New Orleans

Who knew that Benjamin Franklin was such a party guy?! It seems that he got in on Mardi Gras.








I have returned safely from New Orleans, and it was an amazing trip!
I had an excellent time (except for running head on into a tree and falling and getting soaked)

I think I played pretty good for the competition, but I was so nervous, I don't remember what it sounded like. I do know that after Damon (the guitarist for the other band) played a sweet solo the judge came down on him because he played his Gm7 b5 wrong.

and about running into that tree: We were at a rest stop eating lunch. David and a few of the guys were playing with the Frisbee and David called me to play with them. I hopped up and started running for David to throw it to me long, I was running as hard as I could to catch up with the Frisbee and catch. As the Frisbee was coming to me I was running still looking at it (not seeing where I was going!). all of the sudden I hear "Tree!!!" and then WHAM!!!! I ran straight into the tree. I hit the tree and fell down, it knocked the wind out of me bad. I started laughing (as usual) once I got my wind back, everyone thought I was ok because I was laughing. David ran over and one of the guys told him "she's ok, she's laughing" then david said "No! she's hurt! she laughs when she was hurt!". and let me tell you, that was so painful! I tried to hide it though. now it hurts every time I move, or breathe or anything.
I just wish that for all of the pain that I went through, we would have gotten it on video, because I am sure it looked hilarious.

WORD.

I have a mid-term in economics in less than an hour and I decided to put off the studying thing. (who cares about that anyway?)
School has been going well this semester, I am happy to not be taking English, Math, or History (but who wouldn't be?!). Taking 21 hours turned out to be a swifter kick in the pants than I thought it would be. Biology is the main thing getting me at the moment. While I was in class a couple of days ago, to every question mrs. martz would ask my response was a quite "who cares?" of course, the only person who could hear me was Aris, and he just laughed. I enjoy sitting by Aris because he laugh at anything and everything I do. (everyone should have a person like that in their life, it makes you feel like you're humorous) so many times in class I will make off the wall comments and he laughs, I also enjoy putting theme music to our lab days, my friends don't understand the importance of amazing theme music yet. they also don't understand the importance of sound effects. I am teaching them though (it is a slow process). for the days that I am in biology either humming my theme music or making sound effects for the various things I do, it makes me glad that I grew up in a family who like doing the same things. I always think about Sarah when I do those things, I know she would jump in with me, and probably add a dance or something.
I don't know, all in all, school is going well, I am enjoying it.

and now I am going to study for Micro Economics.

Out of the mouth...

"baby dead pig!"

"Mom, if you would just buy me some turkey I would make myself a ham sandwich!"

---Sometimes I can't talk straight.

A party.

A Girl

2 models.

A dance.3 crazies.
2 friends
One amazing night.

No one really cares...unless it is them.

I have been struck with a sad truth over the past few days. Last night as David and I went to Wal*Mart I started to tell him about how the whole incident with Enterprise has been passed on. On Thursday when devastation hit Enterprise the news spread quickly, all over the nation, even some parts of the world (I heard it was in Australia). All day long CNN talked of nothing but of the tornado in Enterprise and somewhere else. It was huge. for like...that day.
I signed on to AOL and on the front headline was the news of Enterprise and the deaths. The next day (friday) the news was on to another subject, how Anna Nichole had a pink covering with gems and feathers on her casket.
When D and I were talking he said he realized the same thing, how when something bad happens to an area, peoples first thought is "how does this effect me". when we are out of harms way, it is easy to pass by those who aren't. With 9/11 came a rush of patriotism, people grieved, and people began to state things like "God bless America!" and put little American flags all over the place. but you know what? within a month or so, even that died down. those of us who didn't suffer an immediate loss (such as losing a family member) picked up with life right where we left off, and didn't look back. Our culture is a sad one.
Where is compassion?

Our culture craves bad news, some news place somewhere once tried to make a newspaper of nothing but good news, it didn't sell though.

It's crazy.

To my adoring fans.

Dear club members:

I am so pleased to know that you are interested in my work. I have spent many years in the profession of song writing, and I am glad that people such as yourselves appreciate it. Currently I have 10 finished pieces, and I truly hope to finish the others in the future.
But knowing how you all love my music, I though I would give you a run down on the process to writing a song, more particularly my songs. so, without further a due, I give you:

My silent picture

What's the story and where did it begin, behind the mystery of finding what's within
You're telling me.
You seem so fake, but who's to really know, isn't it easy to show only one side for all to see

And what are these wordless paintings speaking now, behind the mystery I think somehow they only want to be free from the frames encasing them.

Do you search the lines to really know, the difference in this picture perfect show,
You're killing me.
You're so wrapped all inside yourself, do you notice the pictures on the shelf are fading away, They're fading away.

And what are these wordless painting speaking now, behind the mystery I think somehow they only want to be free from the frames encasing them.

So neglect becomes our weakest point to the masterpieces we don't understand. It's time someone takes a stand and frees the captives from their frames, takes the pictures and gives them names. (Ch)

So, here is how this song came about. I was walking through the house one day and I saw a picture leaning against the wall. I had never really liked this picture and realized that I had stopped paying attention to it through the years to the point where I didn't notice it any longer. I had just been on a retreat and it made me think of how people treat kids like a picture they don't like. and what I mean is this: They don't understand the kids personality, or character, and so they neglect them and pay attention to the ones they do understand. I think when we as humans don't like something it is in us to not pay attention to it if we can't get rid of it. Every person is Gods masterpiece, and it isn't up to us to decide if it is beautiful or not. when we neglect those we don't understand they fade into the background until eventually they fade out completely. my question to the people around me is "what are these wordless paintings speaking now?" who is reaching out to those who are "silent". The words "do you search the lines to really know...." came from me thinking about how if you don't know are and you were to look at a picture, you probably wouldn't be able to pick things out in it, or if you don't know car engines, you probably couldn't tell one from the other. so then I ask "do you search the lines to really know the difference in the picture perfect show..." meaning, do you pay attention to students who put of a 'picture perfect' front and really get to know them? we get so wrapped in ourselves that we neglect very important people. "neglect becomes our weakest point".

And this is a very scatter brained example of how this song came about. I put thought into it. I like the song. Jesus likes the song. and I am sticking it to the man...or something.

Birds eye view

Today as I walked to class I couldn't help but think that from the sky, all of the students walking to class must look like a bunch of cattle. yeah, smoking cattle.

I also realized that out of the two computer labs in the computer building, one is for the crazy people who talk really loud, listen to screaming music, and play video games. and the other is for those who want to take school seriously.
I don't like the lab with the crazy people in it.
right now, they are talking and laughing (driving me insane) about some game or ....oh, south park...isn't that a cartoon? the other thing is... they are allllllll fat. I feel like I'm in some kind of movie. "now you're gonna laugh....oh, it get's funnier." one guy says.. the over weight guy sitting with him is wheezing he is laughing so hard... oh goodness. "oh my god"... the fat guy says as he catches his breath. "my mom would slap me if she heard me listening to this...now this is pushing it". and so the conversation and laughing/wheezing continues....I can't take it any more!