master Dongshan:

"If you try to see it with the eyes, you'll never get it. It's only when you see with the ears and hear with the eyes that you will truly understand the Dharma of thusness"

I'm Unhappy

sorry

Emotion Reel

I wish I had a baby to take pictures of. Their emotions are much more happier than anyone else's no matter how much Red Bull you drink. Or how much prozac you take. There's no emotion more pure than a baby's.

Fall Back

After ten long days away in Italy I was not once homesick for my dad, my home, my dog, my bed, my shower, my car, my hammock, my roof, my computer, or my cute shoes. The source of this uncommonness: Home doesn't make me feel happy. It's a little depressing, but true. Home is where I want to throw up my meals, I don't but where I wish I did. Home is where I work hard for next to nothing. Home is where I don't earn money to become something better. Home is where I don't exercise. Home is where I hate having friends come. Home is where I'm fat. Home is where I cry. Home is where I scream. Home is basically where I feel unimportant, insecure, unhappy, incompetent, unintelligent, and hopeless.

Lizard Upon Pompeii!

Rainy Inside and Out

Comfy Colors

my First Home Accessory

Reign of Love

Cliché

I feel like people use this technic way too much; it's turning into a cliché

Pros and Cons

After such a long time without writing anything that came to mind, I couldn't help but wonder if it was helping or hurting me. But I did accomplish quite a bit while I didn't "blog." I stopped using the word "retarded" period. Not even to mean when someone is actually mentally challenged. I think every time I said it, I cringed a little, one day just enough to make me stop. I got an A in Math for the first time since seventh grade; even though it's Trig with Algebra (a standard class), but my teacher is kind of a dick, so I think it evens out to be an honors class. I can't remember if I got an A in French while I wasn't "blogging". But either way I got one, and that hasn't happened since middle school too. So that was quite pleasant. I had my own photo shoot that really meant something. And with that, I realized I wanted to do such things for the rest of my life. But, without "blogging" some badness did enrapture. I think I lost a friend. I don't know exactly which one, but I do feel tired of people. Some days it's good, and some days it's bad, but mostly just ew. And I've had thoughts where I wish mysterious bruises would end up on my body, so my bad driving or lazy actions would end. Nothing has washed up on my shores, thank goodness, but I don't want to be receiving SOS's like that ever really. Seeing that I am now posting, I guess my relationship with this thing is still yet to be completely revealed.

Enjoying the First REAL Snow this Winter

I LOVE the PRESIDENT ELECT

There's no one I look up to more. He was the man I saw over a year ago in Baltimore, when he was only a beakon of hope [well, not really only, that really is something], but then he transmuted into an historical figure and the hero of The United States of America. So hats off and good luck to President Obama, First Lady Michelle Obama, Sasha and Malia! May you meet what issues you will meet, support and do your own thing (work it), and transition well into a new place. I love seeing them. It's just too good to be true. WE DESERVE IT! THANK YOU, BARACK!

Gum Chewer

I think the most sad/depressing part about growing up is the reoccurring realizations of fun or exciting things ending. Or maybe that's just all the time, any time. I just hate it when good things end. Like a good year. Or the surprise of Christmas morning. Or even the end of a good meal, where you're not chewing anymore, and your mouth no longer really knows what to do with itself. I used to think that's what they invented gum for; to let the mouth still get a work-our even after a meal. But, then you have to spit out your gum after it goes bad... so there's always that cold shock of nothing-ness. UGH! I just hate change, but at the same time I love it: BARACK!!!

Chah--LAY! {charlier}

Some favorites Over the yesrs from google image

This guy knows what he's doing; motivate me on my drive to schoooooool in der mornin' CHarlie from "It's Always Sunny in Philidelphia" aka possible dumpster babyor Frank's sun.

Brandom Flower from THE KILLERS, one of my favorite bands, and the only band today with the possibility of being inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of fame. New songs of there are def. on my top 25; such as Human, Spaceman, and Losing Touch.

The mystifyingly hansom star of one my favorite tv series of ALLLLLL time; "Arrested development." And I believe he wrote a few of the eps too. what a numba one stunna!!

whistle whistle

What do people want to possibly read these days? It's hard to write about this without being a senic or sarcastic.

Lately...

"I'll never forget them" I just love these crazy [shwayze] windows. I love how the light of the letters are faded to reflect the time passing.

I LOVE LOOOOOOONG EXPOSURE!

United People of the World

Something about Post Secret makes me cringe inside. The fact that people can't say certain things without a curtain covering their identities. I mean some people "come-out" through Post Secret. How they cannot say that to those they love is herendously disturbing and sad. Are we not the nation who just elected our first black president who took no money from lobbyists therefore free from corruption. It makes hardly any sense. Not to mention, after recently seeing the new film "Milk", Harvey Milk's story was historical as well. They both paved the way. It would be an understatement if I said this made me feel uneasy. On the flip side, I'm only human, I wanna know everything about everyone. The vulnerability and freedom people reflect through Postsecret reassures me that we're united as people of the world. Knowing that so many people suffer from the same things you do is in fact reassuring. And understanfing that other people have grown from the same place as you have is refreshing. I like it.