I miss Michael Zajac so much that I...


Watched Titanic tonight while painting.
With Jenjen, Lauren and Maegan. 
Shed a tear, and made it my fav movie.
Listened to the song that we used to dance to.
"Near... Far.. Where EVER YOU ARE!"
And then it all went down hill from there.
My feet caught the corner of the couch,
I spun around one more time. 
I felt something stab my stomach.
And there I was...
Stomach piercing with hurt.
Head against that wall.


We all laughed and cried.
Then did a replay,
for Kicks and Giggles.  

Road blockage.

Went on date.

Visited with James and Mike C.

Eye lids still red and puffy.

Purchased 12 canvases.

"I Feel Like You're Pulling Out Your Dentures!"

(it was my retainer.)


Today I had a slight break down. School and Life stress me out. Spending money hurts my heart. I tripped and scraped my leg. Oh, and my eyelids have been swollen for three days. I cried. They hurt so bad. 


Then this happened.
I was doing English homework, she was doing Psychology.
We listened to Cinderella (Rogers and Hammerstein version of course) while doing our homework.
Talked and ate peaches (my room mate helps me stay healthy).
I talked on facebook with an old friend from high school.
And then we went to bed late.
I may or may not be getting roughly three hours of sleep.


My bed has never felt so good.
Until three hours from now, gnight.

Simplicity

These make me smile.

-Going on walks between classes, enjoying outside.

-Having a hard time walking after getting out of Yoga.

-Talking with Jbird while he shopped for food.

-Josh Bird and I having some JSquared time(kinda).

-Buying new colors and a pallet.

-Kenzeetah coming back from grocery shopping with a gallon of milk for me.

-Jenjen coming back from the store with cooking oil for me!

-Listening to Super Bass, by Nicki Minaj.

-Making exciting plans for Friday.

-Texting Aud Pod.

-going to sleep before one.

Knowing it will work out, I just need to be patient.

Come what may and Love it. 

2nd time in one day, go ahead, sue me.

I forgot to tell you about an adventure I went on last week. I have a friend. Yeah, I know, weird. Ha ha, Just kidding. His name is Mike.
Last Wednesday Mike and I went on a Jeep ride up the mountain. Really, we went to Logan Peak. Top of the mountain. We tried getting back so he could go to his later class, which I think is stupid. I don't think I could get myself to go to any class after 3:00pm or before 9:30am.
Anyway, back to the story. We started to head back and went down a different way. Found a waterfall, took pictures, etc. Ended up driving the Jeep into the water to sit by the waterfall, on top of his Jeep, listening to country music. Yep, It was absolutely splendid! I will not lie.
We drove back, he dropped me off. I couldn't help but texting to say thank you and that it was Amazing! So, naturally, I did.
And here I am. Sitting in my room, reminiscing on Jeeps, country music that cut out every ten seconds, waterfalls, singing Taylor Swift as loud as we could. Hey Mike, let's do something again. :)

Here's the Jeep.. that may or may not have captured my heart.
(on top of the mountain, might I add.)

Random waterfall? Okay!

It washed off.

So much has been happening that I don't even Know what to write about on here. I apologize for my Lame-ness. I seem to only write about the nonsense, little things that don't matter All that much. But I guess, what else is a blog for? Whatever. So here we go. On to the real blog post.

Today I did this. 

I painted on paper too. Then I got bored and started on my hand, it spread to my arm. After that the room mate and I went running. She challenged me, and said we should high-five between every tree that we pass, so I called her coach. It was an exhilarating feeling. I sure do miss racing. Listening to the gun go off, running, picking one person to beat, getting a PR. Cross Country was very good to me. I wish I were still in shape to go on 5 mile runs. Someday. 

Just another quirk.

I am no artist, nor do I claim to be one.

I am not as talented as the younger sister.

I have no real paints, or brushes.

I don't know what paints to use, really.

I use paper that's white, that's all.

I don't paint for anyone.

It's just a hobby.

I just paint.

It's therapeutic.

I lose track of time.

I spill on myself.

I use whatever I can find.

Anything can inspire me.


...maybe someday I'll create a masterpiece...