I found her on the dance floor... and I said "hey"

I have so much to tell you.

First off... I grew a Mustache...

K that isn't true.

I did however go to Paris.

..... Also.... Not true.

What is true is Stacy and I are becoming really good friends and I really like having her back home.

Adjectividation (Personal Pick-me-Up-&-Go)

I haven't really written anything this month.

I'm sure you all noticed. And I'm sure this concerned you.

My last writing post got called "morbid" By someone whose opinion I hold way too high for my own good.

That piece of writing is probably one of my favorites. It's incredibly honest, well, one sided metaphorically honest. I think they didn't catch the metaphorical part.

Either way... I took that hard. too hard. And I personalized it. I started to feel like they didn't just call my writing morbid... But because my writing was so important to me, They had called me morbid.

Which would mean I was this:

mor-bid

[mawr-bid]

-adjective 1. suggesting an unhealthy mental state or attitude; unwholesomely gloomy, sensitive, extreme, ect.: a morbid interest in death. 2. affect by, caused by, causing, or characteristic of disease.

So. For the past month, that is the label I took on. I couldn't bring myself to write because, Who would want to read unwholesomely gloomy writing?

From an unhealthy mentally sick person?

Till today.

As much as I value their opinion... They were wrong. are.

What happened today? Well it seems as if people I surround myself with, who see me, who know me now, have been using very uplifting adjectives (or maybe today I listened) Which ever it is Here are the list of my favorite adjectives used, from a rather paramount self-esteem-boosting-day.

al-lur-ring

[uh-loor-ring]

-adjective 1. very attractive or tempting; enticing; seductive. 2. fascinating; charming

wise

[wahyz]

-adjective 1. having the power of discerning and judging probperly as to what is true or right; possesing discernment, judgement, or discretion. 2. characterized by or showing such power; judicious or prudent; a wise decision. 3. possessed of or characterized by scholarly knowledge or learning learned; erudite: wise in the law.

Free Spirit

-noun

1. a person with a highly individual or unique attitude, lifestyle, or imagination; nonconformist.

per-son-a-ble

[pur-suh-nuh-buhl]

-adjective 1. of pleasing personal appearance; handsome or comely; attractive. 2. having an argeeable or please personality; affable; amiable; sociable.

Aren't those great? I'm not saying I completely agree 100% or all the time. But... why would they use those selected words if they didn't believe it? They have nothing to gain from it. so. Those. Are my new labels.

(hopefully)

(I saved the best for last) This one... is used rarely. By one person. Rare, because it's special, But often enough for me to know That that is how they've labeled me. No matter what is going on, no matter who is around, no matter what media is used, whenever they use this word, I feel incredible.

lovely

[luhv-lee]

-adjective 1. charmingly or exquisitely beautiful: a lovely flower. 2. having a beauty that appeals to the heart or mind as well as to the eye, as a person or a face. 3. delightful; highly pleasing: to have a lovely time.

is it?

While looking at this picture- let me just state, these are all great women. Having stated that- I want to talk about one of them specifically.

She's the African Princess in the green shirt and black and white skirt.

Her name is Mpumi.

She's fantastic.

And... she may just kill me for writing about her on here.

I met her on fast sunday in september of 2008. I had a terrible case of tonsilitus and had completely lost my voice. She walked up to me and said "How's it?" to which I blankly stared at her. I smiled nervously and said with a raspy horse voice "what?" She laughed and said "It means, How are you?"

Thats the most basic form of the story. The most realistic on actual event. But as I've learned in school this past semester, absolute occurance is irrelavent. So while I tell you we met on my first sunday half way across the world from where I grew up, I should probably tell you we met while standing in the middle of the freeway facing on coming traffic. I was looking around nervously, knowing how out of place I was, but tried to hold my shoulders back to seem as if I blend. Then, as soon as I became comfortable, or at least used to, the cars racing by me only to slow down and gawk at the little girl standing on the freeway, Mpumi walked out onto the freeway, stood next to me, and said "well... hi there."

There are conections in life that are so rare, the english language holds no words to describe the feeling of them, let alone the action of them. How I feel about Mpumi is one of those. I was in South Africa for barely under 4 months. 4 of the most glorious, hardest, and spiritual months of my life, and Mpumi was by me through-out the entire journey. With only a few month friendship I'm sure you wonder, how close can you really get?

Once again... sometimes there just are no words.

She's incredibly strong, amazingly forgiving, remarkibly understanding, and beautifully compassionate.

When my mother past away, one of the things I struggled with was- Mom never met Mpumi... here... on earth. That is actually something I struggle with with a lot of people in my life, that they haven't met her.

This post is being written out of guilt. She's the best friend I've ever had, and possibly will ever have, and I have no idea if she's even dating anyone. While I hope that everyone has someone in their life that resembles our friendship, I hope that everyone is better at maintaining and perserving this gift.

Wether it was a gift, a blessing, a tender mercy, or freak lining up of the stars, This African Princess has been my inexplicible best friend. I hope you have one too, and more importantly I hope they know it.

I did it.

This picture was taken at about 2 am Saturday Morning.

I was blonde.

These were taken later saturday night.

I'm now... Light brown.

Even though the votes were 15 to 1. I did it.

I think I like it.

It's only a demi.

Only 8 weeks.

If you don't like it.

Get over it and wait 7 weeks.

Hillary Facebook Photo Challenge

This is my 30 Day photo Thing... condensed into 4 minutes. ENJOY! There is no music to the video- so feel free to pick your own.

Piece of Lettuce.

Second grade. Outside is pouring rain. While sitting in class, out the window it almost looks as if someone dumped an entire swimming pool onto the school. While I sit there, ignoring everything my teacher has to say, I begin to debate with myself what puddles are going to be the largest to jump in during recess.

As the blackened rain clouds become washed out by the flash of lightening, each of us shriek with delight. Loud whispers pass between everyone "did you see that?" As my teacher was slowly beginning to get control back of the class, the thundered roared loudly. Needless to say, we all lost it! The principal came on over the intercom and announced that everyone was to stay inside the building for the reminder of the day. At that point... My teacher had no hope of regaining control. Her students were too far gone.

SWEEEEEET! That means indoor lunch and recess!!! My best friend and I look at each other eagerly. O the games we'll play as a class during our recess! Heads up 7-up maybe? Or will we play hot potato while SITTING ON OUR DESKS? O the possibilities are endless.

Indoor lunch meant that we were to go down to the cafeteria, get our food, come back to class, and eat at our desks. And that is just what we were doing. My best friend and I were eating our salads and seriously discussing the important things in life. Like boys, dance classes, and gia pets. As my best friend was telling me of the mysteries of life (according to an eight year old), I went to take a bite of my ranch drenched salad.

And that is the moment it happened. As I opened my mouth to insert the leafy green, it dropped. Right off my fork. Right onto my desk. I looked down at it, and before I look up, my best friend MID-SENTENCE says "didn't yo mamma ever teach yo mannas?" I giggle a little bit to myself, look in her eyes laugh. I open my mouth to make an excuse as to why that happened. The fork was defective. She was distracting me. Something. As my lips part to make this whole situation not my fault... I burped. Scratch that. I BELCHED.

This completely took me by surprise. My eyes widened and I sat there starring at my friend. I had already opened my mouth for a response, so I had to give her one. Quickly following, and without missing a beat, once the belched stopped I "matter-of-fact-ly" and smuggly replied "nope." Neither of us were able to finish our lunched because we were laughing so hard.

And there it is. My funny, happy memory from grade school. As you've finished reading this, I'm sure you've just shugged your shoulders and said "huh, I guess you had to be there." To which I want to tell you... no. You didn't. It was funny then. And 11 years later, it's still very funny.

Nostalgia: A Sentimental Yearning for the Happiness of a Former Place or Time.

Work took very "you scratch my back, I'll scratch yours" approach the other. Favors where being done by me and for me all day. But not a single favor compared to that of T.J.

You see, there is a nurse at work, who, no matter what you do or how you do it, you're doing it wrong. I had no idea I was so incredibly bad at my job till I walked into her room. I eventually got tired of her condescending remarks and looked directly in her eyes, without hiding a single shred of the "say one more thing and I'll consider slapping you" look in my eyes. Needless to say, there could have been a smack down. It would have been epic. But TJ was there to calm me, and even let me walk out of the room... TWICE.

Incredibly grateful towards this act of kindness, and flat out charity, I turned to him and said "If I could bake, I would bake you something for this. But I can't. So I'm not even going to offer." Completely expecting a "well, it's the thought that counts" response, he looks at me and makes a request.

A blog post. A happy blog post. Something Nostalgic. I asked for clarification, and with every example he gave me it involved school, and my mother. A happy childhood memory. There is only one problem with this request... I'm a terrible "happy" writer. I don't have those adjectives when writing. I do when talking, and I feel as if I have the vibe of a generally pleasant person, but you'd never know by reading anything I've written. So here they are. My attempt at a cheerful blog post. My apologies in advanced for the repeated adjectives, and possible lack of imagery. I will do my best with the task at hand. Also, I have two events I'm going to share. They fullfill both the request of school, and of my mother.

The next two posts, are my something Noastalgic. My Sentimental yearning for the happiness of a former place or time.

Friends in Low Places.

A quick little note on friends. Recently i've been going through a big switch in friends. Not because my old friends were bad- or anything along those lines. But it seems as if they're moving forward in their life, and though i am as well- i'm not moving that way. So new friends. I've been thinking alot about "friends"... I decided a simple truth- these video's below... are friendship. What more is a friendship to be based on then a pure little rap? Friendship=Rap and