Shut Up & Sing

I've been told many times to "shut up", but never was it followed by "& sing". It's almost as if people don't WANT to hear my singing voice...

So the other night Manda and I watched a 'political documentary' on our own free will! It was exceptionally intriguing and remarkably entertaining- for a documentary that is...

Ok, so truthfully if it had been any other documentary I would not have attend the showing, however, due to the subject matter I made an exception. Dixie Chicks rock my socks!
Shut Up & Sing was a documentary about the Dixie Chicks and all they went through after Natalie stated, while in London when Bush declared war, "I am ashamed that the President of the United States is from Texas".
This remark, which had initially been said merely as a way to fire up the audience, was blown way out of proportion...

The 'inside story' to all these happenings was humourous and yet solemn at the same time. We were also briefed on the stories behind a number of the songs... Which I thoroughly enjoyed, for that is something that I often wonder when listening to songs: I wonder how they came up with that idea or I wonder if this actually happened to them
And in learning such stories, I didn't actually mind discovering that I was wrong in some of my intial assumptions of what the song was referring to...

In returning home, I turned Dixie Chicks on, and they stayed on until Friday came, for at that point I switched to Casting Crowns (I attended their concert Friday evening and it was amazing!)

~I've fallen in Love all over again~

Each Colour is Something More

Before leaving for school over two years ago, my adopted Grandpa made me a candy dispenser out of wood. Due to the haste of my departure, there was no time to 'finish' it (with that gross smelling paint stuff). I didn't care that much, it was still a candy dispenser to me, and whether or not it was shiny meant nothing to me.
When my parents and I reached school we journeyed out on a shopping spree to purchase the countless objects I MAY need during my time at school. One of these objects that my father decided I needed was the finish for this wooden candy dispenser.

Now here I sit, more than two years later, and I am proud to say that this afternoon, I've finished the job!
Outside, in the cold and snow, I 'painted' my candy dispenser with finish- using an old sock and a plastic bag! I was quite pleased with the job that the sock did, it's quality of 'painting' is of a much higher degree than that of a paintbrush. And, due to my fingers being inside of the sock, it was much easier to reach those hard-to-get places!
Who would have thought that an old sock would have come in so handy!

Oh, and sorry to all those who must now inhale the chemicals of my drying candy dispenser in the hallway! The candy in a few days will all be worth your suffering!

~such sweetness on my tongue i can only imagine~

things random 6

First off, thank you too Krysta for tagging me... very much appreciated...
Second, the rules are simple, I am to state 6 random things about myself... that shouldn't be too difficult

1. Contrary to opposing beliefs, I am not a Lesbian...
Sorry ladies... I'm straight, that small curve is there only because of Meghan *wink*

2. I hate seeing money getting wasted, and upon seeing any amount of change on the ground, I will pick it up and add it to my random change collection box/bottle/container

3. A friend broke my heart when she told me I wasn't allowed to get a titanium engagement ring (not anytime soon though). Some silly reason about getting my finger cut off... pfft!

4. I controlled myself and did NOT buy the last piece of the 'Chocolate Suicide Cake' yesterday!

5. Chris Keller, a not-so-loved-character from One Tree Hill, was in my dream the other night. And in it we kinda hooked up... I've become obsessed with that show! Is it bad that sometimes i don't remember what is from that show and what is my life?

6. The pink house is in pending until tomorrow... for someone OTHER than us :(


I'll tag Eric, Rodney and Meg (that means you have to write a blog babe!)

Point Me Home

Such a great weight I feel. Pressing, pressing down upon me.

Icing over a secret pain
You know you don't belong

The power of the mind, so zealous and persistent, easily forces me to an unrecognizable state. Upon identifying such notions, their expansion begins at a prominent rate, one which cannot be reversed.
With ease it seizes control of my entity, leaving little potential for anything to break through it's recently discovered dominance over me.

until i find a way... I'll get through each waking day, the only way i know how

To find oneself in the depths of the unknown, possessing only a false idea of security, devours my dreams. With little possibility for recovery, pain appears to be a constant in all.
Hand in hand comes pain and suffering, and with suffering, experience. But is character not built through such things?

How long 'til our dreams run dry

Life as I once knew it, will cease to exist. Each new breath, each new step, leads to a foreign land. What lies beyond my reach, far off, out of the sight of an average mortal? Unknown from not till then...


~the Devil in red returns for the heart he once had~

Exhale, another wasted Breath

I'm back from...

home
camp
Cuba
family
friends(...)
the crazy life of a small town girl

I'm back to...
school
classes
caf food
friends
missing my family
a room mate
the crazy life of a uni student

Christmas holidays went... fairly well. There were (as there always are when i return home) things which were disappointing. Perhaps these were just some disappointments I was unprepared for.
But to be let down is a part of life... and I imagine that through such things I've grown and changed.


Cuba was awesome. It was hot (in more than one way) and wonderfully sunny!
I did just what i wanted to- play lots of beach volleyball (which had many rewards of its own!) and got nice and brown. It is too bad that I am now in a snow storm where i can't show it off.


Since leaving school in december, I have ran into a wall... the wall of un-inspiration. I've had no desire or passion to write, and it saddens me.
Well, once or twice I've sat down with every intention and aspiration to write... but it wouldn't come.
Oh how i hope this does not last... I have so much I want to record... but no words to reveal it.


~wanting so much more, but receiving all the best~