Truthfully..

This isn't going to be in depth; this is going to be brief.
It's going to be full of grammatical errors and misspellings, so prepare-

This is my life in a nutshell

Currently my life is insane.
Constantly going never stopping.
Always something to do
Always something that needs to be done.
Going from one place to another
Either making 100's of caffeine induced beverages
Or sitting in a classroom letting my brain soak up knowledge
Of every detail & crevice of the wonderful Oral Cavity.
The other scarce spare moments are spent with my lovely boyfriend
& friends & family.

I keep forgetting to eat
& I hardly get to sleep.
Because of this I'm constantly
grumpy, dizzy & seeing floaters.
But I'm learning to suck it up, put a smile
on my face and prepare for the next day.
I'm learning to adjust &
so are those that are a part of my life.
My life is happy and full.
And I'm happy & well..not quite full.

There are many times throughout the day where I crave
wanting to sit down & write like I use to, but I realize
with my current lifestyle there are things that have to
be sacrificed & writing has been one of them.
Unfortunately. Although, that doesn't mean that I have
stopped all together. If you look through my phone you can
find the Notepad app completely packed with pages of thoughts,
poems, revelations, prose, and lyrics. I have to take it where I can
get it, even if that means typing while I'm driving or on a 10 minute
break from class or work or even being awaken in the middle of the night with an a epiphany.

My classes are filled with 25 different uniquely beautiful girls. It's only the 2nd week but somehow we've all already created a bond. Which is definitely for the good since we're stuck with each other for the next year :) I use to dread school, but the girls & my main professor (I will tell more about him when I have the time but he's a really an amazingly inspiring person. He's been through a lot yet still always is positive with a smile on his face and is overwhelmingly helpful.) are pretty much to die for & I find myself looking forward to each next day at 6am.

I currently have all A's
Have 20 hours of class time per week
Hold down 30 work hours a week
Have a best friend in Atlanta
Have a boyfriend in South Augusta

And somehow manage all of the above
while finding some scarce time to sleep & eat.

God, I don't know how i do it...
or how I'd do any of it without you.

My Closet.

Before

(Yes, I am quite aware of how atrocious this is.)

After
:)

Just one of the many things that I have (yet to ) accomplish(ed).

We Wear the Mask

WE wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.

Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.

We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!

--Paul Laurence Dunbar

The more you strive to make others happy the more unhappy you yourself will become.

Thank you Life for reminding me of a lesson I have learned numerous times before.

-- On a brighter note here's my current favorite Fifi:
Fifi Lapin wears Betsey Johnson.

So cute!

In exactly 30 days I will be twenty three. Yes, 23.

It's not that I feel that 23 is considered "old," it's just the last age I will be before freaking out about getting old and gray. A year from now when I turn 24 I will be thinking, Holy Moses, only 1 more year & I will be 25! And well, from there it's just downhill. 26 Bahhh..let's not even discuss 30.

Upon my yet another birthday I realized there are things that make me old. Not in an age sense but some of the things I enjoy, the way I live. I made a mental list & now I have decided to share with you:

1. I am obsessed with my planner & planning, schedules & scheduling + To Do lists etc.
2. I enjoy cleaning more than your average person.
3. I crochet blankets, scarves etc.
4. I correct grammar & spelling like an English teaching Nazi.
5. I love sleep.
6. I eat healthy most of the time & always excercise.
7. Every morning on my break at work I read the NY Times with my coffee & do the crossword puzzle of the day.
8. I drink lots of water & take all my vitamins.
9. Organizing makes me feel accomplished and is actually quite enjoyable.
10. Last but not least I could eat these for breakfast lunch & dinner:

Mmm..rice cakes

Civil war graveyard

Having the interest in history & in wars like I do, I decided to take a little drive to this tiny serene spot that surprisingly turned out to be hauntingly beautiful.

This grave was of a Civil war soldier &
the following stones were where his family members were lain.

She was 24, basically my age.
Childbirth would be my guess at cause of death,
but that's nothing factual.

2 years old :( Probably the result of lack of
medication and medical knowledge. So sad.Look carefully. There appears to be a boy standing amidst the
graveyard yet he wasn't there when the shot was taken.
Only kidding of course.
The remains of where they had once lived.
How crazy!


Well that is all I have for now. Sorry Blogspot, I sort of suck at keeping up with you. Until then!


xo,
Joy Beth

My fridge should look a little something like this

Droplets

As I currently type and as each of one of my fingers extends to a key in some sort of rhythmic pattern in order to relay to you my thoughts, my lover is in his warm cozy bed & my other half is at home preparing to make the two hour drive to grace me with her loveliness tomorrow morning. Life is good.

The rain is pouring down outside and lightning is lighting up the night sky as it stretches into oblivion. The thunder booms and shakes my foundation and it’s in this moment that I realize how blessed I am.

Lately I’ve had a lot on my mind. I always have a lot on my mind, but more so as of late and it's been making me sick. I’m known to analyze everyone and everything to every square inch but it’s not always healthy. Walking into a room, I unconsciously and unintentionally scan everyone and everything in it without even a mere glance. I can tell you conversations that 3 different groups of people spread across a room are having, the unfortunate outfit a lady is flaunting, how many times the creepy looking guy has glanced at someone, and how many sips a girl has taken from her Diet Coke. I don't do it on purpose I suppose it’s just the way I function. Details mean more to me than most. Details are the make up of everything.

I believe my mind works in overdrive.
Sometimes I can't even handle everything that goes through it at once.

I’m always the one the people in my life come to during a crisis or when they need a good talk, and I don’t mind it in the least. I want to be that person. Yet, when it comes time for when I need to talk to someone or my head needs clearing – I keep my mouth shut and my mind brews and spills over like an overflowing coffee pot. Messes are made from these spills which in return leave me cleaning up after myself. So much wordy-analytical-theoretical-analogy-reasoning garbage. And God, do I know how to make a mess.

Writing is where I clear my mind, where I let my words flow. Flowing out through the ventricles of my brain and spilling over to the grip and swift movements of my hand or into the tickling of my fingertips onto this keyboard. I wish I could show someone some of my thoughts, maybe someday I will. But for now I only scribe these thoughts deeply into the recycled aftermath of long dead trees. For they can't see or tell. I’m afraid it’d be too much for some to take in, nothing cruel, gruesome, or even inappropriate. Just an understanding and mind frame beyond what most could grasp or even begin to understand.

God, there’s no such thing as stability, there’s nothing promised, nothing concrete here. How can we prosper with that sheer fact?

Once every couple of months I go through this stage where I’m tired of constantly refilling the bottomless. I get tired of eating, knowing I’ll only be hungry again. I get tired of drinking, knowing that I’ll only be thirsty again. I get tired of sleeping, knowing that I’ll only need rest again. I get tired of the same old music knowing that even the "new" will eventually be categorized with the "old." There’s something that never gets quenched - never gets fulfilled. Always hungry, thirsty, craving and longing for something or someone, when nothing lasts forever. We despise, mourn and try to prevent death – even when we know that it’s inevitable. We long for true love yet hurt like hell when it goes wrong. Our bodies, minds, and emotions crave and long for things that this life will never be able to give us. The way that this world works, the way that everything is only a momentary fulfillment – that is how I know that we are created for another world. This is not home. This is not my home.

Infatuated

I must collect all of these!

Bones

I clench my jaw tightly

Swallowing the reality that control is only a figment of the imagination
People swing in and out of my life
As carefree and effortlessly as a child on a playground
Everyone and everything may desert me
Even the weight from my own body
But the one thing that will remain
Are these bones.

This past week I have done the unthinkable:

-I have peed in a portapotty
-I have let go & moved on from crappy “friends”
-I have begun running at least 2 miles 4+ days a week
-I have been getting 7+ hours of sleep. No more napping at midnight for 3 hours and calling it “sleep.”
-I have cleaned my closet. All that time I thought I didn’t have enough clothes – turns out I could clothe each child in China for a week with all the apparel I have accumulated.
-I have begun looking forward to classes, actually becoming excited
-I paid my bills a week in advance
-And had money left over (:
-I have started finishing books that I began years and years ago
-I picked back up old hobbies


The next couple of weeks, months, everything is about to be kicked into high gear. I just don’t want to lose sight of the here & now. I know it won’t be long before I’m looking back on these same summer days & reminiscing the simplicity of life as it once was.

I'll admit, I'm a little lost. Just trying to find my way.

Lately I’ve been running along the same path that I use to conquer on a day to day basis over 10 years ago. The same path that I won blue ribbons and set new time records on. The same path that I ran with a clear mind and an infant like conscious; oblivious to the world around me because of my shape-less mind that had yet to be molded by the cares and reality of the world. These days I run with a different mind, with different thoughts, and a very different body yet all in one still the same.

Upon the first couple of runs I realized that things had changed dramatically. My wheezing scarred lungs from pneumonia years passed – one of the two top reasons why I stopped running; my aging nearsighted eyes, the womanly lumps and bumps that replace the once young toned tomboy body; and my mind that now over thinks, over analyzes every step and every breath and doesn’t believe in myself like it once did years ago.

Now knowing what I know now, 10 years ago while I was running this same path my brother was losing his religion. With every step that I took Intellect was conquering his faith but I didn’t know. Who knew that one of the same girls that ran with me would be killed prematurely in a car accident at the age of 20 and a young boy would hang himself in his garage only 2 years later for his parents to find? Who knew that within the next year I would battle for my life only to lose it face down in the toilet every night for 4 months? Who knew all the circumstances and obstacles the upcoming years would bring my way? Your way? We don’t nor will we ever. Look back. Who’ve you become?

Strange whimsical dreams

I was sharing with someone a strange dream I had the other night & now I care to share it with you.

Last night I dreamed that a cat swallowed another cat & it was still alive living inside of it. Somewhat like Jonah & the whale. I tried talking to the cannibal cat into spitting out the other. Sure enough he said he would but he kept putting me off day after day.

Finally a week went by & I started worrying that the consumed cat had died since it hadn't eaten in a week's time. Finally one day the consuming cat said that the day had come & it was time to spit out the swallowed cat, but first it needed a cigarette before beginning this strange yet painful process. ( Somehow, in this dream, as all dreams, I had some past knowledge that this cat was a smoker and had been trying to quit for a month's time.) In reply to that request I told the nicotine driven cat that I would bake it cookies instead if only he could grant me my request.

Well, the cookies were baked & after presenting the fresh batch of cookies & the inhalation of them from the cat swallowing cat, I noticed that the enormous lump in it's belly, that was due to the swallowed cat, was no longer there. I asked the cookie eating cat & it was then that he told me during the night while he was sleeping, the swallowed cat walked out of his body and entered the world. I felt jipped.

Strange. I know.

"There is something inherently selfish about not allowing the love that you are capable of see the light of day for fear it will someday cause you pain.

Of course it will cause you pain.

It's the risk of pain that creates the love in the first place. I think I had come to want the love without the risk, but that was an illusion. There isn't such a thing."

-Donald Miller

I've always lived with the mentality of Not asking anyone for anything if I'm capable and am able to do so myself, yet apparently some others don't think nor live like that. At all.

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Shannon Blackwell Photography

Today I received my new debit card in the mail & upon doing so
I began to wonder how much damage this new piece of plastic will
do in years to come. And from that thought I began to think about
what and where would I spend an endless amount of money.

Here is a short off the top of my head list of places & things that I could spend ungodly amounts of money at/on:
- Barnes & Noble
- art supplies
- Michael's
- tea cups
- coffee mugs
- Sephora
- philosophy's line
- sun dresses
- Victoria's Secret
- facial masques, scrubs, peels, moisturizers, detoxifiers, pore minimizers - all that skin care junk
- Redken hair products
- cute strappy sandals & shoes that I'll wear all of 2 times & then end up giving to Goodwill next summer
- Anthropologie
- Urban Outfitters
- hand bags
& that's all I can think of
For now. :)

And this is all I have to say..

John Calvin, you grieve me.

The theological point of view of Calvinism was recently discussed in conversation and once again brought to my attention, and before I state my opinions that are stemmed from biblical scriptures, let me give a recap of what Calvinism stands for.

1. They state that man's nature is completely sinful
2. God chooses whom to save
3. Jesus died only for those he would save
4. God's grace can't be turned down and salvation cannot be lost.

First & foremost I don't know how anyone can believe that God died for a chosen few when John 3:16 clearly states, "For God so loved THE WORLD that he gave his only begotten son that WHO SO EVER believeth in him shall not perish but have everlasting life." Where in that scripture does it state that God only died for a chosen few? It's awful that some believe that they are "God's Elite" and that he chose them among others. Must we be reminded that Pride is the exact reasoning for Lucifer's downfall? God chose EVERYONE. It's our choice if we choose HIM. It really grieves me to know that there are non believers who come into churches and are excited and want to know and learn more about Christianity, yet when they are presented with this Calvinism principle they have to feel hurt and rejected, thinking that God doesn't love them or want them and didn't choose them. Who would want to serve a God like that? A rejecting clicky God? It also states, "Choose ye this day whom you will serve." Therefore, yes, you can turn your back on God. I am not one to say that you can lose your salvation because the true character of a man's heart and motives of a man is only known by God himself, so we have no right to judge and say who is a Christian and who is not because we do not know.

It has been brought to my attention once again, how interesting theology really is. C.S. Lewis, I still fully intend on completing all of your pieces this year & this debated topic has sparked my interest which is direly needed and necessary in order to complete such an accomplishment.

By grace through faith alone, not by works or by obedience is salvation affirmed.
- Charles Grandison Finney

Works are the evidence of faith. The presence of unrepentant sin is the evidence that a person does not have saving faith.

- Charles Grandison Finney

Shannon Blackwell Photography

"Surround yourself with people who celebrate you,not tolerate you."

-- Michaela Adele Mitchell

aka: my very first best friend.

The Lock & Dam with my Love.

You can never truly know light until you know & contrast it against the dark.
And you can never know what's right until you've been with the wrong.

Land of waterfalls

All of the shots you can find on my myspace album titled "Summer 2009"

Michael Jackson

1959-2009

Yesterday, "The King of Pop," as he was well known as, left this Earth. I've never really been a fan of Michael Jackson, if anything I've always been one of those who made jokes about him but the news of his death really shook me up.

Max and I had just left my house and were going out to eat when I heard the news & at that moment I wanted to be in my still quiet room all alone. Death scares me. And the unpredictable and sudden death of Michael Jackson reminded me just how fragile life really is. My least favorite part of life is death, which sounds like quite the oxymoron but it is in fact a part of life. It's not so much me, myself dying, it's losing the ones I love to death that I find more than bearable. Yet I know regardless of if I'm ready for it or not, inevitably it's still going to happen.

I thought about "Neverland," and all the wealth and "things," Jackson had accumulated over his life time. None of that matters now. In a quick instance and a draw of one last breath all of that was lost. All of that had no worth really to begin with. Life is about love & the people in your life. The memories you make and the legacy you leave behind. What do you want to be remembered as when you leave this Earth?

Live Your Life.

Make a Difference.

Latest Sketch

"Hollow Folk"

Love. It's never the wrong answer.

We drank the sun
And killed the night
Fought the sleep
And won.

Still

one of my favorite pictures
ever

I'm an Idealist.

ENFP
Extraverted Intuitive Feeling Perceiving

I took this test & read up on this type,
& honestly it describes me to a T.

Idealist Portrait of the Champion (ENFP)
Like the other Idealists, Champions are rather rare, say two or three percent of the population, but even more than the others they consider intense emotional experiences as being vital to a full life. Champions have a wide range and variety of emotions, and a great passion for novelty. They see life as an exciting drama, pregnant with possibilities for both good and evil, and they want to experience all the meaningful events and fascinating people in the world. The most outgoing of the Idealists, Champions often can't wait to tell others of their extraordinary experiences. Champions can be tireless in talking with others, like fountains that bubble and splash, spilling over their own words to get it all out. And usually this is not simple storytelling; Champions often speak (or write) in the hope of revealing some truth about human experience, or of motivating others with their powerful convictions. Their strong drive to speak out on issues and events, along with their boundless enthusiasm and natural talent with language, makes them the most vivacious and inspiring of all the types.

Fiercely individualistic, Champions strive toward a kind of personal authenticity, and this intention always to be themselves is usually quite attractive to others. At the same time, Champions have outstanding intuitive powers and can tell what is going on inside of others, reading hidden emotions and giving special significance to words or actions. In fact, Champions are constantly scanning the social environment, and no intriguing character or silent motive is likely to escape their attention. Far more than the other Idealists, Champions are keen and probing observers of the people around them, and are capable of intense concentration on another individual. Their attention is rarely passive or casual. On the contrary, Champions tend to be extra sensitive and alert, always ready for emergencies, always on the lookout for what's possible.

Champions are good with people and usually have a wide range of personal relationships. They are warm and full of energy with their friends. They are likable and at ease with colleagues, and handle their employees or students with great skill. They are good in public and on the telephone, and are so spontaneous and dramatic that others love to be in their company. Champions are positive, exuberant people, and often their confidence in the goodness of life and of human nature makes good things happen.

Joan Baez, Phil Donahue, Paul Robeson, Bill Moyer, Elizibeth Cady Stanton, Joeseph Campbell, Edith Wharton, Sargent Shriver, Charles Dickens, and Upton Sinclair are examples of Idealist Champions


--xo,
Joy Beth

Truth.

What is RIGHT.
It is not subjective, it is factual.
It is nothing we can change, it is something the universe was created with from day one and will exist until the end no matter if we like it, or choose to even acknowledge it.

Nothing as shallow as a human mind can change the facts.

It is not about an opinion or subjectivity, it is as different and controversial from wrong as a rainy day is from a sunny day. We can say that we perceive the rainy day as a sunny day, but that doesn't make the rainy day suddenly transform and morph into a sunny day & it most certainly doesn't change the reality that it is still in fact a rainy day. The Weather man himself, the
"ever so educated" can say that what we once called a rainy day is now in fact a sunny day, but it doesn't change what it is.

It is what it is.

Nothing any human can say or do will change the fact of what something is or isn't.
The thing that clouds our minds and creates the ever so confusing notorious "gray smudge," is the want to comfort ourselves from the things that we wrongfully want, crave, and have done that we know aren't right. The self justification that "we aren't in the wrong." It's very easy to believe the exact things that your ears want to hear. Everyone wants to believe that he or she is a good person, but everyone is full of faults even at their best. Don't let the fact that everyone is sinful be an excuse for the things that you do; to be that infamous "gray smudge."
In all things, strive for the Excellence.

--xo,
Joy Beth

The Currents of Change.

Once again, here I am dear blogspot & I have yet again left you alone and neglected for quite some time now. I guess I could quiet the questions with the excuse of my personal laptop being infected with dear ol' spyware, but who has time for excuses anyways?

My current life has been absolute and utter craziness, and I'd have it no other way. I've been making a trip or two to Atlanta every week & within a year or two I will reside there and will call that city my home. The culture and diversity there is so immense, the people are so interesting & I could spend hours riding a bike to and from different boutiques, galleries, & museums. That's the type of place I want to call "home." Somewhere I am surrounded & saturated in creativity. I've lived in Augusta my whole 22 1/2 years of existence & it has been quiet and nice. But once faces from the past that I've said bye to with good reason become like the Recycling process & come circling back around out of entertainment & convenience, it becomes clear that it is time to say Goodbye & Hello to a new town & a new life.

It's crazy the things we will do for & because of "convenience," but that's another story..

+ having my best friend live within the city limits is the icing on the cake of it all :)

Isn't if funny how it takes only about a month to get to know someone, yet it takes decades & in some cases, one's own lifetime to truly get to know one's own self?

Fortunately for me, I fall under the category of the "decade" group. A couple decades + 2 1/2 to be exact. I now truly know what I want to do for a living & I actually have for quite some time now. But because I didn't follow my heart when I graduated & listened to others, second guessed myself & abilities & got scared, I now am going to have to take the longer "detour" route, if I may. Somehow, some way, I know this detour was all a part of His plan even though I may not see it now, I know it.

It's crazy how life brings about different types of people. It's crazy the roles they play & how some of them change a little bit of you. Others start of with one "you," & when they're done you're a whole new "You," a whole different person. Some of them chew you up & spit you out, others mold you, teach you, bring out the better person in you, and when their role in your life is complete and yours in theirs, you're left as a better person than you were before you began your journey with them. I've dealt with the change, I've seen the good & I've seen the bad. No matter the circumstances or situations you go through or that even others put you through, how you deal with them is all up to YOU. The person that you evolve into because of these people & situations is ultimately up to you. Let that be your comfort when bad things happen that feel totally and completely out of your control. You have control of what you do with you and what's been giving to you & who you become is because of YOU.

It's like August Boatright said in The Secret Life of Bees, "Some people start off one way & when life gets done with them they're completely someone else." I know I've changed the past couple of months & anyone who knows me well that spends a day with me can tell it too. At the beginning of the change I let bitterness harden my heart & I became someone I despised. Being a backfiring people pleaser for so many years,.. well there's only so much one can take. But that's the beauty of it all, there's always room for change & as long as life goes on there is always time & room for improvement.

That's the funny thing about us humans, we despise & fight against change when we know it is an essential & inevitable part of life. We fight to hold on & we fight to let go. If you aren't changing you aren't existing.

With all of this being said, I'm taking my last slurp of my third cup of coffee. I am forever an incurable, hopelessly happy coffee addict & I wouldn't have it any other way. Now that I have a few spare hours I'm headed over to Barnes & Noble to read up & rekindle my love for Dreamology, especially after the insane dream I had last night...but that my dear is another story.

xo
Joy Beth

Rainy days

It's rainy & cold outside and it's been storming since 4:45 this morning when I had to crawl out of my warm, Joy-eating bed & get ready for work.

I love days like these.

Days where spending countless hours out and about enjoying the sun & pretty weather has crossed itself off of the Things To Do Today list, & there is nothing more to do but to do the things you want & enjoy doing, yet never have/make enough time for. Today I want nothing more than to read, paint, write, sip on homemade early gray tea lattes & spend a day to myself; spend some Joy time.

I haven't had any of that in the past month.

The past couple weeks have been so scheduled, so jammed packed with constantly going out and doing things with people I love, from one to another. The kind of weeks where I stop doing one thing with someone, say goodbye to them & then it's straight on to the next & hello to another. I'm not complaining, but being on the go constantly with 4 hours of sleep or less each night, takes it's toll after awhile. (Not to mention constantly running off of caffeine overdoses & gross, unhealthy, convenient (dare I say fast) food. Yuck. I can just feel it.

+ I have yet to finish my current painting that I've been working on for 2 months:/
+ I have a goal of finishing all of C.S's peices this year
+ Writing always makes me feel so much better

I miss Katie.
I miss Atlanta.
I want to go rock climbing
I want to go art gallery hopping
I want to eat crazy ethnic food
& all with her.
I love her.

I was going to see her tomorrow until my car decided to get sick; it's in the shop and going to cost me 400 bucks. Unfortunate. I'm already looking for another means of transportation (since this is probably the 5th time in the past 6 months that my car has gone haywire)& I already have an idea what I'm going for. I'm excited :) yet very very broke at this point.
On a superficial note: I just bought a Sidekick & I absolutely LOVE it! Contrary to popular belief, I've had no problems whatsoever with T-mobile & I love the company & their customer service so far. Alltel is just too expensive & they don't have a wide selection of plans to choose from.

I have much more I want to write about, but I just don't have the time.I'm going to start trying to be better about keeping up with this ♥ .

Obsessed.

Bolthouse Farms, you got what I neeeeeed.

It is rainy & cold outside & I'm drinking
a Vanilla Rooibos tea latte from the wonderful
world of Starbucks, while debating if I should
go run or not.

To run, or not to run.

I really don't want to get my shox all muddy..
and having a huge bruise on the inside of the bottom
of my foot isn't much of a help as far as pro running
is concerned. And I feel kinda funny leaving the maid here
by herself...

Yet I'm going to go :)
Thank you blogspot for being a momentary
cure to my indecisiveness.

Dock days

Dock spot

Health

Speaking of "back from the dead," I think I typed those words a bit too soon! I have spent the past week and couple days sprawled across my bed, couch or whatever happened to be suitable for the time being. I was sicker than I have been in almost a decade. I guess that's what I get for bragging recently to someone how amazing my immune system is..um well...was. Yeah high five failing immune system, sinusitis, numerous doctor visits, empty pockets, & hallucinogenic drugs that caused more problems than one can imagine. Thank you Influenza for reminding me of every muscle my body contains, how quickly I could forget the material and curriculum in A&P yet how quickly and suddenly you reminded me, and all at once!

After enduring that week of hell I have realized how important health is
and how it is taken for granted every day and how no longer will I EVER not be thankful for being in good health. I'm going to start taking better care of my body with vitamins, eating better (although I've never had a problem passing up fast food and soda doesn't even exist in my diet), eating 3 meals a day (that's a rarity) excercising more, getting enough rest, and overall taking care of number one.

On the upside here is an ode to the few couple
of things that kept me going this past week of hell:

+Pandora
+C.S. Lewis - another book down, yet plenty more to go!
+The Travel Channel; specifically: Mark & Olly Living with the Machiguenga- possibly the only channel the Wonderful World of Television has to offer.
+We can't forget my wonderful lovely friends :)

Back From The Dead.

There is truly no point in even trying to summarize
everything that has taken place from November until now.

All I know is life is wonderful and I haven't ever
felt as free as I do now.