Together,

We'll Be Okay.

roadtrip therapy

Yesterday Miss Sassy & I had another successful roadtrip.
Aroung 2:00 AM the night before we realized we had nothing to do with our saturday so why night travel to Young Harris, Georgia to watch our friends play tennis. We both had a week from hell so whenever that happens we find it very therapeutic to run away. So that's what we did.

We started the trip off with a caramel frappuccino, a white chocolate mocha and coffee cakes. We spent the entire 4 hours talking about every aspect of life. Family problems, dreams, death, school, hiking, God, world issues, the weather, boys, etc.

We make it to the college in what seemed like 20 minutes. Trying to find the tennis courts we roam/tour the campus and then... After talking to Jake in the art building, a proffesor, two parents watching a baseball game, a police officer, a random student (looked like a golfer), gas station workers and thad & 2 of his friends...we learn that the match is about 15 minutes at a nearby highschool. No biggie, we had time to kill, so we just spent it meeting some new peeps and finally arrive at the match a little late.

Our next 4-5 hours was spent being confused about tennis lingo, watching the boys, and trying to ignore the cold.

Game Over. We won. On the road again. Stopped at Zaxby's. On the road again. Sister driving. Not paying attention. Wrong turn. Thought we were in North Carolina. Thought we were in Atlanta. Thought we were in Tennessee. Got detoured. Passed the same town 7 times. Lost for 2 hours. Freezing Fog! Gassed up 4 more times. Make it home hours later. Pass out in bed.

Great Carefree Day.
One of  our best roadtrips thus far.

Listening to Three Legged Fox

the day i didnt get out of bed

I want to be writing a poem about the person who gives me butterflies while sitting on a giant rock by the river. I want to be jumping on my parents trampoline in 90 degrees weather. I want to be waiting in a line of O.A.R. fans ready to race for front row. I want to be driving aimlessly with my sister, listening to "summertime" by sublime, no map, windows down. I want to be "that girl" again. I want to dress like a hippie everyday. I want to be sitting in bed with Nicole along with a gallon of ice cream, chips and salsa, cookie dough & cheese watching House. I want to be smoking mango hookah with my best girlfriends at the river around midnight, just us and 4 candles. I want to be buying a stack of books at books a million. I want to be sneaking back into the house at 5:00 AM. I want to be dancing on stage. I want to be hemping on the beach. I want to be showering in the rain at bonnaroo.

You were good to me Summer 2009.

Listening to 311, Pepper, Bob Marley & Ben Harper

communication

something we are lacking

vent/words for peeps

Dude,
don't talk crap about me,
proceed to show your face in my house,
act like we are best buds,
and then talk more crap.

Dude #2,
you messed up
i don't trust you

Dudes 3, 4, 5,
grow up.
that's all

Miss Sassy & M Slice,
step up

I have never lost my cool like I did last night. And I hope I never do again. But dang... that was not cool. not cool. Sorry to everyone that got caught up in my temper tantrum, that was not the right way to handle things.

i always forget

People Lie.
Friendships Die.
Never Get Attached.

to him:

Not really sure why we don't talk anymore. I'm assuming it is my fault somehow. But I have alot of things on my mind right now that I wish I could tell you. Like how much you inspire me and other ramblings. I often wonder if I still cross your mind. Because I am reminded of you everyday by things like this stupid dinosaur on my computer and waking up after an insane dream that I want to interpret. Yes, I miss seeing you. Yes, I crave your words. But this must be right. This is where we are supposed to be. 
You once wrote about how you would one day become only a memory. I never believed it, until now.

these are words i need to say to him. words i think about every night. words that i will never be able to say so they came bursting out on here. make sense of them as you feel.

"Bless Your Heart"

Is this really just an expression of empathy? Or is it just southerners trying to be polite when they really want to say something rude? "Awh look at that poor lady trying to jog around the track, bless her heart."
Any nasty remark sounds better with a "bless your heart" follow up. "Your life sucks, bless your heart."
Be thankful next time someone tells you "bless your heart," at least they still care enough to follow up with it!

Take It Easy

6 months ago I was a different girl.
6 months ago I had a fiance.
6 months ago I lived with my parents.
6 months ago I worked 40 hours a week.
6 months ago I did not know how to "go with the flow."
6 months ago I had never touched alcohol.
6 months ago I did not have an open mind.
6 months ago I knew exactly where my life was going.

During these 6 months, yes, I have lost more of my innocence but I have gained experience. And with true knowledge and understanding I have changed my perspective. No longer am I on the fast track, I'm takin' it easy. Why rush through college, work for the man, get married, spend all your money on diapers, and then look back and only remember yourself stressing to get ahead? Now I have a life goal to live free. I want to experience all the good and bad life has to offer. Forget my planner, instead I want to live for the moment. Less work, more play. No more saving 80% of my paycheck, let's go buy some liquor and zaxby's! Goodbye relationships, hello independance. I don't no where my life is headed, no worries, I'm enjoying the ride and takin' it easy.

Thank you  Bonnaroo for channeling my inner peace child years ago. Mind, body and soul- all open for new experiences.

7 minutes

Today I watched the snow fall in a coffee shop.
I was sinking into the huge cushioned chair that sat in a corner of peaceful isolation, as my mind drifted away from the day's worries. Listening to the mellow music, I pretended like I was in one of those collectable snow globes. The smell of the strong coffee filled my nose and became the only thing keeping me from escaping to the land of dreams. 
I needed this moment to myself. I would stay longer and enjoy the self hypnosis therapy but 7 minutes was all I could spare from my day...

Happy Valentine's Day World

My Best Friend, Ever.

Lillie Kate.

Feeling Down?

I'm sharring some laughter.
maybe this will help, click here!
Cheer Up!

alone

Finally. It has happened. And it feels so good. I'm sure I feel almost as a junky does when he gets his fix after a long sober week. My mind is rejuvenated and my body has energy. Some people feed off of others and get energy from socializing, not me. People actually exhaust me. Day after day they have been here. But finally I'm alone. Just me and my thoughts and at the moment I'm on this amazing "free your mind" high.

Listening to: Copeland

BONNAROO

This years' lineup came out today and I cant stop thinking about past trip experiences & how this year will go. I wish I were packing up to leave tomorrow. But sadly I'm not...I have class, then work, then homework and repeat. I should really go to bed. More to come on Bonnaroo later. Chow!

Picture taken at Bonnaroo 08'

Listening to: Beach House

my goodness i miss you

"there are a few things i need to say
like how i miss the way your head fits between my shoulder and chest. how no matter how mad at you i ever get i cant stay mad. how all i want to do is look into your eyes and tell you how much you still mean to me. i want to waste an entire day just laying in bed with you watching crap on tv. i want to slow dance with you. i want you to try and give me chocolate even though i dont want it. and most of all i want rub your shoulders. "

Hey, let's just be honest...

Life is messy. We all make mistakes. Sex is better in the middle of the night. You don't really know what you want. I hold grudges. Little white lies do a fanstaic job at covering up the truth. The truth eventually comes out. Friendships die. Tomorrow is waiting. Go for it.

Listening to: mix made by J. Harvie

Last Night

Telling Lies.

Being Artistic.

Kissing Girls.

Giggling.

Telling Secrets.

Bad Dancing.

1,000 Lovers

“I soon knew where every painting in Europe could be found and I managed to get there, even if I had to spend hours going to a little country town to see only one.”

“They depicted people making love in various positions, and of course I was very curious and wanted to try them all out myself.” - Peggy Guggenheim

 

Born in New York.
Moved to Venice.
Predominant  Interests: Art & Sex
I want to live a legendary life like Peggy.
Today, I am adding her book,Confessions of an Art Addict, to my wish list.

February, the month of love

Everyday is full of love and romance. Go find it and capture the moment. Memories made of intimacy.





Photo by Hannah

"Remember How Strong You Can Be."-CHB

I Wish I Could Hold Your Hand Right Now...

Word Vomit

Today at work I told a  customer "good luck with your daughter's c section."
Instead of feeling any embarrassment,
I just accept that word vomit is a part of life.
And go on about my day.
Kinda like wimpy handshakes.
No one likes getting them.
But you know one day it is bound to happen to you.

Create Your Universe

Perception is Reality by K.B.

Reality.make it what you want
make it what you wish
it's all your perspective
and your fault if you miss

There is much to life that will you pass you by
gaining experience only happens if you try
life does not come from video screens and books
life happens when you stop and take the time to look

words of wisdom are far and few between
please perfect your perspective of reality
and keep your eyes off the tv screen

Don't Forget About Me Please

nicole

Lately I've been struggling with keeping myself on the right track. My relationship with God is not where it should be. I'm falling in temptation again and again. And I'm not being the kind of example I should be to my sister and friends. The world is just pulling me down. But luckily God has placed people in my life like Nicole to pull me back on the right track. She and I met at a christain summer camp and ended up living together in college. Now she is one of my best friends that I truely admire. Classy, full of life, compassionate, she is Nicole. Pulling me onto the straight path- holding my hand until I'm steady on my feet again.