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Spanish, Sam, and Sand

Events in the past couple of days, namely my intense amount of homework and projects (alksjdofijalsdfndbuakjbgaiubhasldkfasp9dfuaoskdnfasdfoasijdnfakjsbdfpoidbjnal;sdjfoaisdnf) that I've had have made this project nearly impossible. Here goes nothing.

Spanish. Espanol. 

Yo no gusta español.
Yo no gusta profesora.
     Like dos tango dancers, we step, we act, we divulge, we hide, we abuse, we use,
y nosotros no nos amamos unos a otros.
     You taunt me with your deep rojo rose protruding from your forgiegn lips that hablar,
such beautiful words and yet I am swept away in the crowd,
waiting for you to slow down to my pace.
    Instead I am emailing you in my native Ingles while you respond in espanol furthering my frustrations.
Yo no gusta espanol.
Yo no gusta profesora.

Sam, you are giving me the strength to be a better person everyday. I'm not sure I can repay the favor but I can honestly say you are my sanity and sun over these final few weeks. Stay strong, for you have come so far.

The list to finish out the year:

1. Go on a legit Sam, me and Laura Posluszny lady date with heels and pearls, ok maybe no pearls but heels for sure.
2. Figure out a cute project for the three of us to complete
3. Go on a photo shoot scavenger hunt
4. Cook a real meal, we have to practice for next year
5. "Insert devious statement here" you know what I'm talking about...
6. Live it up, not like we don't but still
7. Pass all our finals and get back to this place ASAP. 


Yep. This is going to be awesome.


Sand, 


Florida I'm on my way. Please keep yourself full of gritty sand, rainy afternoons, and my loving family til I get there. I know we haven't had the best relationship because I don't really know you yet, but give me time. I'm a loving person, we can be friends, I'm sure. 


And a few pictures for the road:

Good night and good hearts. 

OH NO SHE DIDN'T

This week Jessie, my conversation partner,  and I didn't get to meet because of our crazy busy schedules. As fate would have it, we still got to see each other, even though it wasn't the best of situations.

I saw Jessie while I was on a quick run. I had dropped my ID card and luckily no one had picked it up. I say this because if I hadn't dropped my card, I wouldn't have been on that part of the path. I then see Jessie, in the middle of the road by the physical plant, crying, and then she almost got hit by a car.

"JESSIE GET OUT OF THE ROAD!' I yelled. She came over and this is apparently what had happened:

While in her international class one of the other girls (name and nationality removed for privacy reasons, but the girl wasn't chinese) pulled Jessie's hair. In China that's a huge insult. The equivalent of calling someone a poisonous b****.

Let me just say that Jessie is one of the sweetest women I've ever met and would never do anything to offend anyone on purpose.

Jessie then talked about how hard it was to be in a foreign culture for so long. It's surprising to hear considering how optimistic and fun loving Jessie has been all year. I talked her down, explaining how I was sorry and just tried to calm the poor girl down. I've had my more than fair share of mean girls to deal with. For those of you that know me from Burkburnett, you probably remember all of my high school, middle school, and even elementary school years. 

Makes me wonder, did the other girl know how upsetting that small action was or was she innocent? Are we giving those who aren't from our culture too much credit?


Girls are mean no matter what race, culture, or language. Meanness is just a streak that girls wear like the natural highlights that come out in the sun. Striking and unseen publicly in a majority of circumstances. 

Rough Around the Edges

As the year winds down I 'm lost in translation between looking back at how far I've come and what I've yet to accomplish. I'm more than merely excited for this summer but at the same time leaving feels a bit bittersweet. This place isn't my home, but it's definitely become more than merely comfortable. I've made the best friends anyone could ask for and I've gained a sorority of true sisters as corny and cliche as that may sound. I've done more than just learn. I've experienced, I've risked, I've tried, I have, I truly have.

For the next year I'm saying it now: I refuse to be this busy. I will make time for me and what I want to do. School and activities will only take up as much time as I let them. Other than that, I will win. Ok, fair enough to say, hopefully I can make that happen.

I've gotten a bit addicted to stumpleupon.com. I'll be posting more pictures in another post soon. Look forward to them, they make my day.

Something that's really been weighing on my heart and head these past couple of weeks is the idea of following through. I'm sick of people saying they're going to do something and then not doing it. If you say you're going to call, call. If you say you're going to leave, leave. If you say you'll come, then by means come on over. Don't leave others in that in-between awkward stage of wondering. It's something I struggle with too, so let this be a testament to my attempts to getting it right too.

Night friends.

New Playlist

Even with the massive accomplishments we've made in the field of music. Most of the time I get stuck on one song for  while. And by a while I mean I still get excited for rap songs that came out when I was in 7th grade. Anyone else do this? I definitely can't help it.

So for now I'm listening to:

You Lie: The Band Perry.--This new single seems all to familiar in terms of the lyrics and I like it that way.
What Do Want: Jerrod Nieman-- Ever had that one person you can't get over? Yep, me too. Apparently so does Jerrod.
Little Miss: Sugarland--I'm little miss for now.
Interstate: The Randy Rogers Band.--Driving is very therapeutic for me again. I let the top down and just drive. Singing at the top of my lungs and thinking about things that make me happy.
The Way Love Looks: Easton Corbin. -- Easton Corbin holds a very special place in my heart anyways. But this song in particular makes me laugh and think about that time
Look it Up: Ashton Shepherd.-- Oh yeah. Tell him girl.
Georgia Clay: Josh Kelley.-- Nostalgia. Love it. "When live was nothing more than living for the night."
If Heaven Wasn't So Far Away: Justin Moore.--Justin Moore and I were made for each other. In his video's he has a brunette. He'll learn. He'll learn fast.
How I Got To Be This Way: Justin Moore-- On that note. Yes. I love him a lot.
Homeboy: Eric Church-- Goodness. I love Eric Church. He has a way of saying it right with a sense of humor.
Last Night Again: Steel Magnolia-- Smiley Face. I like their use of dialogue.

Enjoy.

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Images

So above are some images I've found at StumbleUpon.com. What is StumbleUpon.com you ask? An extremely addictive web generator that brings you the random and awesome treasures of the Internet. Enjoy these few images I've pulled for you.

Smells--slightly cliche

I believe the next couple of posts will finish out the senses and their relation to other ideas and/or events. The subtitle of this post is just that: slightly cliche. It was brought to my attention that teenagers speak only of themselves on a continual basis. Billy Collins, you are right on that aspect. Thus why he writes about dogs on occasion, so that he'll get away from himself for 2.5 seconds. Yes, this is true. However, considering one speaks of what they know the most about, I'm going to talk about smells and their relation to other ideas and/or events. There.

Abercrombie "Fierce"--scares me slightly. It's a smell that has both a positive and negative connotation in life. It's intoxicating and, like the analogy implies, it can used for both good and evil. Vague much? Yes! Several important people in my life have worn this cologne. This is still my favorite no matter the memories but some of them include: talking with my best friend for hours, playing in the snow, Christmas presents, and surprises.

Florida--and the transference of my physical home. When I went back at Thanksgiving I just wanted to drive with the windows down and drown myself in the rich smell of the beach and salty air, even though I was 45 minutes inland. Home is where your heart is and you feel safe. Home is where your family is and isn't. Home is a state of mind and for now mine smells of the Florida.

Vanilla/Chocolate--results. The obvious fulfillment of a sweet tooth or the chocolate attack. However, the absence of such smells is the sweet satisfaction of success. The rearrangement of thought processes and ideals can be embodied in the engorging smell of vanilla and chocolate.

Airports--nostalgia. Because of my background and dad's career path jet fuel is almost comforting. It's the smell of escape and adventure as well as the cuddly smell of an impending family visit. It means Europe and Wichita Falls. I can smell it from miles away and detect it whenever I'm close by. Some may find it repulsive but airports are like an old pair of jeans: familiar, understanding, and forgiving.

Coffee--cliche. I love them. I use them much more often than I should even though my very first journalism professor preached so highly against them. He used to make us say the "three things" before every class. "Never assume, get it right, and no cliché's." Well Professor Chimbel, I'm sorry but they work so well that I don't feel the need to show you the analogy or lesson any other way. Coffee is a reminder of that and the lovely few moments in the morning when the world stands still and sings for you. It doesn't belt out like lead soprano at the Paris Opera House or whisper on the backstage's of Broadway but rather is similar to the noise you hear just before you fall asleep, present and dismissible. Coffee, you are fabulous, sweet elixir of life.

That's all for now folks. Go blow your nose.
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Sounds

There are certain sounds in life which bring me an intense amount of joy or sadness. They're everyday noises that may fade into the humming background along with your refrigerator or they may stand out as still dismissible because of their regularity. They include:

Fizzing bubbles-- in my Coke Zero after the third sip. It's just nice to know that it's still fizzy. It's my afternoon snack and satisfies my ferocious sweet tooth. Specifically Coke Zero and specifically the third sip. It's the one that reminds me to slow down and enjoy the moment.

The click of a closing door--still makes me jump. Somedays it's harder than others to remember that I'm an adult now and eventually I'll live on my own. For now, the dorm has become semi-homey but I still hate to have the door closed when I'm alone in my room. Funny how you can live with 300+ people and thin walls and doorknobs are all that it takes to make you feel alone.

"God bless you"--after a sneeze. You might not realize it, but that means a lot to me. It's a simple reminder that God is an underlying theme even if people want to avoid the subject. Like politics, it affects us all yet whether it's the elephant or donkey in the room people will do whatever they can to avoid it. Confrontation doesn't have to be a negative experience. Neither does religion.

CRACK--of a baseball bat. One day I will devote an entire post to my theories and love of baseball but for now, just get excited about the upcoming event! This is the best sound on a Friday night in the dugout. I'm so blessed.

Spritz--of perfume. It's just one more layer to the look that can't quite be measured in perfection but overdoneness. It's more for the wearer's personal enjoyment but when someone else notices it's bliss.

That's all for now.

Night Blurbs

This will be somewhat short, thus the title "Night Blurbs." Here's just a few things that caught my attention today:

1. Don't be afraid to be confident in yourself. If you know you're right, or you're good at it, speak up with humility. I was given a huge compliment (and a cup of coffee, sweet elixir of life) because I spoke up. SO exciting! Note, humility is key here.

2. Texas lawmakers are arguing on whether or not we should have southern checkpoints on vehicles going into Mexico. Officers would check for guns, drugs, and cash. They're arguing on whether or not we have the funds to do this considering we are cutting money left and right in our budget from critical areas, aka education. I am huge fan of the idea of southern checkpoints. Think about it:
     A. We have people coming across our border, using our education and public infrastructure, because of the drug wars in Mexico.
     B. We are losing officers internationally in Mexico due to drug violence in northern Mexico. In the Fort Worth Star Telegram the article directly underneath the one outlining the proposed bills about the checkpoints was about the $5 million award offered for the arrest of the men responsible for the killing of two special agents. C'mon now. The whole "it doesn't matter to us" doesn't apply here.
     C. We can't just be the international watchdog for our own personal interest in Mexico and look to be the liberator in countries like Libya. There needs to be a more defined plan for U.S. foreign policy. Either we are self-serving or we are the watchdogs of justice. Either bark or get off the porch.

3. Billy Collins was the U.S. Poet Laureate from 2001 to 2003. His work is fabulous and I had the great privilege of meeting him tonight at TCU.
     A. I love my school.
     B. He's the bomb.
     C. His new book "Horoscopes for the Dead" releases next week.
      D. I got to hear poems from it. Let's just say I know where my next $15 is going. It was fabulous, go check it out and allow yourself to be humored by his sonnets. It's not the "what was the poet TRYING to say" blah blah. It's the "hey, here's what I'm saying" literal. LOVE.

4. On the topic of the arts, Britney Spears. Yes, she's made 6,976,567,896,567,890 comebacks but goodness I still believe she is fabulous. Her new CD is purely club hits and I can't wait to dance to them all. Not the cleanest CD in terms of subtlety but fun nonetheless.

5. Honesty. Goodness. This is the hardest abstraction to figuratively wrestle with this. It's one of those things that when used it's more beautiful and the lack of it is a monster. Thank you for being honest.

Night!

The First Post

Oh hey friends, family, creepers, random stumblers, etc.


I've been writing a similar blog/note since the long lost days of Myspace. Yes, sad to say we all survived the Pre-Facebook Era. (P.F.E., Just saying, I coined the phrase first, Copyright right here!) Along the way I've considered moving my endeavors to a blog site for a bit more artistic license and here is the product of my labors. 


Let's be clear, I don't know what I'm doing. I'm a student. That means this will be a learning process. I reserve the right to rant or praise, argue or agree, inform or miscommunicate along with any other truly self-respecting first time blogger. 


That being said, my goals with this blog include:


1. Provide an insight to life as I experience it
2. Be completely honest with myself and my audience
3. Blog on a consistent basis regarding the reality of deadlines and school


That's all I have for right now on goals. I am always open to suggestions, critiques, or a flat-out knock over the head when I'm not performing up to status quo or just need a talking to or down. That being said, I'm more than excited about this blog. To borrow from Thesauras.com I am:


"aflame, agitated, animated, annoyed, aroused,awakened, beside oneself, charged, delighted,discomposed, disconcerted, disturbed, eager,enthusiastic, feverish, fired up, frantic, high*,hot and bothered, hot*, hyperactive, hysterical,in a tizzy, inflamed, juiced up, jumpy, keyed up,moved, nervous, on edge, on fire, overwrought,passionate, piqued, provoked, roused, ruffled,steamed up, stimulated, stirred, thrilled,tumultous/tumultuous, wild, wired, worked up,zipped up"


Whew. That's quite a bit to be experiencing at the minute. On that note, I will leave you in my first blog. Expect great things and God may have other plans. Let him have control and you will surely be fulfilled. Oh, and follow my blog! (shameless plug)


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