Bitter Taste

One bitter taste clandestine to the naive.

One bitter taste to trap the gullible.

One bitter taste to feed the proud.

One bitter taste to scar the weak.

One bitter taste to deceive the clever.

One bitter taste to weight the burden.

One bitter taste to shatter the broken.

One bitter taste to mock the worthless.

One bitter taste to engrave the future.

One bitter taste to jinx the cursed.

One bitter taste to mute the sweet.

One bitter after taste to poison the love.

One sweet aftermath to cure the above.

Trust me that your tacent tongue tells the tales

Of the despair

you wish I would wear.

You fabulist,

your false

fables

fail.

You kinchin

I kermerade,

“I care”

This candescent case of canter you create

There’s no

sanative,

we have to

sejugate

You matted the map we had made and

will miss

“Thank you for showing me what life really is”

Divide

The Fragrance of your poison is sweet

Your heart is scattered

Divide.



Your fingers un-gloved by the helpless love

As your life unfolds to the mistreated

defeat

The doors miss your quiet escape

The silent street

Beauty doesn’t lie, your features are fake.



Moonlights own path covered your

fight

But my dear your still here

Vengeance is mine

The silent scream from your scattered he art did divide.

Dear Superman

Dear Superman,

I miss you when your presence is absent because of your duty. However I sit here, awaiting your return. I am looking forward to seeing you when you fly through that door. The same proud smile you always wear after a days work, however I have noticed recently that the smile has been forced due to the so many tragic events you have been witnessing every day. You fly high, though you are incredibly weighted down…

You asked me to tie your cape, this I attempted without question. It’s something you could easily do yourself but I wanted to tie it as a symbol of support. It was so difficult to weave the fabric into a knot when I knew as soon as it was tightened, faster then a speeding bullet,

You would be gone…

But for the sacrafice of others around you, I cannot be selfish. So I pray your life is protected as you fly, I pray you are not gone long, I pray you return in the health you left, but I know there will never be a way to escape the tragedy and sins of this world.

I have something I must tell you. You are only one Man. Even you cannot be everyones hero, though you try. Your God given abilities were not given to save us all, that has already been done. Don’t lose your sight. It worries me to see you in such pain.

I Urge you, Turn to God. He will guide you in your heroics of your day. Your goal must be focused on fulfilling the purpose that God gives you each day, in His name.

Don’t let this world be your kryptonite.

Isaiah 40: 28-31:
Do you not know?
Have you not heard?
The LORD is the everlasting God,
the Creator of the ends of the earth.
He will not grow tired or weary,
and his understanding no one can fathom.
29 He gives strength to the weary
and increases the power of the weak.
30 Even youths grow tired and weary,
and young men stumble and fall;
31 but those who hope in the LORD
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint.

Soar like an eagle, love, Trust in Him and find your strength. Run and never tire.

With all my love,
Your Girl

Ps. Batman called, he said you stool robins tights…this has be concerned for a number of reasons, but we will talk about that when you get here…

babble

It's been awhile since i posted anything. This wont be a piece of writing. just my thoughts and day. so keep reading if your interested, but don't expect anything organized.
I went apple picking today, but i use this term quietly because all the apples were gone and we ended up at the corn maze. It was a little like belvedeer plantation...like its little brother, or like alex put it "Its retarded cousin"

I left early and am about to leave to have dinner with my grandfather. He is probably my favorite person in the world =] and im excited. But i havent done school today and might be pulling a all nighter...i need to get organized...

I really need to clean my room...

Cry for Escape (a life moment)

There are some situations you can't escape, places you want to leave and you cant for the sake of others.
Why is it we cry out for help so often? why do we feel bad for ourselves and ask for help when we really don't want it?
Being humans we run from our problems, the packed bag begging for attention, the eager feet waiting for their cue?
since i was nine i found myself at the front door with my hand pressed against the glass, plotting my escape.
I don't know what i would do if my call for help was answered, i just know i need it.
I don't know what i would do if i got my escape, i just know i need it.

Then the question appears as in fog as you breath on the glass,

"do you really need it? or should you be the one to do the rescuing?"

Do i need to be protected? or am i just like every other girl, begging to be saved from problems that just aren't important.

am i just a like every girl screaming inside for the knight to show up, but insists I'm fine and try to rescue myself?
Why do we mask these cries with a plead not to worry, and hope they'll not see through our own shield, and even worse, why do we fall asleep when our pleading works.

without the answers i refuse to be my own hero and walk back up the stairs, leaving the crime scene, with the knowledge that in a few moments I'll be the criminal who left my fingerprints on the door....

By the Red of his Cape she walks with wings

The wall that is gravity cut her seams

Ragged, The torn cape in the corner sings

Too far to hear the fabrics desperate screams


Waiting for her hero to make the rescue

Break through the chains keeping her from flight

However, He cant, she never flew.

He battles his own, to her ties she must fight.

His presence alone defeats her purpose
The feathers on her back would be worthless.

His cape is torn, he can’t leave the ground,
Her wings can’t stretch, they’re worn, they’re bound.

Fighting through Fiction

I battle myself so often on when i should work on my book and when i feel like hiding from it.

But i have decided to finish it.

i will be posting updates as i work. the title for it has been undecided for more then a year, i pray as i work God will inspire me with the name i should give it.

Tomorrow i will go to the library and pick up a book to help me organize it and i will begin working at least an hour a day to finish it as soon as possible.

i love these characters and the work that has been put in. and i LOVE working on it...i have just been stuck

but im fighting

and im going to break through

Loyalty, Betrayal and Deciet

Iv been stuck between two areas in my life. one area i submit to and its always pushed me down but taught me valuable lessons. I have learned loyalty, trust, and most of. i have learned the skill of deceit. i am an actress on the stage and off it. its something that was trained into me, i find myself slipping into one of my many characteristics for certain people. Unable to replace that. but most of all, iv learned the skill of loyalty when betrayed. and in that. iv become protective of the area that has been both loyal and lying.

The space in my life on the other side is a fight worth losing. A fight that wont give in and forces me to lose my mind. I try training this life but its trains me, it beats me down. It can tear me down with only a few words, its mind believes itself to be without fault. but everyone around it is a monster and a sinner, including me. my eyes can see deceit without evidents. i've seen every trick played, i know every loop hole and every door out. I know when there is something hidden. I can smell manipulation and back handed comments. and i know when there is a lie,because iv been trained to, because iv done and defended and protected. But i can't stop it. I have seen it. i have heard it but i must at times let it tear me down.

I wont face an area in my life at times.
To one i feel as though i have no choice but to submit to loyatly, for the other, i block out of my mind when i cannot handle. it believes it knows more then me,but it is nieve and proud, and i as hard as i try, i cannot warn what wont listen.

But truth is...
I love it
I love them so much <3

They are the Walking Dead, Next in Line to Lay in That Bed

The white paneled floor glides me through the florescent hallways that never seem to end. My heart beat gains speed with my feet as I turn another corner.
“This way!” my uncle cries as he dodges people, almost tripping over a young girl in a wheel chair. I try my best to keep his pace, running into people with balloons and an old lady. My brain feels numb, the only order it gives me is “follow your uncles footsteps” and I obey. I’m not sure but I think I hear an angry shout from a nurse “Slow down! No Running!” but it doesn’t matter. We’re here. My uncle runs into the small hospital room and embraces my weeping aunt. My heart drops, I know the feeling of da ja vu all to well. It sinks as I stare. All that’s left of my family is in this room. My little brother lay unconscious on the hospital bed, a gash in his head and his only arm in a cast.

I want to shout his name aloud, to prove I’m still strong enough to speak “Ryan!” I want to run up and sit by his side. But I find my brain won’t give me any more orders. My feet are frozen, pleading to become part of the cold tile floor. After what feels like hours my brain gives me one instruction “Deep breaths Nicole”. My uncle’s voice takes the place of my abandoned brain. I’m handed a small Styrofoam cup of tap water and told to sit. I don’t obey. I don’t drink. I watch my limp little brother, feeling almost as helpless as he is.
The precious life that is Ryan will turn out to be no more then a piece in the game. I don’t need to look over at the small hospital bedside table to know the kiss of death is awaiting my attention. But I do anyway. My eyes lock on the rose, and my stomach turns. I grip my mouth trying not to throw up. I feel the arms of my uncle grab me, its then I realized I went faint. “Nicole, we should get you home”
“No” I say to my guardians. I don’t want to leave Ryan. The hospital became no more the coffin my loved ones were brought to. The slaughterhouse that they sleep peacefully in before…No. I won’t leave. If he dares to touch Ryan he will have to go through me. The thought brings me to my knees again.
“Nicole!”
I don’t know why they try. I love them so much for taking care of my brother and I, but their no better off then he is. They are the walking dead. Next in line to lie in that bed, beside the single rose. They must know that. I want to scream at them for being so stupid. For sticking by me. I want them to get on a plane and leave. But I need them. I don’t want to be alone with this. My eyes break with tears as I fall weeping.

I don’t want to be alone with him.

The thought eats at me constantly. I know they will pay for my selfish need for their company with their lives. But without Ryan my purpose for living is gone. Will he risk that? In his sick game will he allow it to end or will he let me end it with my life?

He saved me twice from myself, and once from an accident. No, it won’t be that easy. My shaking hands lift myself off the floor and I take my seat by my little brothers bed, my eyes locked on the rose. I sit frozen, I wonder if I’m even breathing. my icy hands shake.
I sit in shock, waiting for the hunter to claim his kill.

Playground. (A nightmear)

Who decides the rules that lay inside each dream? Who is the caretaker of the playground? Who calls the shots and rings the bells? Who plays the first move in the game I am thrown into every time my eyes shut?

These are questions going through my head as I walk down the long dirt path, lined with wooden cages. A man introduces me as Marie to the game. He guides me down the hall as barks and bowls ring in my left ear. The snarls are all part of the round. Were almost at the end of the path when he stops me.

“Run” he smiles at me as he pushes a button on the wall. The wood begins to shake as I bolt back down the way we came, the anxious snarls of the impatient wolves hit against the fence. They rise higher; I feel a snap at my ankle but keep running. I look around for weapons. I have nothing but a large key in my pocket. The wolves are out and they chase me. I lose most of them but one is on my tale as I turn the corner; into a room that resembles something of a barn. I turn to face the wolf “Marie” it whispers, ready to pounce. I clench the key in my hand. I hear the bell of round one and my heart stops. I have to kill one and then move on.

The wolf jumps as I roll; it lands on its back. I lung at with my key, jumping on it. “Where is your heart?!” I scream already knowing its placement. I lung the key into its chest, but miss its heart. Suddenly the room changes along with the beast, it grows smaller and loses it monstrous features. I’m sitting with my youngest sisters blood all over my hands. She gasps for air. The reality that she won’t live hits me hard. But I missed her heart and now she will die slowly. I want to pick her up and run, but the rules of the game are indented into my head. They wont let me make a move that is not permitted. I work against my will as I lift the key again. My entire body is begging to not do this but I plunge the key into her heart and she goes still.

Snarls approach the corner of the room, I’m already on my feet, not daring to take the key with me, or even look at my sister. What was next? Would I have to fight each of these beasts only to discover they are my loved ones? Would I kill each of my sisters followed by people I care about?

I run. I’m chased. I hear the bell ring again as I approach a dead end. I’m expected to try and kill this one as well. To reveal who it is that’s hunting me. I face the predator and I know the eyes, the dark fur. It growls at me as I back up against the wall. I won’t fight. There is a knife that appears at my feet.

No.

I dodge around the large beast, only getting my arm slit in process, darting for the door. The man that walked me down the hall stops me

“This is not how we play.” He pushes me back towards the wolf. And throws me a weapon of some sorts. I ponder lunging into his chest. He smiles, reading my mind. I try dodging around him but he grabs me again. This is a level I wont get by without a fight. “Do you want to be disqualified?” He spits at me.
“Yes!” I plead. He takes the weapon from my hand. “Fine, you lose” he walks away as the door shuts and I’m left with the monster.

My mind follows the man, holding the blade as he walks away from the locked door. The echo of snarls spreads a smile across his face. He taps along the cages of the wolves that wont get to play and the screams behind him stop.

August 23rd, 1:51 Earthquake VA

Yea so today i was sitting in my room, chatting, posting on Tumblr when my room started shaking. It came out of nowhere...my days this past week have been routine. and normal. nothing off about this. so when i say this shocked me you can take the irony =]

I sat up and tried to keep balance as my world rocked. I flashed back in a milla second and knew exactly what was happening. The idea that it was a nuclear attack hit several people (just shows how often stuff like this happens...)I stood in my room. knowing there was nothing i needed to take. but not wanting to leave. i heard the sound of my mothers door open and i ran to mine, catching the door frame for balance. she said "Everyone outside!" we ran down stairs. it was then that i relized i had my laptop. i saw my sister and dog sitting outside already but had the panicked attack that star migh still be inside. i was ready to run back in when my mom grabbed my arm and said "Stars out here." We all walked outside, clueless as to what to do next. i saw our neighbors "Are you alright?"
they nodded. My mom had instructed we go check on a neighbor across the street when she came running outside. another neighbor outside of our circle came out "Was that a earthquake?!" he said excited fallowed by a "WOOOO!!!" i sat down in the grass, as exciting as the events were i wasnt really sure were to go from here. would their be more? i new one thing. i had to get ahold of superman. i ran back into my room which seemed uninviting and grabbed my phone. but the cell phones weren't working. i opened the laptop i had and called him through Gmail. explaining the current events. he hadn't felt a thing. most likely he was flying to high to notice anything off =]
he found it all amusing. I'm scared that it will happen again. i'd feel alot better if superman were here.

I know todays small tremor wasnt anything very big other then making new records.
Im still shaken up by the change that it puts in the air. the uneasy feeling that any second it could hit and this time be damaging.

"Though the mountains be shaken and the hills be removed, yet my unfailing love for you will not be shaken nor my covenant of peace be removed,” says the LORD, who has compassion on you." - Isaiah 54:10 <3

Lost in Time (a Nightmare from last night)

“I’m sorry, today is just very crazy, would you mind going home?” the mother had asked me as the kids ran around the room. I had wondered if my father had been speaking to her, if they had been hoping that her son and I would spend less time together.
I respected her, and would obey her wishes. I had just driven 5 hours to be there and looked at my watch, I had just gotten. It had a button that would switch the time zone, so I could always see what time it was for him in Philly… 12:12. I could make it back before it even starts getting dark.
I walked into the next room and hugged him. It was always hard letting go but I managed to tear my self away “I’ll see you soon” he nodded in agreement, his face lightening the mood with a famous smile that consumed his face. Our hands broke apart and the door shut behind me.

I had this weird feeling about leaving “just a few more…minutes” my mind told me “stay, you have time.” I didn’t want to disobey the wishes of his parents so I left. I got into my car and began to drive, trying to keep my eyes from tearing up “you will see him again” I told myself.

It was snowing so all the roads had been fairly empty; there was very little traffic. As I drove onto the highway, I noticed there was no traffic in the oncoming lane as well; in fact there were no cars at all. Along with a very small amount of cars that drove along side me, things began increasing as we went over the bridge, out of Philly and into Baltimore.

I pulled over at a motel my sister had been staying at. She was visiting some friends and I had planned to pick her up the next day but came a bit early. She hugged me and dragged me inside. We sat down in the dim room and talked for maybe 6 minutes before I wondered if the time had changed. I didn’t know there was a time change between Baltimore and Philly…. but it felt like there was. I looked down and pushed the small time lapse button on my watch.

Philly time appeared within seconds. Snow had covered the inside of my watch to show the season and the arrow had stopped at 1:00. All the other hours had jumped off. 12 stood. But all the other times were missing 2, 3, 4, est. they were all gone. My chest tightened. I didn’t know how I knew but my mind figured it out before I could make sense of the senseless. For some reason Philly was gone. Destroyed. Time had stopped there and it would never reach 2.

Since we were driving back in time I looked down at my watch and switched it back to the time I was in 12:45. I grabbed my sister’s arm and told her to start typing in our address into the GPS. If we drove fast we would be losing time. I should have stayed. I should have stayed just a little while longer, to had been in the same place, but now I wasn’t with him anymore. I had my sister who was someone I had to keep safe. My mind was heavy and the tears blurred my vision made it difficult to focus on what was next. I wanted so badly to wait for the clock to strike 1 in Baltimore. I felt assured that if she weren’t with me, I would have. We began running out to our car when a man stopped us. He was wearing a black coat and held a knife. “You can’t leave”
“I want to go back” the truth of my thoughts had escaped my throat, even though I was planning to move forward, I wanted oh so baldy to go back. He glared at me as I pulled my sister behind me protectively. “There is no back. You can’t travel back in time. You can only move forward” His eyes seemed to pop from his face as he spoke, emphasizing certain words and waving the knife around.

“Then let us go that direction,” I said pointing to be we was gesturing.
“No” he blanketed the statement, as he swung his knife, it slashed across my right arm.
“That was a step forward! No more steps!”
I knew his intentions and so did my sister as she dodged around me and headed for the car, he turned to her confuse. For another moment time had moved forward in a current of events. I didn’t let the opportunity pass as I lunged on our distracted attacker.
“You want time to stop?“
I asked, lodging his own knife into his chest “done”
Chills ran up my spine as I stumbled backwards “We have to go” my sister uttered. I knew this. I got up and walked into the car. My vision grew even foggier with every mile. Finally, we reached the bridge. It towered over about a mile of water and would bring us so close to home. But half way across it was blocked off. A giant van of people refused to let anyone go by. We had to get off and move. I was careful to stay away from the edge of the bridge. We would die the moment we hit the water, it would be like falling on concrete. I walked up to the people on the bridge. “Let us pass, please”
“Let me see your hand” the man asked. I stretched out my arm and revealed my hand. It was still bleeding from the earlier attack. “You don’t exist. Jump off the bridge.”
“Excuse me?” I said. “Listen, we just came from Philly and we were attacked in Baltimore-“
“You came from where?” he interrupted
“Philadelphia” I said as his eyes showed no recognition. “There is no such place” he shook it off and began ignoring me.
My head was spinning as I grabbed his arm “Please!” I pleaded, “I just left my boyfriend and his family there”
He looked down at me, showing no pity “they don’t exist, now do what’s best for all of us” he directed me to the edge of the bridge, I saw my sister as well be brought aside me. I looked down at the choppy water, the waves seemed so small from this height. The wind thrashed my hair in different directions. I wish I could fly. “There’s no time like the present,” I whispered to myself. No. I wouldn’t, not like this.
“Go on now, your wasting what little time I have”
“No”
“Its time for you to go. He doesn’t exist…so what’s the point?”
“If he doesn’t exist and I don’t exist then…exactly, what is the point?”
“Enough” he said picking me up and throwing me over the edge.

“Hello?” my tired voice creaked from my newly awakened throat.
“Hey beautiful” the other end of my phone rang. What perfect timing I thought in the whiplash of waking up from the nightmare
“Were you still asleep?” he asked
“Yea…I must have slept in really late,” I thought looking around for a clock
“No, its only 9:30, still in the single digits! You still got time!” he said in a joyful voice.
“Yea…. I do”
How about that…I thought
It felt like id been gone for days, funny how dreams have a way of…losing you in time.

Writers Block

I'm writing a book, but not alone, or i wasn't. i had a co-writer, a partner.
Sadly as of lately there hasnt been much communication or effort so i have been going at it alone.

i suffer from writers block...

luckily superman flew in and gave me subject titles and i got writing again...

It's time to make coffee....

(thanks for pushing me forward)

I honestly didn't want to act surprised when i heard the knock at my door, followed by the deep voice of my father.
i held tight to johnny, the guitar that i had been strumming in order to pass time, and avoid the conversation i knew we were about to have. He ordered me to put down my comfort blanket. I gently placed johnny besides me when my eyes locked on my fathers He sat down on my bed and began to speak. He spoke to me contently, despite his devastating words. it was difficult to answer his requests as my vision blurred and my voice had hidden itself deep inside me.

"do you understand?" He asked as he stood up.

My words left at the first sight of danger and my voice had abandoned me. i nodded in response as he left.

The Dance of the Doubtful Doll

My painted smile tells of no bright lies.
I gather the dust as aspiring friends,
The strings are pulled; on my limbs there are ties
My rags are torn and in need of a mend.

Breathing life and tugging on the thin rope,
My cold wooden body will never fall.
For durations of time I feel some hope.
Proudly sings the dance of the doubtful doll.

I go limp as you lay me back to rest,
My tears molten my own fragile being.
This tarnished toy, this show, for which you jest,
Has more then a sad face, she has meaning.

Oh Lord! Why are we so blinded by sight?
Give this poor tarnished doll her strength to fight.

Frozen Solumn

Where’s the comfort in that beautiful face?
Far from my eyes and close to my dull heart,
Pounding at the gate to which I’m encased.
In search for the key, to what fell apart?

A smile that shames the brightest white pearl,
Is stuck on me, a cold frost bitten mass.
Reminding me: I’m not a frozen girl,
While I die through the solid frosted glass.

Courage and bravery shines through your eyes.
I look first to him and he looks to God.
You wont let me fall into the world’s lies.
He wont give up, he’ll break through my façade.

What a cold and murky solid column,
Don’t worry for me, I’m frozen solemn.

I am the Vine and you are the Branches

"Lord I give my life
A living sacrifice
To reach a world in need
To be Your hands and feet

So may the words I say
And the things I do
Make my lifesong sing
Bring a smile to You"

As i was doing my devotions today this song was playing in the back round. its casting crowns "may my life song sing for you"

it seemed to fit with the theme of my devotions (even though they didnt seem to relate at all...)
My devotions were on the Fruits of the spirit.

Love, joy, peace, patients kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self control. All nine of these must remain together, not one can be missing. this is how the song related...its hard to follow all of these and not devote every bit of your life to God. Giving your life to God, and obeying this list.

"fruit" is often describe in the bible as a persons spiritual walk with God. If someone is spiritually dead, they have rotten fruit.

"Either make the tree good and it;s fruit good, or make the tree bad and it's fruit bad, for the tree is known by its fruit." Mathew 12:33

"Remain in me, and I will remain in you. No branch can bear fruit by itself; it must remain in the vine. Neither can you bear fruit unless you remain in me." John 15:4

"Filled with the fruit of righteousness that comes through Jesus Christ, to the glory and praise of God" Philippians 1:11

So what kind of fruit have you been showing in your daily life?

Christmas in July

Last night i went to a Christmas Party =] on July 25. It was exciting. The house was decorated and Christmas music was blaring from the basement. We exchanged gifts and then the rest of the night contained the enjoyable humiliation of Glee Karaoke....This went to about 4 in the morning. no one really went to bed. i had Supermans hoodie and a santa clause hat that i took and somehow managed to fall asleep underneath the Christmas tree...

With all this to say it was a eventful evening.

we slept in til 12 and then i rushed home. i have to get to work. 32 coloring pages must be finished by august 1 for my job. so this artist is confined to her room. Drawing Away! Blogging and missing Superman....

which reminds me

i need to mail back his phone....

Home at Last

Well before i post part Two of that crazy story ill just post an update

i just stepped off of a plane. I was in MN for my sisters SECOND wedding reception and i am very glad to say...this wedding is finally over =]

while i was there i went to the overwhelming mall of America and began to read the hunger games...They inspired me in some ways but thats another story for another post...

I got home. Talked to Superman for a lil while and am heading off to bed. I see him hin two days =]

i must say i'm uneased by a few events in my life but dont care to acknowledge them.

How come i never do?

Goodnight, Sleep tight, dont let the Fruit Flies Bite

So just a quick post before me and my head ache go to sleep....

i came home from my insane vacation to a bunch of fruit flies all moved it. Their getting incredibly annoying...

i will be posting a MUST READ post tmrrw about my vacation...a week that included a surprise marrage, a few backhand slaps, a divorce, missing papers and a fire in the woods...along with fights and feelings...it was insane

and all because of a group of stupid teenagers...

Fireworks and Superman

I have a group of friends going to Philly tonight to see the fireworks. Here at sandycove philly is only 45 mins away, opposed to its normal 4 hours. i was invited to tagg along.

I love fireworks. their brilliant. along with music. and sandycove people. but i had a alternative reason for wanting to go.

I know superman will be there...

It's been a lil while since i have seen my hero, sadly it will be a lil while longer..

He said he would come visit my home this week, to meet the people i have called family once every year of my life...

tommorrow couldnt come soon enough...

Tie your Cape and fly here quickly...

The Cove of Sand (Home)

Ever step onto familiar land for the first time in a year and it feels like you never left?
Every year of my life i have stepped onto the soil of SandyCove and called it home.

for 17 years nothing has seemed to change.

Its like a family reunion...i have seen these same people every year, and every year its like i never left.

i have a few more days to be here, home. I went boating today, played guitar, and listen to a seminar on the fruits of the spirit. people here think i look like kesha...im ok with that i suppose ;]

A Double Date with Ben and Jerrys

It's getting pretty late in the day. I'm leaving tmrrw for SandyCove (a retreat center/camp). I havent packed yet but i'll get to that later...Always do...a lil to much, besides the point.

A close friend has been staying at my house the last few days and shes got herself a "never been done" List...me being the competitive lil person that i am is trying to check off as many items on the list as possible.

never painted toenails....CHECK

Never made a video....CHECK

owned sophies....CHECK


Traded Clothes with a friend...CHECK

and the last one we are able to check off is---

Gotten dressed up for the heck of it and gone out with friends....- that is the goal.

so the question is...what do two girls with nothing to do plan for a saterday night?

We are going to dress up. go to the grocery store. get Ben and Jerrys Icecream and then head to lorton station to look like we just got stood up....when really....were on a double date with Ben and Jerry. (bringing along our sketchbooks of course)

what about packing?

ill do that later...

Jesus, Pirates and Spray paint

Everyone has those days of utter laziness. Everyone attempts to journal the exciting moments but always end up writing on the days with nothing to do...does this make sense?

Doesn't really need to... I have artsy blogs. A tumblr and YouTube account, but I wanted to just write. To journal. So I'm aspiring to do so. To journal events on what it is to be me.

A artist, seeking to serve the Lord.

A actress in love with pirates

Supermans girlfriend

A accident prone teenager

A daughter and a sister to 5

And that girl whose always covered in paint....

A mess....