Dreams and Nectarines

   Oh, I'm sure you know this, but pray for the people in Syria... the whole situation down there. I don't know all the nitty gritty political details, but I know what I know, and it's very distressing. Pray for the feeblest, weakest, and least powerful souls down there- they need it. 

   

    People, people! My thoughts are all over the place! Lots of random and odd things have stirred up happiness in these youthful bones. First of all, I love nectarines. Last night made that love official. I was starved and weary after a long but rewarding day of doing homework, and I desperately needed something to eat. Of course, as soon as I opened the pantry and fridge doors, everything looked quite unappetizing; not like there wasn't anything in them, but what was inside really was not appealing to me. I was about to fling to fridge door closed when all of a sudden, what are my eyes blessed to be beholden unto but a tantalizingly reddish nectarine. All of a sudden, choruses of angels burst forth in the most breathtaking song, and my heart soared. I cut it up and ate it in about five seconds; let me tell you people, those were the best five seconds of that night. The very best. 

Okay, enough of the magnificent events of last night. Onto the duly  happenings of the night before last!

    If you recall, in this post I mentioned going shopping with two of my dearest compatriots; well, the poor things were also subject to me spending the night at their house. (You know I love you ;) Readers, I'm the kind of person who dreams in phases; I can go days, weeks, even MONTHS without remembering any of my dreams, or not having any at all: then there are some periods of time in which I dream much more than one should in a single night- I assume to compensate for dreams lost in the aforementioned barren phase. Then there are times where my dreams are fairly regular and remarkably strange. Two nights ago was one of those nights. This was my dream:

      I was at my delightful grandma's house with my family, and what I remember started with me standing in the hallway outside the upstairs bathroom. I was hacking incessantly! I seriously couldn't stop coughing, and it felt like something was lodged in my throat/chest area. It was really annoying and kind of painful, yet I still coughed. It seemed that my racking coughs would prove fruitless when all of a sudden the foreign body in my throat came up into my mouth!!!! I was like, what IS it?!? I was quite grossed out; as it sat there in my mouth, I evaluated the situation; it was biggish, hard, and had some things sticking out at both ends. "It's one of my vertebrae," I whispered to myself in a panic. I didn't know what to do! I went downstairs in a state of shock to my dad and the rest of my family in the kitchen. "Daddy-" I said, worriedly- "I think I just coughed up one of my vertebrae..." He kind of laughed, which bothered me- I was standing there with this thing in my mouth, and I was starting to feel queasy at the thought of what was in there. I took it out- it had some blood on it- and handed it to him. He took one look at it and laughed some more. "Well," he said, as he wiped it off and turned it right-side-up, "look at that! That's not a vertebrae!" I was flabbergasted. "It's a plastic pig!" He handed it to me, and I was awestruck. I had not indeed coughed up one of my vertebrae but a little plastic pig! (If you've ever played pig, you'll know what I'm talking about.)

(one of these little dudes)

And you know, the scary thing is, my dream really didn't seem that out of the ordinary at all until I explained it to Marcela... 

  

 Another random thing- I'm quite content doing my homework these past two days. It really is not bad at all! There sure is a lot of it, but it's interesting. Pandora is my best friend, followed closely by tea and my sweatpants. I call them my leg hugs, because they're like hugs for my legs, and I love them.

   ANOTHER thing- this was so weird. My parents and I were driving home from mass, and we were stopped behind this bus for a while- these two guys got off it, and one was wearing the average boring beige outfit, but had tied a bright red hoodie around his waist. I had this wild urge to start yelling "Vive la revolution! Vive la revolution!" at him. I associated his red hoodie with the red caps the patriots would wear during the French Revolution for some reason... overload of A Tale of Two Cities, I think. (Which of course, is the opposite of deplorable to me!) 

  

      Peace, people! Have a splendid evening :) 

  

Seasons

Oh, people. I wish I could have taken a picture of it, taken a video, something- and I wish it could capture the beauty I saw today! But unfortunately that's quite impossible. This part of the year always stirs up a pleasant and overall happy disposition that's only unique to this time of year; an anticipation and thrilling sense of excitement that is awakened by the cool September breezes and the turning leaves. And today, as I was looking out the window while my friend was driving through town, I was beholden unto nature in all its glory. It was about 6:00, so the sun was just starting to go down in the sky... Gosh, it was seriously beautiful. It seemed like everything was glowing, and I couldn't stop myself from smiling. I didn't want to sit there with a dorky grin on my face, so I had to practice the art of inconspicuousness; but I was like, YAY! The season is changing, people, and I'm EXCITED. And once I saw the beauty in nature, I could see it in every passing pedestrian, and in every home we passed by; I could feel the love in the world, and it.was.awesome.

BRING ON FALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D

Oh, and I got some Eiffel Tower earrings with two of my best friends and sisters that I'm quite excited about, in addition to the changing season... hard to see their full glory in this grainy and out-of-focus picture, but there it is. Okay, I'm going to bed. My contacts are DRY.

School and Crossing the Delaware

SO- today was a really good day. I just got my first Chemistry and Economics assignments which are due on the first day of school-Monday; though I grumbled when I first saw the daunting list of reading assignments and questions and more reading with some MORE questions, I realized I'll be fine. The thing that was the most intimidating wasn't necessarily those assignments, but the reality that the schoolyear is looming. It's HERE. I start a three-day-a-week ballet routine tomorrow. Summer is fading with each passing day; another season over, another year steadily approaching its conclusion. Everything in life approaches an end- the seasons constantly change, we get older, time passes. That thought really scares me; our time on this earth is so short, when contrasted to eternity- I worry that I won't make the best choice I could when I'm faced with something really important, I worry that my life won't end up the way I always wanted it to, I worry that my relationship with God will never be as good as it should be- but amidst all this uncertainty, God's overwhelming mercy and unwavering love are right there. Even if I don't see it. Even if I doubt it's there. He is my anchor. He holds me to what is good and true and beautiful; and His power is so much bigger than my problems. Here's an awesome quote from St. Faustina:

Worry is useless. As Padre Pio said, "Pray, hope, and don't worry. Worry is useless." And when you don't worry, you're so FREEE!!!!! :) And even if the thought of the schoolyear (or whatever it is you might be worrying about) seems to big, too scary, too unknown for you to handle, remember God is bigger, He is more powerful, and he knows what we don't. Nothing is impossible for Him, even if it might seem like it is for us. 

Now, on a less... ah... deep note, I had some great fun with K Dawg playing around in the creek in the woods at my grandparent's house today.... I swiped the back of my jeans on something muddy and fungi-laden, sooo.... that resulted in some crazy happiness. Nah, it ain't that bad. I do hope it comes off in the wash though... Us two geniuses took some great videos that told the epic story of us, two tradesmen, crossing the Delaware river to find items to trade with the Indians in the Americas. Of course, we were in Michigan, but that wasn't PART of the Americas... it's only IN the Americas. Oh, and the only thing we ate for two whole stinking (no pun intended) weeks was wild skunk. Hopefully K Dawg will put the video on the Vortex (aka Facebook) real soonlike. Keep yer eyes peeled ;)

Wonderful

Life is seriously beautiful.

It can be so hard to see through the sludge that the world throws at us sometimes; even day to day monotony can blur the vision of your soul. Sometimes that blindness can overtake you, and make you think that life isn't as wonderful as you once thought it was- but never believe that cunning little voice. 

Life is so much more wonderful than we could ever imagine. But sadly, some people go through the entirety of their life and never fully realize that. You're made for a purpose that is out of this world- literally! You were made from love for love, in a world created by Love itself. Every laugh, comfy chair, hug, ray of sunlight penetrating the stained glass windows in a beautiful church- experiencing these things is one of the ways in which the God of the Universe expresses His infinite and undying love for you. He gives you millions of flowers every day, and loves you through the people in your life. It's so easy to become critical and negative about the people God has given you, and everyone will, but it's so freeing to focus off of their flaws; because God loves us through every person we encounter, we should try so hard to love Him by loving them. 

Just a few short minutes ago, I was listening to some calming music, talking to one of my best friends with whom I haven't talked in a short while, sitting in a squishy chair, relaxing and thinking about my day tomorrow. Meeting two amazing sisters with MY sister for tea, school shopping, going to Mass with a pair of siblings I love with a big part of my heart... and all of a sudden, I was struck with an almost overwhelming feeling of happiness. I knew that God was and is so present, so active in my life- even when I don't realize it and when I'm having trouble trusting that He is. No matter what mood I'm in, how I look, how many friends I have, He loves me with every drop of his Blood; in understanding the fact that I will never grasp the breadth of His love, I was very humbled, but also filled to overflowing with a deep sense of joy, and I was filled with awe not only for my life but for LIFE. God so loved the world that He gave His only Son to live, love, bleed, and die for us. Honestly, the thought that Jesus experienced life just like the rest of us is amazing; he can identify with teenagers and young adults, because he was one. When we feel like no one REALLY understands how we're feeling, he does. Not only because he's God, but because he lived this life, too. So wherever you're at, don't get caught up in whatever circumstances you're in- remember you're immeasurably loved, and that God finds YOU worthy to be a part of the gift of life- which is so overwhelmingly wonderful. 

I thought this was beautiful- not the exact quote, but I read something like this somewhere: 

"The cross turn thorns into roses."

Some of my Favorite Things (Numero Tre)

3. My FAMILY!!!
 This should be number one, I don't know why I didn't think of that sooner.... but alas.
For those of you who don't know, my family is absolutely insane. And by insane, I mean literally. Let's see... my lovely sister who's two years older than me and about five inches shorter (yes, she absolutely LOVES that ;) and I do not communicate using normal language most of the time. Usually it goes like this: I go into the kitchen in the morning to observe my family eating breakfast and take a gander at the unappetizing cereal adorning the shelves of the pantry. (yes I hate cereal, and no I do not eat breakfast; I know, naughty me) I see my sister eating said cereal; I cringe. We make eye contact; I mutter "Neffie!" (I absolutely never call her by her real name, unless I'm mad OR sleep deprived.) And she'll usually make a strange guttural noise. This continues for as long as I chose to linger uselessly in the kitchen, and as we go about our lives during the day, communication between the two of us consists of about 40% of actual English speaking, and about 60% of deranged faces and gave woman noises.
   As for my parents, for the most part I quite appreciate their sense of humor. And their stellar use of electronics. My dad is totally fine, but my darling mother makes some great typos which are autocorrected to things of wondrous hilarity. For instance, just the other day she was texting my sister, telling her that my dad would pick her up from work and that he would bring me. This is what she meant to say: "Will bring BB too." Well, this is what my sister reads: "Will bring Bob too." Pretty funny, but the best part was when my mom was relaying this story to me and started laughing like the world was going to end tomorrow. Since that day, she has taken to calling me Bob, and I have taken to calling her Marley.
   Something about my dad... we have this awesome hug that the two of us do; since I'm only about two inches shorter than him, my poor neck is usually strained to high heaven, but still. Here's how it goes: my left arm is totally limp, and in one fluid motion he grabs it and flings it, in all it's limp  glory, into a hug. Trust me, this looks pretty hilarious when it happens. And it only works with my dad! No one else :D
   Since there's just four of us, we're all quite close; my sister and I are always together. When we were little, people would ask us all the time if we were twins; much to my sister's dismay, we would dress in matching or coordinating clothes for Mass and Christmas pictures, furthering people's assumptions that we were twins. Once we staged out of that, I started growing, so we were about the same height; ain't nothin' changed in the twin inquiries. Then I surpassed her, and we both started getting older, so now it's either, "so you're the graduate, right....?" at me, and my sister has to clarify from five inches below, poor thing =P but it's pretty funny, I have to say-people assume that I'm her and she's me so often that we both answer to each other's name by now. She's my little big sister, and I'm her big little sister :) She is one awesome young lady, people- when she leaves for college (THIS WEEK!!!!!!!) half of me will be gone :( But she shall continue to be in my prayers when she's not living at home anymore!!! I ask all of you to pray for her, if you remember; college is a big transition, and I shall miss her so :( And though one of the Fabulous Four Boyds will be gone, the Fabulous Four Boyds we shall always remain!

Some of my Favorite Things (Numero Due)

2. Stringed instruments.

I harbor a deep affection in my soul for stringed instruments. Can I play a stringed instrument? Absolutely not. But I do listen to others playing them! I have a special spot in my heart for the cello, though. Even if I never learn how to play it, I want to have one someday, so I can at least LOOK at it. There's quite a variety of the circumstances in which I listen to strings; there are the legendary classics, like Chopin's cello sonata, a lovely Bach prelude, the cello version of Lizst's Liebestraum, and perhaps my favorite being Rachmaninoff's cello sonata, Schubert's Ave Maria for strings, Dvorak's romance for piano and violin.... the list goes on and on. (Oh, and Shostakovich's Waltz no. 2 :) Some of my favorite songs of the more contemporary era have some sort of strings incorporated into them- Lana del Rey, as I have mentioned before, has strings in lots of her songs, which I seriously LOVE. It adds so much depth to her songs, it's crazy.
    Here is Rachmaninoff's cello sonata (performed by Yo Yo Ma). This is a song I listen to in the after-midnight hours when I'm studying- everything is dark except for my lamp and my computer screen, it's usually cold enough to snuggle up in a blanket, I'm kind of stressed out, I'm concentrating, and wondering how I'm going to survive- and this song makes all my worries seem so distant, causes time to freeze, and for six minutes, it feels like I'm the only person on this earth; it's just me, Rachmaninoff's cello sonata, and the world. It's splendid :)
    So that was the classical example of wonderful string music; as for modern music that I love with strings? Heck, there's even a Depeche Mode song with them! It's called One Caress... the lyrics are pretty cheesy, but the music is awesome. Not really what you usually hear from Depeche Mode, either. And of course, there's the aforementioned LOVELY Lana del Rey- a multitude of her songs feature strings, including Blue Jeans and Carmen (two of my total favorites!) and the classic Video Games, to name just a few. Check em out, if you're a Lana fan! If you don't really go for her, I totally understand; not everyone does. But the music is seriously fantastic :)

Some of my Favorite Things (Numero uno)

Okay, so I'm going to, in a series of mini-posts, introduce to you a little listy of some of my absolute favorite things of all time. The below item on this list is a specimen of superior of awesomeness. Enjoy!

1. Roses. 

I love flowers of all kinds, but I have to say, my absolute favorites are roses- there's seriously nothing better than big, full, deep red ones. Not only are they terribly romantic, (and by romantic I mean in the authentic sense of the word.... if you know what I'm talking about, you'll know what I mean. Romantic in a kind of mysterious and alluring and beautiful way... hard to explain) but they're also terribly underrated. I mean that red roses so overrated that they don't get the appreciation they deserve most of the time. They've been reduced to being commonplace... oh, sinful. 

      I had an interesting experience with a red rose once... actually a whole bunch of them. It was at school one day; I had started a novena to St. Therese the day before, and I had heard that she sometimes gives actual roses to those who pray to her.... I thought that was AWESOME not only because a saint giving someone a rose is seriously mind-blowing, but because roses are my faves :) This rose-giving phenomenon was on my mind as I was taking out the trash for my end-of-the-schoolday job, and as I flung the trash bag swollen with used paper towels and other garbage paraphernalia into the dumpster, something bright and clean caught my eye- oh, rarity-! and I took a closer look. To my utter astonishment, there was a large cluster of strikingly beautiful and startlingly fresh red roses. Needless to say, my jaw was on the grass in an instant, and I grabbed one. Their aroma was in the air, even around the dumpster. To this day, the head of the rose is on my dresser; dried, but still perfectly bright red. I've dried other red roses, and none of them have retained the same brightness as my St. Therese rose :)

Enjoy your day, and eat some candy. 

 

Music, Booklings, Muh Hair

        So as some of you know, I like Owl City- Adam Young's unique voice and electric music have rendered me a bit of a fan for a couple years now. By no means is he my favorite artist, but there was a time- oh, there was a time. I was a frequent visitor to the Owl City website, and kept up with all of the goings-on in his musical life. I phased out of that after a little while though, and for about a year now, Owl City has shifted out of the center of my music mind's eye.

     Just a short while ago, I was listening to music on Youtube. I finished a video, and some suggestions loaded- one of them caught my eye. It was Owl City singing "In Christ Alone." I listened to it, and it was beautiful.

THERE IS HOPE FOR HUMANITY, PEOPLE! 

    The video already has over 3,000,000 views and over 30,000 likes- I would encourage you to give it a listen and a like yourself! I would seriously love if he made more music like that. I mean, subject of the song aside, his voice sounds great, accompanied only by a piano. 

Okay, slight change of topic; I'm reading (as are many of you) a Tale of Two Cities for pre-school reading. (Not as in preschool- as in PRE-school ;) and it's been afflicting me like a disease. That's a good thing. I'm seriously in LOVE with this book! I can't put it down!!!! I stayed up until two fifteen the other night reading is, and was a complete blubbering mess by the time I forced myself to close it. Let's just say I love Sydney Carton. Call me crazy if you wish, I give you full license- and perhaps that opinion will change by the end of the book, I have absolutely no idea- but let me tell you, I love him. It's a really bittersweet thing though, and honestly maybe more than love I feel like the poor sap needs an AA sponsor and a hug. He's a total lost soul before he meets Lucie, and of course she can't have him... (AHHHHHH. That's when I was crying). And for as happy as I was when Darnay and Lucie got married, I was kind of sad. Not implying that I wanted her to marry Carton... you know, this is just so complicated. I seriously need to finish this book, not only because I need to read another one before school starts, but because I'll lose every ability to function if I don't, AND because I'm going to write a post about it when I'm done, (I hope) AND because as soon as I finish TTC and my other school reading, I can resume reading Anna Karenina! (That's another great piece of classic literature, birthed to the world by the most revered Leo Tolstoy... The movie version with Keira Knightly was wonderful, by the way. Just throwing that out there.)

Okay, well this is just so relevant, but for those of you with long flowing locks, the best deep conditioning thing I've ever used is Coconut oil. This stuff is seriously magical, and I could write an entire post on it's magical properties and uses, but I shan't. I shall only tell you that working about a teaspoon of this miracle through your hair in the shower and leaving it there for about five minutes before THOROUGHLY rinsing it out is a very very good idea. That's what I did this morning, and muh hair be smooth. Give it a try! 

Have a lovely day ;)

OL of Good Counsel.... and Bloglovin'

Muh Bloglovin'! Gimme a follow! :)

Hello, amazing people! Well I certainly hope you're all having a wonderful day! 

      So the past week or so, I've deepened my devotion to Our Lady of Good Counsel- an AWESOME source of grace I've hitherto left untapped- thanks to a simply amazing Novena to her in which I strongly encourage you to participate! 

       "Holy Virgin, moved by the painful uncertainty we experience in seeking and acquiring the true and the good, we cast ourselves at thy feet and invoke thee under the sweet title of Mother of Good Counsel. We beseech thee, come to our aid at this moment in our worldly sojourn, when the twin darknesses of error and evil plots our ruin by leading our minds astray. 

         Seat of Wisdom and Star of the Sea, enlighten the victims of doubt and error so that they may not be seduced by evil masquerading as good; strengthen them against the hostile and corrupting forces of passion and of sin.

          Mother of Good Counsel, obtain for us from thy Divine Son the love of virtue and the strength to chose, in doubtful and difficult situations, the course agreeable to our salvation. Supported by thy hand we shall thus journey without harm along the paths taught us by the word and example of Jesus our Savior, following the Sun of Truth and Justice in freedom and safety across the battlefield of life under the guidance of thy maternal star, until we come at length to the harbor of salvation to enjoy with thee unalloyed and everlasting peace."

Well, resume your lovely day!

Back after a long summer's nap

Well, I'M BACK-! for now.... we shall see how I keep up with this here blog over the school year =P It's been such a long time since I've even looked at this thing! Hopefully I can start to post somewhat regularly... or regularly irregularly...

Yeesh, it's August already! The past week or so I've mused on the fact that 2013 is already over halfway over, so I've been in a pretty nostalgic mood; listening to slow acoustic type music, wearing jeans and light sweaters, (!!!!) and thinking about the fall weather I adore so much. If there's one thing I love about the psychotic, bipolar disaster we call weather over here in Michigan, it's autumn. As summer fades, anticipation for winter builds- so it's this freakishly awesome in-between-state where warm and cold are constantly at war, and the result is colored leaves, crisp air, and sheer happiness! :) (I'm an October baby through and through, if you can't tell) Even the fact that my feet and hands have been colder than usual is making me excited =P

The prospect of going back to school is also surprisingly welcomed into my mind.... kind of. I've been doing some school reading lately, and the weekly routine of getting up, going to Mass, going to classes and seeing my siblings- erhm, classmates- for hours, cuddling up with some tea and a blanket to do my homework, everything- it sounds so appealing to me right about now. School can get crazy and be WAY too stressful, and after staying up until 1:30 or 2:00 in the morning every night can be slightly exhausting after a while, especially when there's a full day of school the next day and a couple hours of ballet to be endured on top of it, BUT- the education both my classmates and myself are receiving really is remarkable; we are blessed more than we know. The sacrifices our parents have made to ensure that we have a rich and rigorous authentically Catholic education are immense, and I'm so thankful to my mom and dad that my sister and I have had the opportunities that we've had, that we do have. So my question is: WHY NOT be totally excited to start another year there?!?!?!??! By the end of it, we'll have had two semesters to love each other more and become better friends, two semesters to strengthen our relationship with God and to deepen our understanding of the faith, and two semesters to grow more brain!!! (or at least stuff even further what brains we do have ;) 

So to the class of 2015: These two years are our years. Our years to really stick together and be awesomer than EVER!! This is our high school class! these years will be the memories we'll look back on after ten years, when we have children of our own, and when we've settled into our various vocations. So let's make 'em count! I LOVE YOU!!!! 

So on the fourteenth of this loverly month, I will be doing a photoshoot with my friends Aubrey and Emily! The pictures will be taken by Naomi Earnest, a talented photographer in the Ann Arbor-Saline area- she's already snapped some lovely shots of the beautiful Emily, which I would encourage you to check out on Mrs. Earnest's blog here. I shall try to post some of the pictures after the fact, but I really don't know if that's going to happen for sure or not =P for you Facebookies, I think Naomi will post them on the vortex, if you're interested.

HERE, have a song. "Down there by the Train" by Tom Waits. It's quite melancholic if you listen closely to the lyrics, and his voice takes some getting used to, but he's won me over for the most part. His voice sounds like Fall and Winter to me. Hehehe :)  (It is an acquired taste though, let me tell you.) This is an example of what I've been listening to lately ;) 

Alrighty, well if you've read to the end of this, I applaud you. ;) God bless! 

xo

B :)

*Random fact: Elvis was naturally blond*

Well hello there, fabulous!

SO.... Again, my apologies for not having posted in what seems like centuries... It always goes down so that when posting something on this blog comes to my mind at 11:00 pm. while I'm finishing my homework, the thought either slips my mind entirely after about three seconds or I realize that I have neither the sanity nor the brain power to write anything besides a bizarre story about a tribe of purple ponies flying to their kingdom in the clouds to perform their evening ritual dance after a long day of puddle jumping and butterfly catching. So when my state of mind is something like what I have just described, I usually refrain from posting anything... But here I am!
     You know, it's that glorious time of the semester in which a mild freak out is fast approaching... That's right, the monster known as MIDTERM SEASON. I don't know how this happens!!! It's coming up so gosh darn fast!! I almost had a midterm last Friday, but thankfully (due to a snow day we had two days before) it was postponed. But that means that it's coming up soon.... On the fifteenth of this month, in fact. Thankfully it's only Philosophy, and thankfully it's not SOON soon, like tomorrow... And of course, once one is looming on the horizon, the others are not far behind... hmmm.
    I'm currently working on homework, with one of my best friends keeping me sane... (@St. A's people, I'm crankin' out those study questions, BOO YAH!! Aren't they fabulous?!?! Smeh.)
     Well, I'm off to be productive.... Wish me luck ;) I hope the remainder of your day is awesome!

I'm still alive, and I haven't disappeared off the face of the earth!

Well, it's been a while since I've posted ANYTHING.... I've been really busy lately =P but I thought I'd just kind of revisit and talk about how I've been feeling lately.

Life is so amazing. I am one blessed girl. I love my family. I love my friends-- I love sticking through the bad times with the people in my life. I love being happy with them through the good times. I love playing my 5-stringed, out of tune guitar (both of those disasters were my fault =P) before I go to bed. I love reading, especially from two awesome green books that I greatly enjoy. (Thanks again and again!! You know who you are ;) I love reading my Bible after that little midnight adrenaline rush that I usually get. I love doing awkward smile photoshoots with my sister (Denby loves you, darling!) I love listening to music all day. Well-- yeah, pretty much all day. Going crazy in my kitchen while my sister is watching me is great fun. (You should try it sometime ;) Heck, I didn't even mind doing math today... Pinterest is the love of my life. I have Spring fever. In February.

Shakespeare is great, isn't he?!? <3

...so now that I've gotten that out of my system.... well, randomness is better than nothing, I suppose. And I feel obligated to say SOMETHING, because I haven't in eons. Seriously. (If you'd like to hear more from me, try and convince my teachers to lay off the homework for a while.... I would support you.)

Well, another new thing in my life: NO DAIRY. Not an allergy, thankfully...just a bit of an intolerance. I've already cut out ice cream completely from my diet, among other things. (for those of you who know me well you know that ice cream is the love of my life) Though it's not too terribly difficult for the most part, I have random moments of sadness... Like when I was craving hot chocolate the other day (in a big way) only to find that it "contains milk." How the hell...? anyway....

ANOTHER thing that's happening in this little life of mine is Lent, obviously. Well, among other Lenten resolutions, I've undertaken the task of memorizing 1 Corinthians 13, and progress is going good so far! I love Corinthians, but especially chapter 13 :) It's really nice not having to go get my bible whenever I want to think about those verses; they're just a thought away! Maybe once I get chapter 13 down, I'll start memorizing something from Philippians... or Proverbs. (Suggestions, anyone? ;)

OKAY one of my new favorite songs: "Beautiful World" by the Chevin. Lovelovelove.

Well, it's been good to FINALLY post something again.... Have a beautiful day and a blessed Lent!! <3