I wish...

I wish I never felt attraction for people.

I wish that I never gave myself the possibility of getting hurt by allowing myself to invest myself in a person.


I wish it were easier.
I wish there was no such thing as unrequited love/lust.


I wish every person that I was attracted to was also attracted to me.
I wish I didn't have these feelings.


I wish that all I had to concentrate on was school and not this person.
I wish I had the guts to ask this person out.


I wish I spent more time with this person.
I wish things weren't so complicated.


I wish I could tell this person who I am without caring what they think.
I wish dating didn't exist.
I wish I were in a relationship.

Senioritis

I've been having trouble lately with a couple of my classes. The trouble is that I am not enjoying them. They aren't interesting and the work is very rudimentary for me. I don't like being bored. I like being challenged (this is a spanish class).



I'm not sure why, but I want to be out of school right about NOW. I am ready for it to be May and to be getting my diploma and to be getting the Hell out of here. I really just wish that I had graduated already. I know four of my friends who graduated this last May. I should have been one of them, but wasn't unfortunately.

I really like the fact that I am now an English major as well as a Spanish major. I am enjoying both of my English classes right now. They stimulate me in a way that my classes will never be able to because they are in my native language and I can go more deep into my native language than I can in Spanish.



I guess another problem that I'm having is that I'm really tired of working at the station. I wish I had a different job where I don't have to get up at 6 a.m. on the weekends. I just feel like there is something else out there that is more engaging for me and that is more interesting to me. I'm hoping there's something out there at least. It doesn't have to be in Flint, but it would be nice if it were in Genessee County. I'm getting tired of my long commute.

I'm sorry if this sounds like one long complaint. I guess it's because I feel like people have been giving me their complaints a lot lately. It gets annoying when people feel like I'm their therapist. I understand if you're having a rough day and need to talk about it. It's just that when it becomes an everyday occurence, then I start feeling as if the friendship is a bit one-sided.



I saw Easy A the other day. I'm going to review it for the M Times. I'm way excited. Look for it in the October 4th issue. 

Writing to Avoid Writing

Have you ever done homework to avoid other homework that you don't want to do? That's what I'm doing right now. I'm writing to avoid other writing. This is procrastination at its best.

I'm going to get a little philosophical on you. Beware.

Can I do something productive if I'm avoiding something that is much more productive by doing something kind of productive?

Spanish homework is the thing that I'm avoiding. It's only 200 words but I don't want to do it. I am so much better at writing in English than I am in Spanish. It's probably because English is my native language.

It just so happens that writing in Spanish means making mistakes which I don't like doing. I don't like getting a (-) instead of a (+). I'm sure that other people are the same way. Nobody likes getting critiqued.

Oh well. I guess that's just how it is.

Late Night Ramblings

So I've been thinking about my writing a lot lately since I've been doing a lot of writing as of late. That's o tprobably because I have three blogs, two writing classes and I'm also working for the M Times this semester.



Yes. That is a lot of writing. I realized this. I didn't realize all what I had signed up for until I started writing pretty much every day. It's pretty intense.

So I guess I've been struggling with my Advanced Creative Writing class a little bit. The one piece that I'm writing hasn't gotten very far yet. I find that with my fiction writing, I am very critical of my writing which can crimp my style at times.



I've decided that I need to just write and not think about it so much. If I think too much about it, then I don't actually get to the writing part. Instead, I end up criticizing myself and making myself feel worse.



So yeah. Just needed to write it down.

Music to my Ears

So I just went to my favorite Flint cafe, Good Beans, and saw spoken word there. It was so awesome. It was like music to my ears. I've heard spoken word before, but this was more intense. I guess that's what happens when people speak louder and faster...



No, really. It's weird when people write or speak about subjects like war and violence which I know nothing of. I don't know them from my own experience. I can be really inspired by their words, though.

That's one thing when it comes to poetry, I feel really White. I mean that word in the biggest sense that you could make it. I haven't experienced a lot of hardship in my life. I've never experienced any kind of real violence first hand. My home life has always been really wonderful. My life has always just been really easy.



So that lends to the question of what can I write about? I guess I can write about less "serious" subjects. I guess that's okay. I wasn't the only White person who went up to the mic for open mic night which was nice. I was the only female, though, which I thought was unnecessary. I've heard spoken word done by a woman and I thought it was really cool.

Anyways. Those are my thoughts. And I'm sticking to them.

School

So I am really excited for these next two semesters. I am actually going to be graduating in May 2011! That's the most exciting thing ever at least to me. I can't wait to get out into the real world and get a job.

The thing that's different about this semester is that I'm going to be taking fifteen credit hours. That's not really that much, but it's the most I've ever taken. I usually take 12 credit hours. I'm sure it won't be very difficult, but it's going to be a bit time-consuming. I'm thinking about my one spanish class, in particular. We had homework to do on the first day of class. I wasn't very happy.

I am looking to be more social this year, also. I want to go outside my box and try new things and meet new people. I did get to meet new people last Friday, which was nice. I went to the Flint Art Walk and got to meet some students who go to U of M with me which was cool. I always enjoy meeting people who are in my age group.

So I was thinking about trying something new this week. There's this Stoplight Party going on this Thurday where people where a different color depending on their relationship status. I don't know how I feel about putting myself out there like that. It would be very difficult to be that open with people I've never met. I don't know. I'll think about it some more.

Until next time.

I have a new blog

No I'm not leaving you. I just wanted to let you know that I am doing a blog for one of my class. I am going to be writing about music which includes concerts, albums and artists. Don't worry. I'll still post to this blog, also.

Just FYI.

Super Senior

So this week was the first week back at U of M for me and my fellow classmates. It wasn’t too exciting, at least not from my perspective. I guess it was because all we did was go over the syllabus and find out what the class was about. I wasn’t exactly squealing with joy.

So this is my last year at U of M Flint. I will be graduating in May 2011. I am really excited to enter the work force. I am not looking forward to trying to find a job in the economic climate that we are in, though. I’m hoping the economy improves by the time that I graduate in May. That’d be nice, at least.

Now the question is “What are you going to do with your life?” I’ve heard that a lot recently. I guess it makes sense since I will have to start looking for a job within a year or so. At this point I don’t know. I envision myself teaching English overseas someplace when I graduate for a few months or so.

I cannot imagine staying here all my life. I can imagine staying in Michigan for a little bit of time, at least until I figure out my life plans and all that jazz. I would like to move out of Genesee County, though. That’d be nice. I’ve learned to love Flint in a way that any student loves their college town. I want to explore other places around the world, though. I would love to become a world traveler and expand my language knowledge beyond Spanish and English.

Another thing I’d like to do even if it’s just on the side and I don’t make a dime off of it is to write. I love writing and all it encompasses. I guess I have a well of creativity deep inside of me that yearns to be freed. One of the creative urges I have is to write poems, songs and short stories. There are times that I go without writing much and it’s weird. I still go on living, but it’s at a slower, less exciting pace. It’s not as thrilling, I guess.

The world is at my fingertips and the only direction I can go is up. I have all these visions for myself and I only hope for them to come true. Without dreams, you are only existing and not actually living. It’s possible I just quoted someone without my knowledge. I apologize if this is the case.

Spanish...a love story

In first grade I dressed up as a teacher. There was an apple on my jean dress. I also had a pointer to go along with it.

In fourth grade, I learned the basics of spanish through a SAMI named Bryan. He thought my pronunciation was decent. I thought he was going to be disappointed that he had to tutor a girl. I don't think he was, though.

I continued with Spanish in 7th and 8th grade with a teacher who didn't care about grades.

9th grade I took band.

Tenth grade I had Mrs. Schiller. She was a good teacher and I said that I wanted to take Spanish because it was "exotic." It's not as exotic to me anymore, but there are a couple of words that I like.

This was the year that I decided I wanted to be a Spanish teacher.

11th and 12th grade I took Spanish with Mr. Wilson. He taught differently than Mrs. Schiller, but it wasn't a bad different. It was a good different.

12th grade I became the SAMI (spanish tutors to fourth graders). I gave back what was given to me. It was the most amazing feeling in the entire world (there are other good feelings that aren't emotional, too. I guess).

Now this is where the detour comes in.

The first professor that I took at college didn't wow me. Nor did I do well in her class.

It took me a while to find the kind of passion that I had for Spanish that I did that senior year of high school.

I do want to be a certified High School Spanish teacher.

And it scares me to death.

Dreaming takes guts.

It takes a lot of guts to go after something that you really want.

Don't ever let someone tell you that you don't want it.

That's all.

I'd like it if you commented.

Unless this thing isn't on.

It better be.

Coffee Shop Blogging

Hi all. I'm in Carabou Coffee right now. In Clarkston. Blogging.

I decided that Carabou Coffee is my favorite coffee shop.

Hear me out okay. I haven't given up on Starbucks. I like Starbucks. They have good coffee. My favorite hot coffee drink of theirs tastes like a snickerdoodle. I can't remember the name of it at this point, though. I also like their shaken iced lemonades with passion tea, sweetened, light on the ice.

So I'm still a Starbucks fan. I just like Carabou more. The disappointing thing is I don't know of any in the Flint area. This causes problems for someone who goes to college in Flint.

I know, right?

So the reasons I like Carabou so much is because of their marketing. I have a napkin that is under my drink right now that tells me what life is too short for. The list includes cranky people and wifi you have to pay for. Both of these things are on my bad list, to say the least.

I just wanted to let you know.

I'm a friend of comments. I promise I won't bite your comments. Hard.

Maturity

So I went clubbing yesterday. It was quite an interesting adventure. More of an adventure than usual to say the least. I don't know why exactly I felt the need to go. It was probably because I wanted to hang out with my friends. I love my friends a lot. I'm not exactly sure why (kidding).

But anyways. Now that I am a senior in college (no pictures please) I am going to be faced with a lot of decisions. Most of them about career choices, extracurricular activities and what kinds of classes I choose to take in my final semesters. I feel like these are the choices that are going to shape the rest of my life. They will shape my life in ways that I do not know at this point.

I don't mind clubbing or bar hopping. I just don't like to do it too often. I guess I'm not much of a partyer. It's probably because I knit. There's a stereotype out there that knitters are very boring. I hope that I have proved you wrong (if you've met me that is).

I guess the point of this blog is that I don't really feel that I need to go clubbing too much anymore if at all. This is partly because of what went down at the club last night which I'm not going to go into (another post for another day). I'm a big fan of studying, reading, writing and that sort of thing. I guess you gotta do what you do best.

Anyways. Thanks for reading. As usual.

Feel free to comment. I'm a big fan of comments.

Here goes...

I just saw Eat Pray Love, the movie tonight with my mom. It was really good.

I'm not going to write you a review. It was good because of the meaning. Not because of the acting, writing or directing. Pretty scenery, though, just fyi.

The movie got me thinking about life. My life, to be specific. I would love to go and visit the places that the woman in the movie did. There is probably a lot of culture. That's what I love about visiting other countries: the culture and the people. I have been blessed to have been able to go outside the United States and meet a lot of wonderful people.

The thing is, I don't need to go someplace else. My life is here in Michigan. And what's weird is that I love it. I love Michigan. I have loved it my entire life and am always confused when people don't like Michigan or put it down because of the fact that it's a crap hole. I have pictures to prove that it's not, though.

I would love to get a job in Michigan when I graduate from college in May. I know there are no guarantees that I will. The job market isn't the best thing right now. Don't worry, I'm not that naive. I have to keep hope alive, though. Without hope we have nothing (that was paraphrased from Harvey Milk by the way).

It's so weird that I'm graduating in May. I feel like it's been more than four years since I started. I have one more year to go and then I'm going to have to deal with the real world and all it's crap. I'll tell you how that goes when I get to it.

But yeah. The movie and what it meant to me. The woman in the movie had to go to all those places to find herself and be able to eat, pray and love. I have already found myself. I know who I am and what I want out of life. I don't need to go some place else to do that.

I know I love food and I don't apologize for it. I love chick flicks because of the romance. Love stories have always been my favorite stories. I love wearing skirts because they make me feel like a little girl and I also feel flirtatious. I love swimming more than walking on ground. I feel like I should have been a fish but somehow it's okay that I turned out to be human. I love bike riding and I would love to get one of those vintage bikes with a little basket on it and ride on it in a skirt. I know this is not practical, but so much of living is impractical that I wouldn't care at all. I prefer buying used clothing than new clothes. Part of the reason for this is because I ruin a lot of my clothes by staining them. My washer's been doing this for me lately, though. I love singing and playing the flute and I'm a horrible guitarist, but I love the sound of the acoustic so much that I don't even care.

So now that I have told you all my little eccentricities, I'll tell you what I want to do with my life. First, though, I'll tell you what I don't want to do. I don't want to be a high school Spanish teacher. I don't care how amazing the job market is for this position. I don't care that Granholm just passed a law that requires high schoolers to take foreign language to graduate. I don't care that there are large sums of illegal immigrants in Michigan making it more likely that Spanish will be the dominant language of this state in ten years. Don't care. Seriously. I also don't want to teach English as a second language unless I am actually in a foreign country because I would love to teach abroad and immerse myself in the culture of a Spanish-speaking country. I'm not really picky. It doesn't really matter which one. I wouldn't mind returning to Costa Rica, though. I also heard Peru's nice.

My number one career choice would be a writer if I got to choose. I would love to write novels, short stories, poems, lyrics and/or magazine articles. At this point I'm leaning towards writing for a magazine mostly because it seems the most plausible.

So why didn't you know that I wanted to be a writer until this point? I guess because I had gotten used to so many people telling me how great the job market was for Spanish teachers that I didn't want to be disappointed by people telling me how horrible it is for writers.

I don't care about the job market. Why does it matter? This is what I want to do with my life. I have found a passion in writing that I never found in Spanish. Why would I want to go to a job that I dislike? What's the point? I'd much rather never make a dime writing than make millions teaching Spanish. It's just the way it is. There's more to life than money.

I know what you're thinking. Bills. They don't pay themselves. I'm sure I'll figure something out.

So yeah. Coming out as a writer. I'm here. I'm descriptive. Get used to it.

Yes I don't post often. Get over it.

Maybe I should be the one getting over the fact that I don't post often.

Hello blogger. How are you doing?

I'm glad you're good.

Me. I'm okay.

Sometimes I make mountains out of molehills as the saying goes.

I just got done spending a half an hour at Jo Anne Fabrics. I was there for buttons. I bought two different packs of buttons because I couldn't decide between very bright colors or just kind of bright colors. It's not something that you can change very easily. You can, but I wasn't planning on attaching my buttons on with velcro. It's not the usual plan when it comes to buttons at least.

I also bought some dry-erase markers. They were cheap and will probably function in a manner that alludes to this cheapness but I'm okay with that.

Anyways.

My summer is going well. I love it when realize my fate. That I will never get a job. Ever.

That I will never meet the person of my dreams. Or buy a house with them on the beach. Also known as a beach house. I'm not sure as to why I am incapable of putting it in a less wordy manner.

Oh well.

There's always next month. I'm assuming.

I need to stop chopping up my sentences with inappropriate periods.

They don't fucking go there.

I really want to burn the sweater that I just spent two years making. I feel like, then much of my time spent knitting, unraveling and re-knitting would have been wasted, though. This is probably true, sadly.

This is me talking myself out of doing something stupid. I'm sure I can find something else to burn. Wood usually works pretty well.

Maybe I'll have a campfire.

Or not.

Sappy Late-Night Blog About Life or Something Like It

So the other day I got some horrible news via facebook. One of my friends had died. I am not sure how exactly he died. That's not the point, though.

The point is he was thirty years old. That is about eight years older than me.

I am not going to tell you that I have a new lease on life. I've had that happen to me before. It's not like that this time. It's more like I have a new perspective on what I should be doing with life.

This does not mean that I'm going to go sky diving tomorrow. I know. Disappointment.

It means that I want to do what makes me happy and not care what others think. I want to spend as much time with the ones that I love because that's the best part of life.

Connection.

This also means that I am not going to apologize for who I am. There is only one of me and who I am is not something that I should say sorry about.

One pseudo-negative thing that could come out of this is that I'm not going to spend time with people who I don't want to spend time with. I don't want to waste my life on people who aren't loving or fun to be around or interesting.

I like substance. I like reality. I like truth.

They're kinda necessary.

So that's my story and I'm sticking to it.

G'night y'all.

Memorial Day

Hi all. Sorry I'm a little late on posting. So my memorial weekend was very exciting. I was in Washington D.C. for a mission trip with my church. We helped fix up this homeless shelter in one of the more needy parts of the city. It was a very good experience for me. I feel like I learned a lot and that I may have even changed a little bit because of the experience that I had there.

On Memorial Day, we came drove back to Michigan. It wasn't much of a celebration of the holiday, but I did get to celebrate with my family the next day with a very-Memorial-Day feast. I enjoyed it.

So everyone, I know that the holiday is technically over. That doesn't mean that you can't keep remembering the people who have given their lives so that we are able to live in a free country. It's mostly free, at least. It depends on how you look at it.

Happy weekday, all!

So Today

I'm getting things done.

I am superwoman.

I got a plan and I'm gonna use it kinda thing.

So yeah.

I don't have time to blog.

I thought I'd check in.

But yeah.

See ya later.

The View from Caribou

So I don't know what it is, but it seems as though I am at coffee shops a lot lately. So if I'm not working and I'm not on campus then I'm at a coffee shop or sleeping.

Is that weird?

I don't know why I go on campus. I don't have classes right now. I don't know. I get bored. I have to have something to do. So I drink non-coffee drinks at a coffee shop for endless amounts of time while surfing the web and "reading."

Sometimes I write. I don't know if I would consider this writing. This is more just me writing my thoughts down on paper. It's not really well-constructed. Oh well. I'm not in class. I don't have to revise as much.

Always good.

C y'all lates.

I’m liking Nature

So I wanted to paint you a picture. Here goes:
You are out on your porch swinging to the rhythm of Sunday evening. You’re drinking iced cold lemonade that is sweating so much that it runs down your hand and onto your arm. The heat of the late afternoon sun lingering in your backyard. You smell the sweat pervading from your armpits. The sun set is hues of light Bahaman purple, fuchsia pink. It is resting on a soft sky blue. You take a sip of your drink, feeling the cold liquid run down inside of your throat. You watch as the maple tree’s first leaves fall from their branches. The bullfrogs are singing a song that only they know. This melody is low with few beat variations.

Now picture this:
You are sitting on the porch trying to read a book. You are drinking a glass of red wine as the sun sets in the beautiful way that it does. The semi-trucks in front of you rattle as they go by honking to pass each other.

Not as pretty, ehh?

Guitars

I don't know why it is, but I love acoustic guitars. There I said it. That was my admission for the week. You're not gonna get anymore confessions until Sunday. Which is only two days away. Get over it.

Anyways. Today. Someone let me play. A $700 guitar. Yes that is right. 7-0-0. (If you didn't realize it, that number is double oh seven backwards). Anyways. It was beautiful. It would've sounded beautiful if someone besides me was playing it.

So I wanted to let you know that I can now play and sing along to 2 and a half songs. I know, right? I thought it was impressive. Anyways. The covers that I can play come from the artistry of Staind, Live and the one and only: Jewel. I know. Jewel's amazing. Pretty. Talented. And she writes poetry along with her own song lyrics. There's that whole playing the acoustic guitar thing, but a lot of people do that so that shouldn't be a qualifier.

But yeah. I felt okay playing the guitar because I was actually playing songs instead of just chords. The guy who was in the guitar shop lent me his pic. I kinda felt a little pathetic asking for one, but I didn't have one on me and it would've been difficult to play without it (I tried). But ya. Fun stuff.

So the reasons why I love the acoustic. It's very musical. I don't mean that it plays music. I mean that the way it plays music is something that you can listen to easily. I'm not sure why. I've always liked the way the acoustic looks. I would have to say that I like the woods that are lighter in color rather the really dark wood. That's just me, though.

I'm thinking that I might actually get a new guitar by the end of the summer. That way it could plug in and I could get used to it. It would sound nice, too (I'm hoping).

But yeah. Thanks for listening. Until next time.

The Nature of Nature

So I have this thing about being in nature: I love it. I don't know why. Me and nature just connect as if we are in a relationship or something. It is as if I can have a conversation with the leaves on the trees or the freshly cut grass. Who knows?

I walk around the pond at my house and feel this peace befall me. It is unlike something that you could feel in an enclosed space. I'm not sure why but this is just a fact. I feel as if the world around me is protecting me in a way which of course is not true. The world around me is a destructive world that has hurricanes, earthquakes and tornadoes which are NATURAL phenomenon.

Somehow I still feel like it is a safety blanket even though I know how destructive the world can be. It is just how I feel. Walking back in my property I feel that. It is as if I don't have to think. I can just BE. I can exist for a moment like a rock on the side of the road. I don't have to make plans for my future or go apply for a summer job. I don't have to think at all.

Nature expects nothing of me which is so amazing. I don't debate rhetoric with it. It will never ask me to defend my sexuality or make me feel inadequate because of it. It is just there for me to enjoy immensely.

I got to pet the neighbor's horses today. Yes, I was trespassing. Just for a little while, though. I didn't hurt anything. The horsies were definitely disappointed that I didn't have any food, though. They kept trying to eat my jacket. It was sooo cute.

But anyways. Now I'm done. Concrete. Construction. Sky scrapers.

Desert Hearts Review

So I watched Desert Hearts the other day. It was good. So now I'm going to review it.

In the first scene, we see a lot of people getting off a train. We also meet one of the main characters, Vivian, who is an intellectual from the city visiting for reasons that pertain to her job as a college professor.

The next scene is when we meet the other main character, Kay, who is the wild one. She starts driving backwards on the road so that she can talk to Frances who is the woman that Vivian is staying with. Frances is also the late wife of Kay's dad.

Frances wants to make sure that Vivian does not go anywhere near Kay because she thinks that Kay would be a bad influence on Vivian. There are reasons why she would think that.

Vivian is actually in the process of getting a divorce from her husband of many years. She decided that she needed something else.

One thing that happens is that Vivian walks into Kay's house when she is having company (there is a woman in her bedroom) which creates awkwardness. This is the first time that Vivian realizes that Kay is a lesbian.

A friendship between Kay and Vivian ensues. Frances is of course not okay with this. She is definitely not happy when they come home after Kay's friend's wedding the next day. Frances assumes the worst and is unhappy to hear that Vivian is not who she thought she was.

I won't spoil the ending for you. It's worth watching, though. Go see it.

Rain

It’s kinda rainy out so I thought I’d write about rain. I’m kinda feeling poetic tonight so forgive me, please.

The rain washes away my sins as quickly as they come. It is like a starting-off point. Like yesterday never happened and tomorrow is full of possibilities. I can be anything I want as long as I reach up and touch the stars which are so much closer than you would ever think.


Tomorrow I can be a new person. Not full of doubts and regrets. But of hope and of the things that I want to become. The person I want to become.

Nothing is out of reach. My dreams are as close to me as my nose is to my face.

The rain becomes one with my sorrows. They are so close together that I am unable to tell them apart anymore. The more I look, the more confused I become.

It is as if the rain is mimicking the tears that I have cried for so many years. The earth takes part in my grief. It understands the pain that I have suffered and will suffer in the future that will take place.

The rain washes away the dirt so that I can become clean again. It is a feeling more than just physical, but spiritual. The cleanliness that is next to Godliness. As if being clean can also bring me closer to God.


The rain makes ripples in the pond. Getting bigger and bigger with each second. It is as if I am a ripple in the pond of life. I can impact one person or hundreds of people with my actions. If only I would put more thoughts into these actions.


The rain is my friend and lover. It brings me hope, comfort and a sense of knowing what I am going through. It is more than just a sound of pounding drops against the rooftop. It is also symbolic of me. Of who I truly am and who I will become.

Singing

So I was singing by the pond today. It's my favorite place to sing for some reason. I don't know why. I just get these amazing feeling. It's as if someone is really watching over me. As if He can really hear my worship song and praise. It's a little God time at the beginning of the week. It works for me.

Anyways.

Singing is something I have always loved and will always love. It's more than a hobby or something I love to do. It's one of the only things that make me feel like I am here on this earth. I'm not daydreaming about anything or thinking about what I have to do this week. I am in the moment just singing. As if nothing else in the entire world matters but the next note, lyric or pitch. As if everything is riding on if I remember the next line of the song.

I don't know what it is. I just love it. That's how it goes.That's as good as I can describe it.

so yeah

I'm at another coffee shop today.

No not Starbucks. No not Good Beans. You wanna guess again?

No? Why not?

Anyways.

Caribou Coffee is where I'm at.

It's cool here. I also like the atmosphere. (The free wifi helps too).

But anyways.

I'm kinda bored right now.

How'd that happen anyways.

Way too much time til church.

Oh yeah. It's Mother's Day. I hope you're not still shopping for her present. Wow. Someone's a procrastinator.

Oh well. It happens. But yeah. Tell your mom you love her today. And everyday for that matter. She deserves that at least.

And a whole lot more.

Good Beans

So I went to Good Beans on Saturday.

Yes, that's right. Another coffee shop.

What else would I do with my time?

It was really cold there. Bone chilling cold. Put a stick in me because I just turned into a popsicle cold.

Okay I'm done.

(Why is that snowman making eyes at me cold?)

Anyways.

I got to stay to see two artists until I was forced to go home.

One of the artists in particular, I'm actually a fan of his.

Chris Russell (myspace.com/chrisrussell84)

So yeah. Check out some cool music. Or not. It's your choice.

Sorry

So I have got to do a little bit up ketchuping catching up. It seems I missed a couple of blogging days. I guess I'll have to do three blogs today.

Oh well. No biggie. Not a problem for me.

So Friday I went to Starbucks with Bryan. It's our favorite spot to go basically.

I don't know what it is about coffeeshops but me and them go together like two peas in a pod. Woodie and Buzz Lightyear. Little Piggie and Kermit the Frog. Cinderella and Prince Charming.

Okay I'm done. I promise. (macaroni and cheese).

Oh Gosh. I got a couple food metaphors in there. Sorry. Can't help it.

So anyways. I love coffee shops. I prolly have a couple reasons why also.

1. they have tea which is always good
2. very quiet and peaceful atmosphere
3. good place to study (kinda goes with #2)
4. good place to meet friends

That's my list and I'm sticking to it.

Delusional Rantings

So I'm kinda sick. Forgive me. I thought I'd post anyways just to see if anything comes of it.

Right now I'm thinking about food.

Specifically vegetables. Ooh. I know. Steamed broccoli. Yum.

Also, zucchini with garlic. Amazing. Omg.

Anyways. I really want Taco Bell right. I know. Weird combo. I mean who wants to eat vegetables along with Taco Bell? I mean, it doesn't make any sense.

Oh well.

I'm hungry, but I don't feel like eating. I hate that feeling! Oh well. I guess I'll have to get over it.

You know what sounds good? Pizza. Ummmm... I'm thinking toppings would include: onion and green pepper. Perfect combo.

I can hear the mouth drool. Yes that's right. I said mouth drool. As if there is another kind of drool. How do you know that there isn't.

Anyways.

That's prolly enough rambling for tonight.

I hope to see you tomorrow.

(Have you shopped for your Mother's Day gift yet? I haven't. I need to get on that).

Since I was a bad girl yesterday...

I am writing two blogs today to make up for my discretions yesterday.

Bad girl!

Anyways...

I thought I'd let you know about something awesome happening in Flint, MI on Saturday, May 8th (the day before Mother's Day if you didn't realize).

Good Beans Cafe is having a Saturday Lawn series all throughout the summer up until September. There will be one Saturday every month where there are a bunch of performers who will be able to perform. Tickets are still being sold and you can also buy them the day of the event.

I hope that helps fill your Saturday. At least the day portion that is.

So be there.

Yeah.

Just FYI: four shopping days until Mother's Day! Don't be a bum. Buy your mom some flowers or a card or something. She gave birth to you for God's sake!

Eeek....

So I forgot to post yesterday. My bad. I hope you'll forgive me.

Please?

*puppy dog face*

Anyways. I thought a poem might convince you. I hope so. I really don't like being in the little dog's house. It's kinda lonely in here.

New Tennis Shoes

new tennies
perfect fit
nothing else
for my feet

can't help but stare
at their beauty

hi shoes
nice to meet you
i hope we can be friends
if it's okay with you
I'd like that

so it's settled
we'll be amigos
buddies
pals

i hope you don't mind my 3 a.m. texts

Psych Season Finale

For all of those who don't have cable you're missing out.

Why is that? you ask.

Well, I'm here to tell you why.

There's this little show called Psych on the USA Network. It is the best thing since sliced bread in my opinion. It is about this guy and his pal who try and solve crimes. The main character pretends to be psychic but really he just has really good observation skills.

So I finally watched the Season 4 Season Finale today. Sad face. That means that I have to wait until fall to watch a new episode of Psych. I am not what you would call a patient person. At least I have Glee.

Anyways.

The season finale was a little too creepy for my taste. Also, the ending was a little cheesy.

I'll try and not give anything away in case you wanted to watch it on hulu.

The premise is based off of an episode last season. At least I think so. I know its based on a previous episode at least. It's about a serial killer named Mr. Ying. His partner in crime is locked up so they get hints from all while trying to prevent anymore murders.

All in all it was a good episode and a good season over all, too.

Psych.

Look it up.

'Til next time.

The Crofoot

So I went to the Crofoot Ballroom in Pontiac for the first time today. I actually liked it a lot. It's a nice venue. The acoustics were pretty good. It may have seemed that way because I was right next to the speakers. Not sure.

The band that I saw was called: George Orvelle and the Flying Typewriters. They were actually pretty good. I liked their lyrics more than their music, though. It's probably because I am not too big of a fan of punk. That's just me, though. You should definitely check out the band and take a listen. It's totally worth it.

I really enjoyed the one song where the leader singer, Jordan, rapped. It was really good. For some reason he chose not to wear shoes while performing. I thought it was interesting choice. I may have to steal his idea some time in the future. Just don't tell him that I did it. ; )

So I hope you all had a good weekend. Happy Sunday : )

Welcome!

Hello all! Thanks for stopping by my humble abode. If you'd like to make yourselves comfortable, I can bring us some drinks and we can get this party started...

My bad. We're not partying tonight. Just chillaxing. That was last night. Now I remember

Anyways...

I thought I'd let everyone know what was going on. I am making a resolution to write a blog post every day. I'd like to start with at least a month. Then, we'll go from there.

So that's the plan, at least.

For all of you who don't know me, I plan on writing fiction, essays and poetry. I might throw in some travel logs, too.

So yeah. I hope this works out. It would be awesome if I got some new readers, also.

I guess we'll have to just wait and see.

Until tomorrow...