...breathing...

Ever felt like there was too much to move?

too much to breathe?

ever wake up and realize, "I'm alive."

look at the birds and really appreciate that there are little hearts beating inside of those soft little chests. little lungs breathing.

i think that life is underrated. we forget to breathe. we spend so much time focusing on what's due next Wednesday, and how many sources we need for our research papers. we forget how much we're loved, how much we love, how the water feels, how the ocean tastes, how it smells. so often we're too busy tuning everything out with our ipods; we create a cacophonous chatter as we walk and talk and pop our gum. we forget to see what's around us. we become so busy with little kids and soccer and day care and the latest on Britney Spears that we forget to breathe.


Let's all take a breath.

girl, put your records on....you go ahead, let your hair down

i cut my hair. it's cute. shoulder length with a side bang.

guess what... i'm turning into quite the feminist. now i'm not going lezbo or burning my bras or anything like that. i'm still crazy in love with Jake who is a man, and i love my bras....well most of them, besides i paid for those! haha. anyway i just mean in the essence of analyzing literature, it's kind of fun to analyze literature that way. i mean finding that feminist line in a plot is fun! :)

pulling towards Utah???? WEIRD!

So lately i've felt like i NEED to move to utah.....

gross.


no offense.

anyway, so Jake (the future Mr. Danica Palmer....HAHAHAHA!) wants to go to grad school there. i think we'll be there within the next few years. but is it totally weird that i feel pulled to a place that i've never really EVER wanted to do anything but Visit?!?

help

are they laughing at me??

ever get that feeling that people are laughing at you? like you walk up to the front of the classroom and you see them stealing glances and giggling. they might as well point. i thought most people got over that in high school.

it shouldn't affect me. but it does. oh well.

Some Proposal Pictures

"Hey remember me? We were kids together, Will you Marry me?"

Yup. Ladies and gentlemen, he proposed. Here’s the scoop. So I work at the reading and writing center(RWC). Our room connects to a classroom through a door. So I was sitting at the very computer I’m writing this from now and suddenly all this music started coming from the classroom. It was loud and we could hear it through the wall. Janelle asked me to go tell them to turn it down because “we’re trying to tutor people, for heaven’s sake!” so I walked over thinking “why can’t Christy do it? She’s closer to the door. It’ll only take one good yell.” I open the door and Jake is sitting there watching Where the Wild Things Are (the movie we saw on our first date). I say “Jake. What are you doing?” he says, “Close the door!” I turn around and the entire RWC is peaking in through the crack in the door. I see all these little pieces of paper on the ground: “Joy; filling me up with love and peace” “Sexy; I can’t keep my paws off you” “Spontaneous; in smiles, laughter, songs and love” “Love; no matter what I do, goofy or grumpy, you love me and will love me always” “Active; wanting to live by doing, not by seeing” and “Smart; intelligence to comprehend, capacity to learn.” Of course my first thought is: “Is he doing a workshop? Doesn’t he know we don’t usually do them in here anymore?” Then he stands up, walking over to me, and hands me a dozen roses and says “Hey remember me? We were kids together.” (From Robin Hood) then he got down on his LEFT knee (Mom) and asked me to marry him and I said Yes. Poof. I’m engaged.

Limes, Lemons.....sour all around

Do you ever feel like you can’t win? Like no matter what you say, you can’t make another person either just agree with you for once, or get them to smile?

I have that feeling now.

Life throws us a lot of lemons. Sometimes they hit us right in the open wounds. Double Whammy. I know it sucks. I know it hurts. I know I don’t follow my own advice, but I think people ought to be a little more receptive to good intentions. Oddly enough I wrote and entire paper about how BAD good intentions are. Something to do with Frankenstein and God. Anyway, my point is we’re all here on earth. Life gets pretty sour sometimes, but there are people in our lives that carry sugar, and Heaven knows you can’t make lemonade without sugar. I think sometimes we need to remember to allow others to add sugar.