the art of movement...

-has the ability to transform my whole mindset to a alternate universe when dancing or watching someone else dance
-i have the ability speak more strongly though a movement than any word i could say
-control my world and kinesphere
-telling a story with my body
-and knowing that someone else may see my story but find another story within its beauty
-creates one to visualize music even when there is none
-understanding and becoming comfortable with my body
even when i am doing something goofy or weird i love to move that i am comfortable with doing so.
-i can feel every emotion within one dance
even when im at a school dance, dinner dance, wedding, the street... i can express everything just through my body language
-if i feel like shit one day or am having a hard time in my life and cant shake it... i can go dance for a hour and pour all of that out within just one hour and feel so relieved and revitalized
-dance gives me something to make goals in, aside from life goals. i want to get my leg this high.. or i want to be able to do this leap this high.

This i believe...

Oh man! The this i believe assignment was and is really hard for me to work on. I dont know whats up with me. I guess since at this time in my life i should have concrete beliefs and be screaming them off the roof tops...but, it just isnt clicking. it kinda makes my stomach hurt when i think about it! I mean here i am going to college livin the dream and nothing wants to come out of my head or mouth sainly! its completely and utterly upsetting to me.

i miss her

My niece is four.
For the first year of her life I took care of her. Some said i was her mom.
Directly after her first birthday my sister moved out and i rarely got to see my niece Meilah Jade.
A child who had become like my child was ripped away.
I got to see her today.
She is so beautiful and smart.
i miss being in her life and her being in mine.
:(

fridays

Does anyone else feel like when friday comes all the life has been sucked out by the last four days that had passed and the only thing getting you through is coffee and the thought of sleeping in to the late 9 30 AM? :)

Becoming an adult sucks.

PIC-TORS!!!!!!

This is my significant object... my adorable home.
yeah... i know... i should be a art major. hehe people tell me that all the time. :)

I did not have a picture and the interweb so i decided to draw it.

hmmm...

Why... I ask this three letter word to anyone and everyone and no one can give me the answer. There are a tremendous amounts of answers but I can not decider which is the correct answer to my small question. It is easy to concur all the different possible answers, but never one more than the other. Religion, science, and observation have gotten me no where, and it is eating me up. I feel like a child who sees its parents whispering about something to "grown up" for its little ears. I'm not willing to trust in Gods word any longer because it is not concrete, but I am also not willing to trust in science because i have trusted in God for so long i would feel blasphemous.

Man do I hate the world.

lawl... brain storming! ;)

topic topic topic....
what to do what to do.

- the Sarah flask
- zach gave it to me
- he was never good at giving presents.
-as ryan says it contains my giggle water
-Craig's pink blanket
- he asked me what i wanted for Christmas and i said make me something.
- he asked me what my favorite color was and i said every color but pink... and he made me a PINK blanket. :)

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i don't like this. :( its wierdo!