jus a little love and bitterness

i officially have decided to continue my hate for money and add disney to it. Disney has become such a monopoly filled with money-hungry greed dogs that I think Walt Disney is currently rolling over in his grave. They don't see people or children or happiness anymore, all of those things that used to be so important to Walt are now blocked by shades of dollar signs. They should be ashamed of themselves.

They have exploited Hannah Montana and poor Miley Cyrus and the Jonas Brothers that I am no longer going to contribute to their monopoly in any manner. I will forgo any concerts they put on from here on out...i am so incredibly angry.

i cant believe

i forgot free ice cream cone day at brusters.

renewal is a warm gun

It;s always good to be renewed. Whether it's magazine subscriptions, renting leases, or just regular ole relaxation, it's good to feel renewed. Sometimes I let myself get jaded, blind to the good that can happen, letting the bad rip a current through my optimism mechanism. But, then I come across things like these...and I am renewed instantaneously. Calmness invades every nook and cranny of my being, and I find myself at peace, at the familiar gentle pace I once tarried from...

From the activities portion of a random guy I met tonight:
"Cherishing my future wife in my thoughts and actions."


I had forgotten how easy and quick peace and renewal can come.
I am at my gentle pace once more.

fancy for food

ahhhh! so im officially in love with these plates. theyre not even the cheap-o plastic kind either. they're straight up hard core ceramic/whatever plates are made out of. beautiful photography which is slightly mutilated by the pixalization. btu you should check them out at http://www.greenergrassdesign.com/bobsyourunclemelaminedinerplates.html

adequate dairy coverage...please?

Oscar Night

That's right friends...it's Oscar Night, which can mean only one thing for this blog....predictions!
As my friends and I are celebrating this night with all of our favorite stars [except Zac Efron... your cute smile that make all the young ladies swoon will not get you a date with all the real actors] we're going to be crossing our fingers and praying that if God cares anything about the Oscars or outlandishly rich movie stars that he will let these next few people win.

Johnny Depp for Best Actor. Good-ness, how many time will they dangle the Oscar above his head? Give the man a break and give him the Oscar he deserves. However, being the cruel people the Academy are they will probably give it to Daniel Day Lewis, or if they're playing politically... George Clooney.

Ellen Page for Best Actress. This is my longshot pick, but exactly how much better does she need to get? She made this movie completely phenomenal... "Thundercats a go!" anyone? Cate Blanchett will most likely steal it away with her little British conquistador hands.

Cate Blanchett for Best Supporting Actress. Irony, right? I'll give her this one though.

Art Direction...definitely got to give this to Sweeney Todd, can Tim Burton touch anything that doesn't turn to...darkness?

Song in a Musical- Once. Loved this little movie. Very talented artists in it, adn they definitely deserve this more than Enchanted. 3 noms? Seriously?

Best Picture- Me, oh My how I would love for this to go to Juno, but... it won't. Atonement or No Country for Old Men will most likely gallop up on its giant steed and whisk Oscar away into the sunset.

{proof}

I have a relatively offbeat kind of sense of humor.
I admit this.
And apparently that's the first step to recovery.
But when it comes to my house, I enjoy having those odd commodities that no one else has... thi is my proof.


First, The Terrorist Teapot.
I'm an avid tea drinker. Love of tea is just one of those charming aspects of my southern upbringing, [in addition to ridiculous phrases]
Some may seem this kind of thing as offensive, but me being quirky, I find it highly amusing and creative.




Now this next piece, could be my favorite. A Bench made out of pencils... it doesn't look entirely too comfortable, but how wicked would it be to have in your house?


Now this next thing... I plan on building myself... and i can't believe I hadn't thought of it yet.
Ping Pong Door. Ingenius.

PennyPincherness is next to Godliness

My favorite thing about holidays is not the celebration, gathering of family and friends, or the excitement of exclusivity and tradition that surrounds just one day [granted these things are all wickedly awesome] but my favorite thing about the holidays is the day after. oh yes, the day after.

I know that I may be completely alone in my opinion on this one [especially since a certain emotional dishearten-ment typically follows holidays] but i have officially dubbed myself the champion for the lonely, often forgotten days that live forever in the shadow of great holidays.

For instance Feburary 15, many people have let this wonderful day slip away from their agenda book because of all the hoopla that encompasses its earlier friend. I, however, love this day even more than the "Day of Love" itself. Why, you might ask? Well...candy becomes 1/2 price. Oh, yes, my beloved heart-shaped sweetarts that come around but once a year reach the all time low price of just $.75. Which means, I now have 8 bags of these tasty treats to last me until next Valentine's Day.

a place called 2nd

Tonight I find myself 2nd.

Again.

It seems I have begun to make this a habit, and I am beginning to wonder if it is because I'm afraid of first place. First place seems so final, so set. Once you have gotten first place, there's nothing else to win. You've become the best you can be, and can only retreat downward. Maybe that's what I'm doing- retreating- to second, someplace that's comfortable and familiar.

I'm used to this place.
It knows me, and I it.

my pretzel day

the countdown has begun, officially fourteen days until my favorite day all year.

march 1st is brusters free ice cream day.
brusters gives one free ice cream treat to everyone who shows up in their pajamas.
finally, dressing like i just rolled out of bed will pay off.
laziness=sweet reward.
my mom will be so disappointed.

breaking up is hard enough

after many years of going strong
a new favorite ice cream flavor has crept into my life
birthday cake

sorry mint chocolate chip
we had some good times though didn't we?
let's promise to keep in touch

love
summer

Music as Sound

I've recently found that I measure my life in music.

8 songs to get ready in the morning.
9 cds from school in tennessee to home in florida.
school is 1/2 song away.

but I realized the more I make music part of my life, the more corrupted it becomes.
more noise than music.
a background, or soundtrack to my life, but without meaning.

then i have rare moments.
songs that break this barrier and creep into me full of passion and existence.
a realness the rest seem to be missing.
the kind that i hate.
the ones that tear and wear me down, convicting me.

"Solo Cristo" was that song for me yesterday.
I don't speak spanish, in fact the only spanish I know is how to tell someone that I don't speak it.
But this song... I could hear God through it.
Reminding me of how far I've strayed.
It's terrible that He had to use a language I can't even speak to reach me.
But then again, God stops at nothing to find the one strayed lamb.