Lost Among The Stars

2009-10-13T14:21:00.001-04:00

I'm back!

2009-08-09T08:54:00.001-04:00

I just don't have time to update this blog anymore. I've started law school and it's very time consuming and I've only been there a week! I'm going to have to go on an extended hiatus. Thanks for reading, following, & I'll be back in a while

School

2009-08-06T18:28:00.000-04:00

Well, I've officially started law school! I graduated last Friday, moved Saturday, and started school Monday! A long post is long overdue but def on the way this weekend! Thanks for hanging in there!

Hit The Weights

2009-06-13T13:35:00.007-04:00

My birthday was awesome. I'm just now feeling fully recovered. That being said, I have a list of goals for the new birthday year. I look at it as a way to keep improving what I would like to be the new and happy me! One of my major goals is to get back into the gym. I used to be the biggest gym rat. Yoga, weight lifting, cardio, nutrition, the works. Then once I sarted working my gym days took a backseat to my life. Not anymore! I love the gym and how Yoga and the rest of it makes me feel, so today I went back and did a hardcore full body workout. Probably wasn't the brightest idea since I'm sore as hell now, but oh well. Still feels good. Here are some pictures to get you inspired. My Hatha Yoga Class starts Tuesday!

This and more can be found at Yoga-Clothing.com

It's My Birthday!

2009-06-10T00:44:00.001-04:00

Happy 22nd Birthday to Me!!!!

Cheesecake

2009-06-02T17:00:00.003-04:00

Can somoeone tell me what could possibily be better than sitting in the bed under the covers with the AC blasting while it's 90+ degrees outside and eating cheesecake? I know this sounds completely random and irrelevant to anything, but it's the simple pleasures like these that make me happy. Especially when the cheesecake is douzled with fresh (although spicy and I don't know why) strawberries!

I should be studying for my final, but after working this morning from 6:30-12:30 I just came home and have been relaxing. Well, resting! Now, that I've reopened my eyes to the world I'm browsing Hair blogs! That's right, you probably didn't know this (how would you, I never told ya) but I am OBSESSED with my hair. I've even launched my own hair blog: Confessions of A Wanna Be Curl Star. This is a chronicle of my transition from the creamy crack known as harsh chemicals to my natural state in atttempt of beautiful healthy hair. Check it out while I go check out some more blogs!

What!?!

2009-05-29T15:03:00.002-04:00

I know, I know, I'm actually posting. I've missed blogging, but when it came right down to it I had to focus on finishing up the semester. I made all As and Bs with a C+ in French. I was one point from a B but oh well. I start French 4 next week, but I only need a D to graduate. So, with that being said I don't see any reasons why I shouldn't have my degree this August!

The PR job with my job is still up in the air. I still have law school and a scholarship to UGA looming overhead, and I think that's probably where I'm going to end up. It's the only definite concrete thing I have going for me right now.

The boys. The boys oh the boys. Me and him are still going back and forth. I don't even know what if anything I feel for him anymore. I've talked to a few other guys, but they have all been CRAZY. You guys know I'm famous for my stories about my crazy mishaps on dates. Well, you've missed out but it's been the same ol craziness I'm known for lol.

In a nutshell, that's my catching up. Let me know what's been going on with you!

I'm Back

2009-04-02T16:10:00.002-04:00

Hello blogger world. I feel as if I haven't been here in a while. Wait, I haven't. I took a moment to abandon what I know and just really put it all out there. The results are good I'm happy to report. I've been offered a fashion PR job here in Atlanta working on an urban clothing line that's just launched in Atlanta, NYC, and LA. Now, before you guys and gals go get all happy there's a catch. If I dont' produce results, I'm going to get *FIRED. While I know you're like yeah duh, this is a large amount of pressure. It won't be like anything personal, but they're testing out the value and use of PR in branding and launching a name for themselves. While I know I can handle anything that comes my way, I'm worried b/c in PR I can't MAKE people do anything ya know? I can try to draw publicity, but at the end of the day people will buy the product or they won't. So, I'm hesitant to take the job, get an apt in my name and then get fired in Nov. But, this is the opportunity of a lifetime. I can finally break into the industry and do what I've always wanted to do. Not just PR, but fashion PR. Something I thought only the lucky ones with connections like Lauren Conrad were capable of. I'm just a military brat from the burbs! Something else to consider, I would be the sole In-House Public Relations Representative. That's scary as hell! I've done a *minor* fashion pr internship and taken PR classes, but they pretty much teach you textbook history, not how to really DO pr lol. I went to Border's and bought Guerilla PR 2.0. I'm so scared to take on such a big risk without any such direction knowing the people I am working for are such buisnessmen and want to see results. Help!

The End

2009-02-24T23:34:00.003-05:00

I am feeling so sad right now. Me and him just had an hour long conversation that basically went back and forth with the fact that he likes me but is really looking for good friends. Motherfucker we talked about marriage!?! We were in a relationship. Not just going out for motorcycle rides as he suggest we do. So, I basically told him to fuck off in much nicer terms as I'm trying to be mature about this whole fiasco. But wait, he says! It's not fair for me to just stop talking to him because he has feelings for me, they just haven't developed into dating yet, and if I shut him out all together, I'm only going to push him away. I told him he should just hope I'm still around if in fact he decides to get serious someday but I may or may not be there. I'm tired. Sick and fucking tired.

Still Here

2009-02-22T18:39:00.003-05:00

I'm still here. Just not as lost. Sorry for the lack of post. I will write a nice long one on what's been up with the boys, school, and life after my French midterm tomorrow. But, I have been expressing my thoughts daily in my journal if that counts for something to all the writers out there. I've taken some time to explore other options, and just really think. I think I may surprise everyone and mostly myself with what I end up doing. No, no, nothing dramatic like taking myself out or anything. I'm just trying to find what makes me happy in life. But then again, who isn't right?

Let's Resolve Resolutions

2009-02-12T11:15:00.002-05:00

Okay, so right now I'm at the point where I want to make some changes in my life. The most notable resolution that I had once made & has not been resolved is attempting to be happy. My day to day life consist of simply going through the motions and coping with life. I think once one realizes that they are not happy and identify what it is that is not making them happy they can begin to make necessary changes to become happy. First of all, I want to take a break on attempting to make a relationship work with him or begin to build new relationships with *new boys*. I say this because I'm sad that when I tell him we should get together and talk, he blows me off saying he's not in the mood to talk. As many sacrifices as I've made for him, he doesn't even respect me enough to talk to me when I'm feeling down. I'm sad about *new boy* b/c now that we've done whatever, he's become standoffish and hardly calls. I told him I didn't want this to happen and of course it has. On the whole, I'm tired of being used and feeling used so much. I think it's time to just focus on me.

Just One of Those Days

2009-02-11T20:35:00.002-05:00

So, today is one of those days that I'm in one of those moods. One of those moods where I'm sad about life for no apparent reason. Well, of course there are reasons but, there isn't anything directly making me sad. Or everything is directly making me sad. I'm sitting here with a bottle of booze all alone with just two sleeping Yorkies who are in their own world of dreams at the moment. I'm said about the ever impending doom of what's to come. I'm talking about law school. I know people will say if you don't want to go, don't go. Yes, if only it could be that simple and I could go be that fashion editor at an elite magazine company. But, let's face it folks. The economy is in shambles, and when companies like Domino start to fold, you may want to rethink your career choices just a wee bit. Plus, there's parents that don't need to be appeased, but are no longer paying for anything. I have to use my brain in order to be able to care for myself. I've become such a slacker in school that I'm already failing and have only been in school for like a month. I'm pretty unhappy right now. Blah.

Stuck on who? You? Which you!?!

2009-02-10T23:56:00.004-05:00

So, I'm definately feeling weird right now. Today, was totally just one of those weird days where nothing bad actually happened, but you're still glad when it's over. School was long & drama with my sorority after school was long. So, afterwards, I went to go hang out with *new boy*. All's well, we're hanging out and he starts blowing up my phone. I mean, already today he text me asking me to do something for him which made me upset. I do not like being made to feel like the only time you really want to talk to me during the day is on the off chance you need something. And late night texts are even less disrespectful than a phone call. So, anyways he is calling me wanting to know why I'm not at home and who I'm with. He even proceeds to call me b/c it's after 10:30 and I'm still not at home. When I don't answer he gets pissed and won't talk to me. So, like a fool I hurriedly leave *new boy* and I'm sure he's wondering wtf. After all that, he said he's going to sleep and doesn't want to talk about it, and *new boy* must think I have some serious attachment issues to the ex. Which I do...I think it's safe to say things are officially beginning to get messy.

And Back to the Basics

2009-02-08T18:32:00.003-05:00

Alright, so today marks my return to the basics. Not basic in terms of "oh, he's basic", but in terms of going with what is familiar. Okay, enough talking in code! I hung out with him today. I went outside to walk my Yorkies, and his dad who came down to visit for the weekend was down there and was talking to me. He asked if I'd like to ride with them to take his Dad to the airport and then we could go for a ride on his motorcycle on the way back. Of course, I'm down. I love going for rides. His Dad and I just talked and talked & he bought us lunch and everything felt right. I went to shake his hand when it was time to go and he reached for a hug instead. The significance of all of this is that he is thinking of moving back home, and it's a big question of what will happen to us. It's already a big question without taking the impending move into consideration. I think his Dad will probably encourage him to ask me to come up there as well now. I've always been sure that this is the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. Even though he has treated me like shit a good fifty percent of the time, I love him. However, then someone like *new boy* comes along.

*New boy* called me twice last night to come hang out. I told him I needed to conserve gas. Do you know what he said? Of course you don't. That's why you're reading on. *New boy* told me he just really wanted to see me and would get me gas. Nice! Knowing how expensive gas is these days it's nice to see some consideration. And no, he has yet to try to get in my pants or anything ladies! I told him I can't have him paying for everything so I didn't go. He's preforming in a step show with his fraternity this afternoon and asked me to come buttttt I was hanging out with him. At what point will this begin to get messy?

In with the new?

2009-02-07T11:27:00.002-05:00

What a night that carried over into morning that is carrying over to this afternoon. Whew!! So, yesterday, I met his father who came down for the weekend. All that went well and I was feeling good about that. I've met 3 sisters and a father so the only member left is Mom. It was one of my best friend's 24th bday party and I felt like calling up *new boy* to see if he would like to accompany me (since he called to see what I was doing). He said yes! No, "I don't know, let me think about it" garbage either. He even wanted to know what I was wearing so he could coordinate with me. We had way too much fun. I was super nervous and he and all my friends could tell. My clumsy ass tripped and almost landed in his lap which made me even more nervous, but he just laughed. I could tell he wanted to kiss me and I would keep turning away to avoid eye contact. Finally, he asks me what's on my mind because I keep "flipping my hair and turning away." I couldn't believe a boy was making me this nervous! He is such a gentleman. Not only did he offer to buy me a drink, but he offered to my friends as well. Manners are hard to come by these days! But we went out to eat, and yes he finally did get that kiss :)

Diggin on You

2009-02-05T21:50:00.002-05:00

What a day, what a day. Last night he asked if I wanted to come along on a buisness trip for his job. He works for Nascar if I hadn't mentioned that before, so he's always going out of town for short as well as extended periods of time. Seeing as how this was just an overnight trip to south GA I was down. I needed this to gadge how he's feeling about me and to really question how I feel about him. Spending 14hrs in the car with someone will do that. And it did nothing but reaffirm how much I truly love this man. Don't ask how we started talking about marriage again and we aren't even dating at the moment. But, dreamingly planning a future with him let's me know there's no hope for the *new boy*...

I met a beautiful and I mean s-e-x-y ass man through my sorority sister. She saw him and his friend sitting in the hall and suggested we invite them into our suite to watch tv. I did just to be friendly and that's when I saw just how good looking he was. Not to mention, we hit it off from the first introductions. We exchanged numbers and I was so shocked by how sweet *newboy* is. I mean the lil stuff. Today, while I'm out with him *new boy* sends me a text asking me if I'm thinking about him because he's thinking about me too. Wow. Um, yeah I was. But, wait, I'm with the "love of my life." I like to think of *new boy* as an innocent crush. On the other hand, after talking to friends he may be the cool ass guy I've been waiting for to help me see another life without him

Catching Up

2009-02-01T07:24:00.007-05:00

Okay, so here's what I've been up to in a nutshell. I drove down to Athens last Friday to visit UGA School of Law & absolutely loved it! At least, that's the lie I'm telling myself as UVA & or Cornell are looking more and more like a lost shard of hope. Anways, after my tour, I went to look at some places to live and ate at my first restaurant in Athens:

Skipping over all the unnecessary drama that requires any form of mood alteration, my brother and I threw a *Super Bowl* get together at Taco Mac. It was small, intimate, and a lot of fun. Something that surprised me was the guy I used to talk to for 3 years but never dated stopped by and during the game he kept hinting at how he wanted to be with me but was scared I'm still not over him. Him being the love of my life that so far hasn't quite been working out like most fairytales. Oh well, must get sleep as I do not want to oversleep and miss Monday classes again.

Yes, football is boring when it doesn't involve my favorite teams.

25 Things

2009-01-30T15:43:00.005-05:00

Sheri tagged me for "25 Things", so here goes!
Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits or goals about you. Then tag 25 people, including the person who tagged you.

I was born June 10, 1987
From the age of 3, my absolute favorite color has been pink
My father is 75% white, and my mother is Black & Cherokee Indian
My father was a physician in the military so I grew up all over the world
My favorite places by far were California and Germany
Sometimes, I wish we didn't move so often
Sometimes, I wish we would've moved more often
I'm considering moving back to Texas (I don't remember it from the first time).
I've always wanted to live in LA or NYC
I feel trapped in Georgia
I struggled with depression all throught HS & most of college (who doesn't).
At one point I was suicidal
I called my mom the night I was going to take a bottle of sleeping pills
So, my mom bought me a Yorkie to help consume my thoughts
She saved my life (My mom and the Yorkie)
Whenever, I would/do get sad, I find comfort in my Yorkies
I bought another Yorkie so my other Yorkie won't be sad while I'm at school
I would like to teach or be a professor someday
I dream of writing a bestselling novel before I die
Death, in fact does not scare me
I'm still trying to find other things to live for
I found the love of my life, but so far it hasn't worked out
I'm often times pretty bored with it all
I'm thinking of moving to Boston
Writing is my passion and my outlet

That's a more in-depth peek into who I am. It felt good to get some of that stuff out there. Oh yeah, consider yourself tagged if you read this.Wow, I already got feedback. Awesome. Thank you for taking the time to read and for your interest. Answers to questions I've received: I am an English major and going to law school to pursue family law, civil rights law, or health law. This is a Yorkie (Yorkshire Terrier)...

The Highs & The Lows

2009-01-28T11:38:00.003-05:00

Wow, it's been over a week since I last posted. I've been busy living the highs among the lows. It amazes me how in one week alone you can be so completely happy and yet so completely sad. I wish to write about everything once I get the chance but silly me I have overslept and missed my first class (again). I leave you with creative exercise #4. This one I had to make 20 copies for my turn in workshop tomorrow so I hope you as well as my classmates like it!

Highland Inn
I’ve lived here in this podunk town all my life. With a population of less than one thousand, Eagle’s Lake never made onto a map. Our biggest claim to fame is that we are fifty miles south of New Orleans. Someday, I’m going to leave this place. At least that’s what I keep telling myself. I live with my mother in the old Highland Inn. I hear it used to be a nice place back in the day even though the only customers were travelers passing through too tired to drive on to New Orleans. For me, Highland Inn is a place of misery. Many of the rooms are rented out nightly to men who come down from New Orleans looking for a cheap good time. This is how my mother makes her living. I never have been able to make friends since at school I’m the daughter of Marisa Evans, known as the biggest “Eagle Lake Whore” of them all. I never knew my mother when she was prom queen, a 4.0 student, and captain of the varsity cheerleading squad. From the gossip I overhear around town, my mother got mixed up with some older kids who were passing through and dropped out of high school with only two months left to graduate. No one heard from her for over a year and then she drifted back here used and broken. Her long red curls had become a rat’s nest and her unblemished milky face was now filled with craters of sorrow. I like to imagine my mother as not a junkie prostitute, but in all her glory of before. I would plead with my father to get her help if only I knew who he was. I guess that’s why I thought Rick would be the one to save her. Rick Jones had found himself taking up an extended stay in Eagle’s Landing for he needed a place to “find himself.” Rick was a writer. From my window I could see the dusty road out front and would catch him stealing glances at my mother as she came and went each night. Rick claimed he only worked at night and liked to sit on the front porch with his typewriter and a kerosene lamp as his “fuel for the fire” as he called it. Even though he typically had a stench of liquor, I liked Rick. I liked the way he looked at me as if I were a real person and not just the junkie’s mute daughter. I liked Rick so much that I didn’t mind when he asked if he could come into our room to meet my mother. I told him to come by around six knowing that she should still be sober and alone but he insisted on making a night visit. My mother was out by the time he showed up so I invited him in and offered to make him an egg and toast sandwich since that was all we had in the fridge. I didn’t know what he was doing when he came up behind me, took the knife out of my hand, and put his hand on my breast.
“Rick what are you doing?”
“Don’t act like you don’t want it.”
I tried to push him away but with his two hundred plus pounds he was much too strong. I struggled to get away as he dragged me towards the couch and that’s when I felt it. It wasn’t simply the first feeling of penetration but the feeling of warmth as blood poured from my abdamen. Rick had stabbed me. Mother, I want to call out, Mother, I am dying, but she is falling once again into the arms of a man she loves.

In With the New!

2009-01-18T19:35:00.009-05:00

What an amazing action packed adventure these past few days have been. Where to begin with life since Thursday? Friday was amazing for I was able to pay significant amounts of money on all three of my credit cards, I cancelled one of my gym memberships (yes, I'm the dope that has two), and I finally was able to take my Yorkies to get their vaccines (yes, I was 2 months behind on those). So, I was brimming all day with feelings of accomplishment. Let's just see how I fare next month when bill time comes around... Saturday my sorority had goal setting which I attended with mixed expectations. There's been so much drama and putting each other down that I'm really just over it. Especially considering I'm graduating soon and heading off to move on with my life in every aspect of the phrase! The fun part was afterwards when 3 of my sisters who are the only reason I'm still in and myself went to a mexican restaurant and then out shopping. Moving on to today, I get to the title of my post. For so long I've been saying that I'd like a more sophisticated wardrobe with classic pieces. I'm beginning to feel a bit more sophisticated and grown up than my teen years favorite XXI. For the longest my mom has been telling me to check out places like H&M, New York & Company, & Ann Taylor Loft. So I did. And I fell in love! Also, I've been offered a job to teach high school English in the fall, so I might want to get a halfway decent casual wardrobe together if I decide to take the offer. From New York & Company (where I also got $15 city bucks to use the next time I shop!)...

I never can figure out if I'm an A cup or a B cup but I did find two bras that fit at Gap on sale so I got a red one and a white one. Old Navy is having a crazy sale where it's an additional 50% off clearance so I got a pair of light skinny jeans for $7 and a sparkly white sweater for $10! To complete a weekend of greatness, I got my blackberry pearl back activated, and lunch at The Cheesecake Factory with my brother! I love extra scholarship money!!

Oh yeah, I got the CUTEST Obama shirt to wear this Tuesday!!!

Creative Exercise #2

2009-01-15T22:33:00.010-05:00

Okay lovelies. Here is my second creative exercise.

The Reluctant I- "Write a first-person story in which you use the first person pronoun (I or me or my) only two times, but keep the I somehow important to the narrative you're constructing. The point is to imagine a narrator who is less interested in himself than in what he is observing"-600 words limit

The wind was biting yet not cold. Dusk had begun to settle as everyone hurried to reach his or her destination. For me, these city streets were the final destination. Day in and day out the only thing that changed was the people who passed by. Except something felt different about that night. The city lights were still ablaze without many more onlookers left outside to take in their warmth. That’s when he passed by. He was tall, at 6’2 and roughly 210 pounds. He looked lean and as if he was a regular at Powerhouse Gym. He wasn’t pretty enough for L.A Fitness, and probably thought of himself as more than the average Joe type that frequents Crunch Fitness. It was when he thought that no one was watching that he made his move. A young woman in her early twenties was crossing the street and headed in his direction. Just as her Jimmy Choo hit the curb she tousled her long brown curls over her shoulder and took one last glance at wherever it was she had just came from. The look on her face was intense. It was if she wished to remember this place forever. The light turned red as she began heading down 42nd and the cars whirred past her. Without so much as seeming to give the idea a second thought, she dashed into the dark alley with the cluck cluck sound of her Jimmy Choos trailing behind her. Mr. Gym Rat quickly entered the alley behind her. Having made sleeping arrangements under a pile of old boxes at the entrance of this dark alley, I was able to see and hear the events taking place without being noticed.
“Do you have it?” she asked.
“Where’s the money bitch?”
“No need to get hostile Mitch.”
“Sorry, lets just get this over with Melinda.”
“Ten grand as promised. Now where’s the chip?”
It was surprising that they knew each other. This Mitch and Melinda seemed to be from two totally different worlds. She from her proper world of Tiffany jewelry and Jimmy Choos, and Mitch from the low end of musty gyms and unfashionable athletic wear. But it didn’t matter what anyone else thought. Hear they were exchanging ten grand for a computer chip.
“You really wanted your husband dead over a microchip huh?”
“You don’t know what kind of information is on there Mitch. It would ruin the both of us” she replied.
Murder! No one said anything about murder. Melinda must have heard the shriek coming from behind the boxes because she immediately became tense as she pulled a small black revolver out of her handbag.
“You expecting someone?” she asked Mitch.
“Maybe it’s one of your people. You tryna get out of paying?”
“Of course not Mitch, but something’s out here” she replied.
But Mitch was one step ahead of Melinda. He punched her in the head and reached for her gun as she had turned around to scan the area for what she was sure was a hidden intruder. Reaching for the small black bag that contained his fortune, Mitch started exiting the alley.
“What about the chip?” Melinda protested.
Mitch turned around and tossed the chip towards the ground where Melinda lay with a hand to her bruised head.
“Nice doing business with ya,” Mitch said.
Melinda wrapped her fingers tightly around the chip and climbed to her feet. She took one last brief look at the alley before hurrying into the night.

Creative Exercise #1

2009-01-14T10:20:00.005-05:00

As promised, here's my first creative exercise for my Narrative Techniques class.

Prompt: Funhouse Mirror- "Write a deliberately distorted self-portrait- with aspects of yourself magnified or dimished. It is important, in the exercise, for you to use your own name.-500 words

Chocolate delight, strawberry frenzy, and triple chocolate peanut butter panic are among my favorite flavors. I’ve been having a love affair with ice cream for as long as I can remember. The smooth coolness proves to be a valuable addition a la modé to any dish on the menu. Well, anything sweet on a menu is sure to tickle my fancy if I have to be perfectly honest. And that doesn’t just apply to after dinner treats. You see, when I’m not in the midst of my love affair with ice cream, I’m sneaking to the kitchen to spend some time with a stashed bottle of Smirnoff or some other mixed fruity cocktail.

My doctor calls my love affairs addictions, but I like to think of my love affairs as perfectly healthy. Ice cream and fruity alcoholic drinks are sweet to me and I to them. Unlike friends and men, they’re always there for me and have yet to let me down. Sure, Dr. Delgado says I’ve put on twenty-four pounds in the last 8 months, and my liver isn’t as healthy as it should be for a twenty-one year old, but what does she know? I’m as healthy as racehorse. Cheerleading and soccer are part of my forgotten high school legacy anyways.

Dr. Delgado’s always saying to me, “Star, you’ve got to change your lifestyle. I remember when I met you a year ago you were anorexic. It appears to me you have a problem with self-image Star.”
I’ve tried explaining to her that I’ve always had these love affairs and that I’m now old enough to indulge in my guilty pleasures, as I so desire. Unfortunately, Dr. Delgado continues to tell me, “Star, you’re hopeless.”

Seriously, I never put that much faith into doctors anyways. Hopeless would be eating ice cream all throughout the day and finishing a six pack of beer at nine in the morning. I only eat ice cream with meals, and happy hour in my home doesn’t being until noon. Besides, what lady of class drinks beer? At this moment in time I’m drinking a Mimosa, and I haven’t even eaten ice cream at all today. Well, that’s partly because Dr. Delgado put me on a new diet. Yeah, I try to humor her for a good twenty-four hours and then I meet my lovers yet again. Come this time tomorrow, it’ll just be me and a bowl of piping pineapple freeze ice cream. I promised to attend a food addiction anonymous session Dr. Delgado is hosting this fall to further the humor. With the Christmas holidays coming up, now is the perfect time for me to break free of my addictions she says. Addictions? For our purposes, lets just continue calling it a glorious love affair shall we?

Let me know what you think!

Clean Bill of Health

2009-01-12T18:26:00.004-05:00

Aahh it feels good to be able to breath again! Thank you so much to everyone for all of the get well wishes! I'm happy to be back with a report of good news! I got accepted to Washington & Lee School of Law! They're ranked #25 in the country by the way! Yipee that makes *4* law school acceptances! It's depressing because I wish there was some way I could pay for it or qualify for a loan. Maybe if I keep being super nice to my Dad, he'll come around and cosign for me. Everyone say a little prayer for me if you can. I'm graduating soon and don't have a plan. I would like to go to law school not to practice law, but for sheer learning purposes. I know I know, that sounds beyond crazy which are my Dad's thoughts exactly lol. Anyways, my euphoria of being back in the "game" of school has quickly faded now that I realize how much work I have to do. Five classes at a time is no fun, and that's why I've always stuck to my guns and been happy to take 4 a semester. But noooo, I thought it would be great to add a fifth class since I have a four hour break and didn't want to be "bored". Sure, narrative techniques is an awesome elective to take but I'm on my 4th writing assignment and we've only had a week of classes. But, I guess I can't really complain. I mean these are senior level english classes aren't they? I'm going to start posting some of my creative exercises. Don't worry, I won't bore you too bad. We choose a prompt and can only write 400-700 words, so we're talking a mere page. They aren't too time consuming and the word limit and restrictions of the prompt make for a challenge. Until then lovlies!

Sick

2009-01-10T14:19:00.001-05:00

So uh, I'm sick. Yes, not even a week into school and I've caught a nasty cold. In at least two of my classes I sat near someone who was hacking up a lung and now they've passed it on to me. Blah. I've been in the bed all day but just wanted to pop in and say hello to all you lovelies out there. Be Back Soon!

Inspired

2009-01-07T02:08:00.004-05:00

It's been a long time since I've felt like this. I mean really felt it deep in my stomach. The feeling was so intense I felt as if I could run a marathon (which I probably could provided I would actually carry my inhaler every now and then). This feeling gets my mind turning and feeling as if there ins't a moment to be wasted. Inspiration. I haven't felt this inspired since freshman year three years ago. My classes this semester are just it (at least the ones I've been to so far). In my first class which is an honors forum on the body we will be reading the Bible, fanny, and watching 300 just to name a few. The professor is awesome and discussion is sure to be good in the class. However, it wasn't until my Narrative Techniques class that I got "that feeling". We have to do creative writing exercises using a book of creative writing prompts called 3am Ephiphany. It has over 200 writing prompts on a variety of topics. As my professor is casually discussing how as English majors we're trained to read as readers but now we will read as writers (brillant by the way), he referred to us as Artists. The same girl who can only draw stick figures, has no musical gifts to speak of, or any other "artistic" abilities is now an artist? Then I thought about it. Writing is a craft. Yes, one can learn anything off of youtube these days, but either you have it or you don't. I remember in the 5th grade my teachers were trying to get my short story, "The Day it Rained Chocolate Raindrops" published. They acted like I was a writing prodigy and ever since then I've always been writing. I've never thought of myself as a "writer" since I'm a mere amature, let alone an Artist! But the mere mention of the word and hearing him going on about what it means to be an artist and such really moved me. My final class of the day which happened to be Shakesphere left me no less inspired. The guy is one of the top Shakesphere scholars in the country and hearing him lecture once again brought on that feeling (inspiration for the freaks out there lol). How I have missed being intellectually challenged and longed for the moment when I would know exactly what it is I want to do with my life. I feel as if I sort-of experienced it today. I found what inspires me and thus I have found my inspiration.