You Stay Classy

I leave tomorrow for San Diego!
-Massive quantities of Chanticleer music.... Check.
-Bubble gum.... Check
-Directions from Laguna Woods to Andy's school.... Check. What else do I need?
Oh, riiiight. Clothes. I guess I should start packing.
Step class, nap time, Math, Sociology, sleep.. then
SAN DIEGO HERE I COME.
Get me outta here!

The Chic Chihuahua

Today at Caroline's, I was reading a few chapters from 1 Kings when an old woman with a flowery moomoo and pigtails came in. She asked Molly if she could bring in her Chihuahua, and went out to her car to get it. She came in with this older dog, as tiny as ever, but the spectacular part about it was that the Chihuahua had a beard! It was incredible.

(Simulation Chihuahua beard.)

Okay so maybe it wasn't that dark, or defined, but the dog definitely had some scruff going on. And it was great.

Air Conditioning and Night Classes

I was looking at my No Shave November pictures from last year and I can safely assume that I probably haven't shaved my legs in two weeks. This summer, showers were such a beautiful, glorious, but rushed thing at camp. I think I just haven't gotten out of that mode, because pruney fingers scare me and shampooing, conditioning, and washing my body can't take more than 10 minutes. Oh riiight. Shaving my legs.. Forgot about that one for quite a bit, huh. So sorry all those people in my classes the last two days that had to bear watching my leg hair stick out of my goose bumps in those freezing classes. I promise next time they will be shaved.. Or I'll just wear pants, depending on my laziness.

Question of the blog:
Do you participate in No Shave November?

...Sucky!

I decided that I need to wait a week or so before buying this camera. What I do know is that I have the money, and I'm going to buy a D40x. But my current life situation makes me too nervous and stressed out to think about a camera right this moment. With that being said..

San Diego plans are a-changing. I know I will make it down there, but I'd rather have people drive down with me. So here is a general announcement-

If you live in the Nevada County area and/or you are in between NC and San Diego, and want to join me for the drive down there and back up, I'd be willing to pick you up and drop you off wherever. I'm leaving early Friday morning and will be coming home Monday early afternoon. I'll take you down and bring you back up if you could help out with gas money. I will be busy all weekend but if you have people to see and places to go and somewhere to stay at night, I'm willing to take you to your San Diegan destination at those two times. Please contact me asap if you are interested.

Wake Up! Feel How Good It Is To Be Near Such A Thing.

Today I start my first class of my Sophomore year. Weird.
While my boyfriend was still in town, we made a delicious summer salad. Yesterday I recreated it almost to the T and it was so good. Perfectly summery, fresh and light. Romaine and baby spinach, sliced strawberries. Cranberries, walnuts, and feta cheese (my ultimate favorite). Annie's Raspberry vinaigrette and there you have it, the prettiest most lovely summer salad in the world. When Andy and I made it together, we also added tomatoes which was delicious as well. I dare you to try it.

Question of the blog:
Student or not, what are you most excited for about this semester?

Computer Biznatch.

Point one is this:
My computer has been giving me the blue screen of total rejection. And honestly, it makes me quite angry.

Point two:
Of course, it is a minor inconvenience when things like Mozilla Firefox will randomly close for no reason, but I secretly love it because then I get this cutesie little notification from them. "Well, this is embarrassing." Firefox, you redeem yourself every time when you say this.
(Just sayin'... I found this image on Google. I hate Twitter and do not have a Tweet nor do I Twit other people's Tweets [correction. sorry about the accidental vulgar word.])

Can You Paint With Alllll The Colors Of The Winddd

I was thinking about photography today, as I sat by the river and looked around me.


Sometimes little pictures flash in my mind, so I take a photograph.


I feel such a connection to photography because it is sort of like a display of how I view those little snapshots in my brain.


I wouldn't count myself a great photographer, but I find such passion in the hobby and pleasure in the result because I feel as though I have learned to recreate how I view things sometimes.


That is where I think good photography comes from- the soul of yourself.


So that's why I'm passionate about the photographs I take, because in them I feel like I can recreate that little bit of heaven I see in everything.


And I think that everyone has the ability to find heaven in the things around them. Whether it's photography or not, recognizing and capturing that beauty is important.


Seeing the heaven around you, recognizing it, capturing it. And sharing it with others, in hopes of opening their eyes to see that God is all around us and the beauty he has created on earth is just a glimpse of what is to come.

Question of the blog:
I love photography, but I will admit it: I'm awful at black and white photography! I think it's because when I have those little mental snapshots, I imagine them with such vivid color and contrast, I can't take that away in my photography. Another weird thing about me, is that I almost always dream in black and white. So my questions for you is, 1. Do you prefer black and white or color photography? and 2. Do you dream in black and white or in color?

Mere Faith: Raised On Holidays

I met a nice man today at work (I worked at Caroline's today. First time working at little store in over a year). I didn't catch his name, so we will just call him Bulgariaman. As I was making drinks for him and his surely high maintainance girlfriend (or at least what I got from her phone call to him), he saw I had been reading Mere Christianity. After a bit of small talk about The Chronicles of Narnia and such, he asked if I was religious. I explained I was raised in a Christian household and that my dad was an Anglican priest. When I was around 17 I experienced much religious freedom and was given the opportunity to decide for myself. I chose Christianity anyways.
I asked Bulgariaman about his faith, and he said, "I was raised... Confused." He explained that his mom was Catholic and his father was Jewish, so he was raised with both religion's holidays. "Then they both said, 'eff it,'" Bulgariaman said, "and we all stopped altogether. Now, if anything, I'm probably Buddhist.. But I don't know any of the sayings or anything."
Okay.?
I finished his drinks, he paid for them and proceeded to the door. "Have a nice day," I said, just like I say to everyone. "You too," Bulgariaman replied, still standing there. I said I'd see him around but he replied with "I'm heading back to Bulgaria, so if you're around in a year I'll see you around!"
It truly makes me sad to hear about situations like his family. Faith has to be the single most important thing in my life, and I can't imagine failing my child like that, making him think that his faith is reduced to mere holidays and an "eff it" point of view. I will not fail the family of my future like that.