two hundred sixty one

wow. there's nothing funnier than seeing a guy rocking out alone as he drives by in his ford taurus while wearing "faux-kleys" on a cloudy day!

two hundred sixty

Dear professor whom I am too classy to specifically name,
Just because your exams take me 15 minutes to complete opposed to the alotted 2 hours you expect from your other mediocre students does NOT mean that I do not take my education seriously. If you give us 2 hours and I allow myself a full 30 minutes, don't attempt to make me feel like a careless person. I fully utlized my time this morning to straighten my hair and match my eyeshadow to my coat and lipgloss and there's nothing wrong with that. I feel no regret over not kissing your ass the way you expect everyone else to just because you have the letters p, h, and d after your name. They mean nothing to me. I finished my test with a complete 15 minutes to spare so don't harass me mmmkay? I don't harass you about your lack of teaching ability, your insufficient breadth of knowledge for the course, or even about your permapressed stain resistant treated khakis from kohl's. And finally, when you make me go upstairs to the office because you're assuming it will take me 2 hours and you don't have the patience to sit and attempt to collect your ever-so-fragmented thoughts, do not assume the hollow plywood encased door I sit behind is soundproof as you bad mouth me to the secretary you have handed me off to. Proctor your own test. Understand that we aren't all as dense as you are. And learn how to keep your voice down as you gossip about the student you have in the next room.

Sincerely,
Me

two hundred fifty eight

My heartbeat beats me senselessly-
Why's everything gotta be so intense with me?
Im trying to handle all of this unpredictability,
And in all probability
It's a long shot
But I say why not?
If I say forget it I know that I'll regret it.
It's a long shot just to beat the odds,
And the chance is we won't make it
But I know that if I don't take it
There's no chance.
And you're the best I've got.
So here goes a long shot...

two hundred fifty seven

{Sometimes I forget that I can't live as an island unto myself}

God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.
God grant me patience for things that take time, appreciation for all that I have, tolerance for those with different struggles, and the strength to get up and live one day at a time.

{And its okay to need a little help from time to time}

two hundred fifty six

I have an odd facination with home depot. I'm serious. Every time I walk in there I get a little tingle that goes through me. Its different than the buzz that I get when I walk into nordy's, but its definitely from the same lineage. I think the difference is with nords I know what I'm in for and the delight which will inevitably ensue as I hand pick my latest baubbles. But HD is so foreign and new to me. I am completely overwhelmed at its vast aisles but am paralyzingly thrilled at the limitless possibilities! I don't even know where to start and I love the potential it encompasses!

I don't know what it is, but there's something about fall that leaves me feeling creative and inspired. This is usually satisfied through indulgence at nordy's annual october lingerie campaign, but this year I was vastly disappointed. How can something as fabulous as fall lingerie (in all of their phenomenal, complexion complimenting jewel toned goodness) not bring immediate and lasting bliss?! If only betsy johnson would come to grips with the fact that hot pink rose bud printed mesh will never again be coveted intimate apparel... Hopefully the holidays will bring more shopping delight, but in the mean time Home Depot and DIY projects may be just what I need to keep my creative bug happily at bay!