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| Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.
1. I love the smell of fresh cracked black pepper, fresh grapes (from the vine), cheeseburgers fresh from the BBQ grill (as in fully cooked), and patchouli.
2. I hate the smell of frying hamburger (in a pan) and wine.
3. I CANNOT handle the powder on marshmallows.
4. I hate the idea of having to smell a fart. As if having to deal with the stench is not bad enough, I automatically think about having to breathe in air that just came from someones butt. Gross.
5. I do not like the term, "I'm not racist or anything." Generally, in my opinion, it is usually followed by a racist statement. If you have to preempt something you're about to say with a disclaimer, maybe you shouldn't say it.
6. I'm fairly certain I'm addicted to McDonald's sweet tea. I think they may add crack cocaine to it. That, or I'm just a heifer.
7. I like candy in phases. For a while it was York Peppermint Patties, then anything gummy, then Raisinets, then Peanut M&Ms, and currently I'm coming off a Zero Bar kick. I do the same thing with chips. Currently I'm coming off a Pizza Combos phase.
8. I hate when people blow their noses in restaurants. I think it is incredibly rude.
9. I have been snowed in at my house for SEVEN days.
10. During those seven days, I started and completely beat TWO games on our xbox 360.
11. My family has always had a lot of pets. They have been mostly rescue animals. The list has included a ferret, a turtle, two ponies, a parrot, hamsters, rabbits, opossums, a pig, geese, ducks, chickens, dogs, and cats.
12. We currently have nine dogs, seven cats, three chickens, two ducks, and a bunny.
13. I have some crazy dreams. I love to tell people about them because they are so ridiculous. I think sometimes it may weird people out that they're in my dreams, so I selectively tell people when I dream about them. For example, I didn't tell someone about the dream I recently had that they were seeing a married women solely because she had a nice butt. It was a funny dream, but would probably be too weird to explain. haha
14. Basically all my cousins on my dad's side of the family have been picked up by the police for doing something wrong. I hold the record for being the youngest. I was four.
15. I only talk to a handful of people from high school. Basically all the ones I talk to now, I didn't talk to in high school. Crazy how life works.
16. I have only hung out with two girls in the last five months. The rest have been guys.
17. I sometimes wish that people were required to take a test to be eligible to vote. Not to swing elections to my viewpoint, but to keep morons from voting. Republican, Democrat, Libertarian, Green Party, Independent, I don't care. Just be informed.
18. I don't understand the term, "liberal media." What does it even mean? I sometimes wonder if it's just thrown around by conservatives who refuse to believe that the world is not a perfect place. As if that even exists.
19. I think I could be happy with dreadlocks. Minus the smell, the pain in my scalp, and having to cut off all my hair when I was finished being happy with dreadlocks. This is why I don't have them. "Happy" is relative.
20. I LOVE getting real mail. In hopes of prompting people to send me real mail, I send notes, cards, etc.. I used to send valentine's day cards (who does that in their 20s?), but I didn't get anything in return, so I boycotted sending them out last year. The jury is still out on this year. I do sometimes get real mail, but only from two people, Pierre and Larry. Larry always draws me pictures with his letters. I LOVE LOVE LOVE getting drawings in the mail. Those are great.
21. I filled out my Christmas cards this year in the middle of the night. I don't drink, but many people have said my equivalent to being drunk is being sleepy. As a result, I wrote all kinds of random things on the cards. From suggesting a sledding trip, to why Batesville is better than New Orleans, to being a preemptive cat lady. I should have known better.
22. I have had a crush on 30 guys in my entire life. I have dated ALL of them. Thanks. Or, I could be lying.
23. I could probably never seriously date a Republican.
24. I don't have a favorite color, but I do not like most shades/tints of purple.
25. A friend and I are always creating Non-Profit organizations. I would love to do that kind of thing full time.
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| I saw the following ad on the side of my myspace homepage:
Now, if that cow is a boy, that is definitely not milk. Though it does
have udders . . . In which case, we may have a cow with an identity
crisis on our hands. Either way, I wouldn't drink the "milk."
In other news, I got my first issue of SPIN, so turns out perverted
"You like it on top" guy from the mall didn't rip me off. Who knew.
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| I had an entire night full of dreams last night. Every time I fell
asleep, I had a dream. It was awesome! I wish I had more nights like
that.
I thought I'd list some highlights.
In the first one, I was at my family's house outside of New Orleans and
there was this massive freaking hurricane coming, but my family had
left. My sister and I were there to ride out the storm with people from
the neighborhood. My family had built this huge retractable dome around
their house to deflect the wind. It was crazy. Some guy that came over
asked me to record my voice for his ring tone. He held the phone up to
me, and told me to say something. I said, "Hello poop poop mcpants
pants." He set that as his ringtone and said I wasn't like other girls.
hahahahaha
I had a dream about having to walk up this HUGE hill to get to a lake at the top for a boat race.
In another dream, I was working back at WUEV. It was with all new
people, and I don't think I was still in college. We were coming up
with fun ways to market the show. I dreamed about having an art show
and working in the studios again. Man, I miss that.
I also dreamed that the government had programmed all people to have
this inability to be able to go to the left when they were supposed to.
I went to this resturant to meet a guy for dinner, and when I got
there, there was this big crowd of people all piled up to a window to
the right of the door. When I walked right through the door on the left
the woman went, "So you're not affected." Then I ran into another
person who could go left. I asked her what was going on. She said, "The
government has implanted coded micro chips in our left wrists, so that
we are unaffected by the can only go to the left thing." I asked her
why and then my mom woke me up! I will never know why I was chosen as
one of the few who was permitted to go to the left!
I also had a dream that I was walking around with my backpack on, and I
passed a window. When I looked at my reflection, I saw that I had a
gnarly mustache. I thought, "Oh. My. Gosh. I forgot to pluck my
freaking stache this morning! I could go buy a razor and shave it, but
I'll have a 5 o'clock shadow before I get to go home!" HAHAHAHA I have
no idea. I editted a picture for your enjoyment.
In everyone of my dreams there was some amazing, good looking guy who
showed interest in me. ha It was never the same one, but there was a
guy in every dream. Seriously? What a random night of dreams. | | |
| Romans 5:a little before 3-5:
"And we rejoice in the hope of the glory of God. Not only so, but we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us."
I think we are let down often when we get our "hopes up." But I guess, true hope does not disappoint. I yearn for true hope.
Two great things I have recently heard in sermons:
1.) We live desperate lives in the hope of not being desperate.
This statement is incredibly true. How often do we let ourselves down? We let our true desires fall to the side because we are afraid of how we will be perceived by others. We do not want to seem desperate after all. We do not go after what we want . . . be it a new friend, a potential job, etc because desperation is so unattractive. All, while at the same time remaining so desperate as to let our shortcomings completely eat up all of our thought processes. We allow ourselves to become exactly what we are aiming to never be.
2.) We are God's plan A. There is no plan B.
How vastly different would our lives look if we really believed this? Maybe when we felt we should wait an extra few seconds to hold the door, stop to help the older gentleman mow his yard, help the young lady who just dropped all her things, smile at a stranger, or give a compliment . . . maybe then we could start to really believe we are plan A. Maybe then, our lives would feel more worth something . . . even if that something is simple. Maybe then, we would not be so desperate . . . trying so hard not to be. If we continually fail at being God's plan, what then?
I love the song Everything by Tim Hughes. The first verse illustrates what I was saying about being plan A.
God in my living
There in my breathing
God in my waking
God in my sleeping
God in my resting
There in my working
Go in my thinking
God in my speaking
The second goes with it as well. Recently things about hurting and healing and forgiving have been hitting me close to home.
God in my hoping
There in my dreaming
God in my watching
God in my waiting
God in my laughing
There in my weeping
God in my hurting
God in my healing | | |
| wow. this hasn't been updated since march! that's crazy!
this weekend, I have been staying at julia's apartment while she's out of town for a wedding. I have been able to spend a nice amount of time alone, play around on her mac, watch movies, order pizza, stay up all night with lights and music, etc. it has been amazing. it's only been two nights and a day, and I am soooooo jealous of julia's life. haha outside of work of course. since I don't know what it's like to actually have a job as a graphic designer.
I went to the mall today with mom and brittany after mom and I went to church, and this random guy came up and asked if he could talk to us for a min. well, I'm pretty sure I got ripped off by said random dude. I "bought" two subscriptions to two magazines. one of which will go to the kids at cincinnati children's. at least I hope they go there. haha anyway this guy was full of high fives and random pick up lines. ha and I'm not talking about the funny pick up lines, I'm talking about the kind of lines from that show the pick up artist.
ie: "are you afraid of heights?" "no." "awesome! so you like it on top! *high five* I like a freak!"
he gave my mom a high five when he found out that she was mine and brittany's mom. he said she did a good job. haha he was also asking why I was single, and if I had any tattoos like my sister. I told him how I drew my sister's sparrow tattoo, and he was all, "nice! *high five* my mom drew my latest tattoo for me!" *hikes up sleeve to show me* it's a skull with pot leaves growing out of the eye sockets and where the nose should be, etc. I go, "your mom drew that?!" "yeah, man. she lives back in california. she grows pot for the government! seriously! she like has a license to do it!"
then a bit later, he had to get out his phone to add 34 and 34. I told him it was 68, when he finished adding it he was shocked I got it right. haha he even had to show me. he said that he had smoked way too much ganja. he asked if I gave good tips for cute guys. then he went on to ask if I was always so nice, or if it was because he was cute. haha I told him i was usually always nice, and he was like, "gee, thanks for saying I was cute." then when he was finished, he insisted on giving me a hug, and as he walked off, he said he'd be back next year to look me up because he liked freaky girls from indiana. haha wow. he told me what hotel he was staying in. I'm not so sure how he got that vibe from me, or if he was just hopeful. haha
wow, how do I attract them? where is my decent, nice guy? haha if I know you, and I'm oblivious, you should just let me know. hahahaha
also, I had a dream the other night, and this guy I knew gave me a poem. he based it around the letters of the word booty, and none of it rhymed. haha it went as follows:
big, beautiful girls
oh, how I like them
so wonderful in my eyes
thighs to dream about
y? because I like a girl with curves.
hahahaha I have no idea. I've had some interesting dreams this week. some of them have been fun though. definitely good dreams. haha
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