Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Saturday, November 28, 2009
I'm not a creepy domestic chic that wants to get married tomorrow, I just love looking at pretty things. I love flowers, dresses, and vows in general, so I guess that came together to bestow upon me the wedding bug. I helped my cousin plan her wedding a while ago, and it was one of the most fun experiences I've ever had. All that to say, I'm in love with this new wedding dress designer. Her name is Stephanie James, and her dresses are works of art.
Check them out:
And she blogs too!
Most of her dresses are 50s style, and her veils and fabric flowers are divine. If I ever get married, I'm so considering a pillbox hat :)
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
Saturday, November 7, 2009
“It’s really important to be free. I think freedom…freedom of mind and spirit and really taking chances and fully understanding that at the end if you don’t take those chances, if you’re not free, if you get enslaved by your own insecurities or society or things that you’ve been taught or any kind of thing, if you don’t stay free than at the end no one’s going to congratulate you for going through life in a really proper way. You’re not going to get a prize or anything like that it’s just going to be you’re loss. And so knowing that to really try and stay true to myself and to constantly be on the lookout for loss of freedom, even if it’s by my own self, like when I make myself enslaved in some way, to break out of that.”
This was her response to "what's most important to you in your life?" And I was thinking...what's most important to me in my life...because obviously WOW FREEDOM'S A BIG ONE! Is there anything that could be bigger? I was thinking about it, and everything I came up with was impossible without freedom. Even LOVE, without the freedom to express love, it would struggle to survive.
Listening to her speak, even with the scattered "y'knows", and "like" this, "like" thats, reminded me why listening to people matters, and to not be fooled by giddy laughter and a big smile, people can be nice and smart. People can be nice and smart. Like REAL nice, like talk-to-you-in-a-happy-voice-even-if-they-don't-know-you-very-well nice.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
This brochure is being presented not for the sake of showing something, but because the ideas expressed within its pages are becoming increasingly important as the years go on. The actions of citizens shape government by letting those in charge know what the public wants out of its country. Actions made by American citizens that are uneducated could actually destroy the democratic principles and go against the vision our founding fathers had. It sound extremely cliché, but a country that is, in essence run by the people, relies on its people to sustain it. As long as people are informed of the issues and decisions concerning American politics, and maintain real human relationships with other people in their community, democracy is indeed sustainable. This brochure is an attempt to encourage Civitas, or freedom acquired by being a community leader, and was initially a project designed for welcoming new American immigrants into the country. It is very important that EVERY American understands his or her rights, and it’s equally important for Americans to become involved in their government to sustain their rights and liberties. Consider this a reminder of why it’s great to be an American, and why it’s important to stay conscience of politics in these changing times.
Amazing right? Peace, love, and Jonas
HAHAHA....that was a joke...I hear they're nice people...but I'm not a "fan"...per se...their old stuff was better
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Monday, November 2, 2009
They are all so beautiful,
Slender like blades of grass, gracefully dancing across the floor.
I wait until the next set of girls moves up, and I sneak behind all of them
I don’t understand the steps.
This is all so easy for them
Like baby food.
I watch in awe
I wish I could move like that
I laugh at myself inside
For signing up
And laying out all my money
Thinking I would just
Learn it all
I could keep up!
But here I am.
I clumsily follow the next routine
Missing all the turns and jumps
At the end we’re supposed to free style.
I stop where she stopped teaching
And watch the other girls move like poetry in motion
Elegance dipped in youth.
I’m as still as a statue
Fighting back tears
It moves me to near crying
I’ll never get there
“NO!” I shout back to that little voice
“That’s not true…I’ll get there!”
I’m bigger than all the other girls
It shouldn’t matter
At my age
But it does
Cuts like a razor
I “dance to the music” in my own room
Move to words that raise goosebumps when I’m not the 15th girl
Who makes partnering uneven
I’m too uncomfortable
They’re all so beautiful
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Saturday, September 5, 2009
You are special
You are my friend
You're special to me.
You are the only one like you.
Like you, my friend, I like you.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
For those of you who don't know what a Bosco stick is, refer to the image above. Sure, they look all cheesy, salty, and delicious...but they're really oily, stale, and make your stomache feel crappy..(well this is my experience with them, yours might be different). Anyway, today I was pumped because it was BLACK BEAN BURGER DAY!!! HOORAY!! I got to school early, ordered my burger with conviction, and smiled every time I thought of the great lunch I was gonna have. When I got to Pre-Calc second period, I spent the majority of the time between "so frustrated I want to rip up the marker board" and "on the verge of hot and angry tears". I hate that feeling. The one where everyone is getting it, writing the answers without any confusion, and understanding how they got there. Still, every few minutes I would chant it in my head while praying for some light-bulb of understanding, "black bean burger, black bean burger, black bean burger..." and I actually felt happier. The greatest moment of failure during class was when my whole group got the same answer, "A", and proceeded to ask me what I got for the same question:
"So, what did you guys get for #6?"
"I got A too" "Alright!" "Oh yeah!!" (high-fiving simultaneously)
"Hey Caroline, what did you get?"
Me: (deep sighing) "B, (In a really quiet but seriously salty voice) math can suck it, seriously"
And everyone laughed, because that is truly the most innappropriate thing I've ever said at school. But anyway, I kept chanting to myself about lunch..
Fast-forward to lunch. The line nearly wraps around the school (ok not really, but it was soo long) and I'm in the back. When I finally got to the front of the line, the lady says, "Sorry, your name's not on the list". Let me just say that yesterday, I brought this same lady a sunflower because I knew she was probably stressed, (since she's new to the front desk and all) and I know it's not her fault that my name wasn't on the list, but I was mad at her like no one's business. I said, "Wait, I have a witness!", and showed her my fellow classmate who has the same 1st period class as me (where our 'lunch count' was taken). His name was ALSO not on the list and when he realized this, he was salty. "You'll have to stand on the outside of the line and wait 'til everyone whose name is on the list gets their lunch first. If there's a lunch leftover, we'll give it to you", she said. And with that, she placed a nice black bean burger on the side for me. 10 min. later, my burger was gone, as was everything else. But wait!! She could give me some "Bogo sticks" from yesterday. Ok, I believe I clarified my hate for Bosco sticks, but in that moment, I felt tears welling up in my eyes.
I went to the bathroom and sobbed. Crying is good sometimes. Especially when you can laugh about something like the new front desk lady calling Bosco sticks Bogo sticks. Anyway, I talked to my advisor about it (referencing the silliness of it all several times) and she gave me her apple and $2 for the vending machine. It was such a nice gesture, and I wish I could say I refused honorably, but I didn't. Moments like these remind me that I'm still young, and so blessed to have wonderful people around me everyday :) (even if they do give me a lot of homework)
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
a state in the northeastern U.S., bordering on Lake Erie; pop. 11,353,140; capital, Columbus; statehood, Mar. 1, 1803 (17). It was acquired by Britain from France in 1763 and by the U.S. in 1783 after the American Revolution.
"I've dealt with a LOT of LOSERS in my lifetime, but you. are. WORTHLESS!!!"