I'm currently watching The Hurt Locker. Well sort of, since I'm blogging too. All I can think about while watching is Mac. Knowing he's in an environment like this movie just makes it more of a reality. It's sad how things only affect us or makes us realize things when it's more personal. It's understandable, of course. But, for us to only comprehend something or understand it more when it only applies to us irks me. I'd love to be able to have something be understood and feel it, without it having to be personal. However, that's not how we're wired.
One of the characters, James, reminds me a lot of you. The "I don't give a shit" attitude is completely you (well not completely). James has no fear of dying. Sometimes, I think that is the only way to live. Without fear. You completely have no inhibitions of the "what if" questions. You could take in the beauty of the situation without the nagging tug of fear. What an incredible way to live.
Mac, if you ever read this I hope you realize how proud I am of you. You are an incredible person, and I'm so blessed to have you in my life. I pray for your safety. I can't wait for you to come home.
All my love and prayers go to you Mac. I miss you more than words can say.
Simple Believer.
March 31, 2010
March 23, 2010
lyrics make the world go 'round.
Tonight I had to complete a 50 point (as in 50 points of your entire grade..)homework assignment. Blah. I don't want to leave Auburn, but I will not miss pointless assignments that don't benefit my reason for taking the course at all.
Since I can never focus in my apartment, I came to the library. Oh, Ralph Brown Draughon Library. It can be a social scene, if not careful. That's why I have my area in the library. I always go there. It's my focus area. I plugged in my earphones and pulled up Pandora (my current obsession, for reals). I absolutely love, love Pandora. It introduces you to so many new artists and exposes you to new music. It knocks me out of my comfort zone on my iPod.
Pandora brought back old memories tonight. Stone Temple Pilots came on and I zoned out to high school again. Mrs. Henderson's Spanish 3 class to be exact. She was no Mr. Hitson, but Senora Henderson never cease to amaze us with her shoes incessantly slapping her heels as she walked up and down the aisles always babbling on about something. My only sanity in that class was Lindsay Epton (thanks so much Sunshine). We had bonding sessions over Stone Temple Pilots that were often interrupted by Senora. Mainly one lyric stuck out to us:
If you should die before me ask if you could bring a friend.
It seemed so monumental at the time of our discussions of that song. I wrote it on any note that we passed to each other. We had probably 12 people in that class, so imagine our attempts at sneaky note passing.
It strikes me now, though. We loved that lyric for the meaning. Lyrics are incredible pieces of writing. It's an art form and often only liked when it has a catchy tune, unfortunately. I love lyrics that stick to you and make you think. Lyrics that catch you are the best.
So now the one lyric that has my heart (for a reason that will remain nameless..)
Fly me to the moon, let me play among the stars
To sum my ramble up neatly: Lyrics make the world go 'round.
simple believer.
Since I can never focus in my apartment, I came to the library. Oh, Ralph Brown Draughon Library. It can be a social scene, if not careful. That's why I have my area in the library. I always go there. It's my focus area. I plugged in my earphones and pulled up Pandora (my current obsession, for reals). I absolutely love, love Pandora. It introduces you to so many new artists and exposes you to new music. It knocks me out of my comfort zone on my iPod.
Pandora brought back old memories tonight. Stone Temple Pilots came on and I zoned out to high school again. Mrs. Henderson's Spanish 3 class to be exact. She was no Mr. Hitson, but Senora Henderson never cease to amaze us with her shoes incessantly slapping her heels as she walked up and down the aisles always babbling on about something. My only sanity in that class was Lindsay Epton (thanks so much Sunshine). We had bonding sessions over Stone Temple Pilots that were often interrupted by Senora. Mainly one lyric stuck out to us:
If you should die before me ask if you could bring a friend.
It seemed so monumental at the time of our discussions of that song. I wrote it on any note that we passed to each other. We had probably 12 people in that class, so imagine our attempts at sneaky note passing.
It strikes me now, though. We loved that lyric for the meaning. Lyrics are incredible pieces of writing. It's an art form and often only liked when it has a catchy tune, unfortunately. I love lyrics that stick to you and make you think. Lyrics that catch you are the best.
So now the one lyric that has my heart (for a reason that will remain nameless..)
Fly me to the moon, let me play among the stars
To sum my ramble up neatly: Lyrics make the world go 'round.
simple believer.
March 21, 2010
Something I've been debating on recently: my future. I'm so used to knowing what will happen next. Elementary school, check. Middle school, check. High school, check. College, well that's about to be checked off. One more step before I finish college and that's my internship. My major is Child Life. But will I be a Child Life Specialist? I have to complete an internship underneath a certified CLS. That's fine and everything. One problem. My ultimate dream is to work with children from suffering countries and film documentaries.
But will I ever get my chance? I'm uneasy about the future because of this. I don't have a guaranteed next step like I have had my entire life. What am I going to do? I'd love to work in a program that works with children from suffering countries. I'd love to learn the world. I want to soak in culture and realize what is beyond the good ole South.
Pray for me.
Simple Believer
But will I ever get my chance? I'm uneasy about the future because of this. I don't have a guaranteed next step like I have had my entire life. What am I going to do? I'd love to work in a program that works with children from suffering countries. I'd love to learn the world. I want to soak in culture and realize what is beyond the good ole South.
Pray for me.
Simple Believer
March 16, 2010
When I had to think of a name for this blogging site, I had no idea. I wanted it to be catchy, but it had to mean something to me. I don't know if the name is catchy, but the latter applies. Simple Believer. That's me.
I'm a huge fan of simplicity, that's a major fact. Throw in drama, complications, mixed signals and I attempt (kind of) to juggle it. I think simplicity is completely overlooked. Life moves at the speed of light, and something as.. simple.. as stopping to notice, "Hey, the sky is gorgeous today. No clouds. The most beautiful shade of blue" is overtaken by our racing thoughts of what to do next, where to go, who to see. It's so tiring that we forget the beauty around us. I'm not talking about beauty as in appealing sights. I'm talking about rawness. Seeing a kind action, realizing how truly blessed you are, noticing pure talent. It's something we overlook in the hurry and bustle of our lives. So that became my first name: Simple.
This past summer I got my first (and only) tattoo. I've always wanted one, but I knew it had to mean something to me. I started thinking of important and meaningful things. One: Spanish. I adore the language and have been greatly influenced by my grandfather, P-Body. So my tattoo had to be in spanish. Two: it had to be short. To the point. One statement. So my solution? One word. I wanted it to be a definition of me. So what was me? I'm still not sure. If you ask me who I am.. I don't know how I would answer. I do believe I am a lover of all. But honestly, tattooing that on me? Lover? Amante? I work with children, misconstrue central! Then it hit me: I'm a believer. Of God, music, love, friends, family, laughing, children, culture, reading, open mindedness, healing, mistakes, being unsure, lyrics, poetry. I'm a believer of too many things to list without you, if anyone is reading this, Xing out of this page. So I had a white tattoo inked into my left wrist saying: creyente. believer. My second name: Beliver.
I don't know exactly who I am, I am many elements. I do know one thing though. I am a simple believer.
I'm a huge fan of simplicity, that's a major fact. Throw in drama, complications, mixed signals and I attempt (kind of) to juggle it. I think simplicity is completely overlooked. Life moves at the speed of light, and something as.. simple.. as stopping to notice, "Hey, the sky is gorgeous today. No clouds. The most beautiful shade of blue" is overtaken by our racing thoughts of what to do next, where to go, who to see. It's so tiring that we forget the beauty around us. I'm not talking about beauty as in appealing sights. I'm talking about rawness. Seeing a kind action, realizing how truly blessed you are, noticing pure talent. It's something we overlook in the hurry and bustle of our lives. So that became my first name: Simple.
This past summer I got my first (and only) tattoo. I've always wanted one, but I knew it had to mean something to me. I started thinking of important and meaningful things. One: Spanish. I adore the language and have been greatly influenced by my grandfather, P-Body. So my tattoo had to be in spanish. Two: it had to be short. To the point. One statement. So my solution? One word. I wanted it to be a definition of me. So what was me? I'm still not sure. If you ask me who I am.. I don't know how I would answer. I do believe I am a lover of all. But honestly, tattooing that on me? Lover? Amante? I work with children, misconstrue central! Then it hit me: I'm a believer. Of God, music, love, friends, family, laughing, children, culture, reading, open mindedness, healing, mistakes, being unsure, lyrics, poetry. I'm a believer of too many things to list without you, if anyone is reading this, Xing out of this page. So I had a white tattoo inked into my left wrist saying: creyente. believer. My second name: Beliver.
I don't know exactly who I am, I am many elements. I do know one thing though. I am a simple believer.
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