavement outside. ****deep sigh****

Then everything good and soft about the morning came to a screeching HALT as the sound of the second, "get the hell out of bed" alarm bitch slapped me in the face.
and so starts my day

Tried to give blood for the second time in a week, had to get pricked twice and YET AGAIN my iron was too low to even register on the moniter, let alone have a dang Ziploc bag full of my blood poured out of my body.
Then the migrane fairy left me a gift, so I ASSUMED THE POSITION of sleep for a few hours. Not to bad now, reason for the blog posting.

stay positive, world. The day is not over yet.

Go on a dinner date...Get a ride from a cute boy...

Or strum a little tune...

Monday, January 26, 2009

Meat Patties

Like pop-ish, spicy Santogold, some foods "gotta be unstoppable." The Pounder at Cheeburger Cheeburger was sure it was undefeatable in all its cholesterol laiden beefyness. Or so it thought, until challenged by two eating machines I so fondly refer to as my friends.

It was the throwdown of the semester. In one corner, my food-friendly boyfriend Drew Smith. He came prepared. Although tempted by the alluring milkshake combos and deep fried goodies, he was to stay focused on his ultimate goal. DEMOLISH.

In the adjacent corner, Eric Turner, the boy with the hollow he is just waiting to fill. Eric arrived fashionably late, sauntering in with the cool confidence of a pro. He sat down, cracked his knuckles, and pointed solemnly at his choice on the menu.

Finally, at long last, the waitress walks out of the kitchen, carrying the main event in her weak, shaking arms. Two gargantuan slabs of meat and toppings balance precariously in their baskets. As they are set down in front of Drew and Eric, one can almost hear "Chariots of Fire" in the background.

Here are how things went style

All good things do come to an end. Some quicker than others. Drew finished his massive meat monster in about 15 min (and had room for onion rings!?!?), while Eric took a whopping 45. Both men, however, fought valiantly...and took home a win! Great job guys, I'm (impressed, depressed, awed, etc.) at how much you could eat.

My only question is

how are those stomachs?

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Procrastination needs to be a course

If it were offered, I would minor and major in PuttingItAllOff. I'm reaaaaaaaal good at it. Seeing as I haven't updated this blog in about a month, of course I decide that the best time to do it is when I am supposed to be studying for my Bio final. C'est la vie.

not too much going on right now unfortunately, but Xmas break is soon so I will have LOTS to post shortly. Keep watching!

Photo: "Car Bird"

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Slow on the Update...but some new pics ;)

Let me take a moment to be cheesy and wish everyone a Happy Thanksgiving! Remember what you have, because (especially with the economy as it is) some people are not as fortunate. Now that I am off of my soap box, I would like to share a few new photos I've taken over the last couple of weeks. Enjoy!

***also*** I am making these hand knit bracelets and headbands...will post pictures soon. Great gift idea!!!

Sunday, November 9, 2008


Pretty much all of my closest friends skateboard, and even Sara and myself, the only two females, are doing our best to learn. Recently, Richard, Drew, and Trace decided to skate the park in Columbus, GA, and I brought my camera along to capture the "magic"...

photos: original, nov 7 2008

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Ode to Sarah ;)

My friends have talent. Extreme talent. Sky high, hit-you-in-the-face-like-a-ton-of-bricks, mind-blowingly awesome talent. My best friend, Sarah, is a wonderful writer/poet majoring in English at Auburn University. Her presence and demeanor literally light up a room, and her passion shows through in her writing. BONUS!----she is absolutely insane (like myself, perhaps that is why we get along so well). So please, enjoy some of her work!


I am nature. And like nature, I steer towards calamity. Like a hurricane, the words of my mouth are a destructive wind. They feed off each other, like winds off of warm water, And as they gain speed, they destroy all in their path.

I am nature. And like nature, I will recover. Like after the volcano erupts and every sign of life, The tiny sprouts of green emerge from the ruin, And joyfully express the continuation of growth

. I am nature. And like nature, my nature is ever changing. Like the summer, winter, spring, and fall. The desert, forest, mountain, and valley, I am as diverse as the passing of seasons.

I am nature. And like nature, one thing is constant. Like the push and pull of the ocean tide, in and out, I am forever pulled into a cycle of failure and regret, Forever pushing towards a deeper love.

I am nature. And like nature, I grow and nourish. Like the lush fields of grass, I cradle and sing sweet songs. The wind blows softly across the long reeds, And gently whispers ”hush, hush” in my ear.


There’s an ocean, spans the distance between us
Waves of cool blues lap at each of our feet
As our arms span the miles and miles of
Raging waves full of worries and fears

Your tender words span the chasm before us
And seal my heart with the tenderest kiss
Our star crossed eyes, fixed on wonder and beauty
Are bound to light, blind to darkness and shame

Fingers, soft, graze the top of the water
As we move we are dragging our toes
Spinning round, I fall and you catch me
And plunging further into the deep, we go

Photo credit: original