Pictures, as promised.

I know the photo quality could be put to shame by a toddler on their Barbie camera, but it should be a crime to put New York in black & white.

Also, cool little title & resizing goes to Josh, because I am too lazy to do stuff like that myself. And, for reasons unknown, blogger likes to resize my image even more. Oh well, take it or leave it.

Gavin Says

I am getting yelled at for never updating this, but I am so busy. So, what? You guys missed two months of my life. No big deal.

Here is a run down of what happened in March & May.

March- School, school, school. Went to NYC, (pics later). Work, work, work.
April- School, school, school. Didn't go to NYC, (no pics later). Work, work, work.

You guys really missed a lot. No really.

Anyway, Gavin. Now shut up. Thanks.

Happy Valentine's Day

TO MYSELF!

I bought two pairs of prescription eye glasses for $8 a piece. Yes, eight dollars each. My last pair of Burberry frames were over $500. I could not be more excited. Since they were so cheap I went with more funky designs. Two weeks could not come sooner!

four days

Hospitals & broken hearts.

Yah, so like, Valentine's day is tomorrow & like, you'd expect me to be all depressed. But I am here to tell you, that this is not going to be a "I hate V-Day" post. I'll save that for tomorrow, maybe.

First of all, I ended up going to class on Wednesday night. I was accused by my radio manager for being drunk, which was unsettling. Then I left class early because I was ill. Sophia and I had a nice dinner like always, besides the part where my insides were doing a circus act. After dinner, I pulled over in Parkland because I was really dizzy. I had a friend come pick me up, and as I got out of the car, I passed out. It was extremely weird. My favorite part is that after I realized I had blacked out, the first thing I said to Ramon was, "You didn't catch me?"

Anyway, he was freaking out, and rushed me to the ER. We were there for HOURS. They wanted me to stay longer, but I was tired and wanted to go home. I hit my head, and I have some congestion in my brain which was causing pressure. I think it is safe to assume that the drastic temperature changes I went through had a lot to do with it, too. They did all these fancy blood & brain tests. They finally discharged me around 3AM.

Long story Short: I'm okay.

I've been laying in bed for the past few days because I was still pretty sick. Last night Sarah & Ramon both came over to see me. Sarah brought me some tea and an orange. :)

As for Valentine's day, you'd think I'd be a lot more bitter. But really, I don't feel any sort of negative.

We will see about tomorrow though.

Ahhhh!

Homework calls, but I just had to tell you guys!

So, after I paid the millions of dollars of bills I owed today, I also got to buy one more thing. One more thing that makes everything worth it.

Drum roll please....

(Obviously had to censor some due to online creeps)

:) :) :)

Sophia & I are officially going to NYC for spring break! Either that, or we take a $350 loss in non-refundable flight tickets. Now all we have to do is find a place to stay. No big deal, we can just grab a box & a paper cup; do it up like real city folk, right?

Alright, now really, back to my homework.

Your old is my new

Thrifting.

Today, Sarah forced me to go shopping with her. It's not that I didn't want to go shopping, I was just not expecting it & I am also still sick. I had asked her to drive me to my uncle's shop in order to get my windshield wipers fixed (FINALLY!) and after we did that we ended up talking in her car for awhile. She is really nice to talk to, and sometimes we get so off topic & end up talking for hours. She is also one of the most honest people I know, and I really admire that.

Anyway, so even though I am wearing sweats and my hair is a mess, she kidnaps me & forces me to go shopping with her. She doesn't even let me grab my glasses or throw some quick make-up on. We went to the Salvation Army, and I found a bunch of different dresses, and a few tops. My favorite buy of the day would have to be my kitty sweatshirt. I can already hear the whispers in the hallways when I wear that one. One woman even commented about all the fun patterns I had in my hand. Is it bad that I totally dork out at any opportunity to use my sewing machine? I am a sewing machine.

At Goodwill, I found a cute bag & I also found Sarah a silk robe, but my favorite thing was my framed picture I bought for 63 cents. Some child painted it, and I don't know who but it is so adorable. I can't believe somebody just didn't want their kids painting anymore & thus donated it to Goodwill. I had to buy it for the mere fact that every child's artwork deserves to be in the spotlight or at least on the refrigerator, and now this kid, whoever they may be, will have their artwork for display on my walls :)

meow, quack, rawr

While we were shopping I got some texts from Sophia that somewhat pissed me off. It's not fair how some people can't grow up & just learn to stop being, plain & simple, douchebags. That girl deserves to smile.

Last, but not least, I come home today to find a man standing in our drive-way. I gave him a funny look but mostly just ignored him. I thought maybe he worked for the city. "Hi!" he says, "Hello?" I respond. He then informs me that he is my cousin. "Who mine?" What a response, haha. I guess he is some distant, through marriage cousin and he will be staying on our couch for the next few nights. Needless to say, I won't be leaving my room for awhile. I think I might turn into a mini hoarder until he leaves. He is nice & all, I just have nothing to talk about with him.

Winter storm, coming right up!
Shoot me now.

In & out of consciousness

Cough, cough; Achoo

Alright, well. I'm sick again. Are you surprised? I'm not. My dad likes to blame it on my lack of wearing socks while walking in our house, but socks are just so uncomfortable, and shouldn't I be able to do anything while in the comfort of my own home? Like walk around naked? I wonder how often nudists get sick. I bet they never wear socks...

Now, moving on to the more depressing part of my life. (I know, what can be more depressing than me being sick?) I'd like to think I have matured a lot since last year. Not that I was immature back then, but I made some pretty thoughtless decisions that I guess you could say I regret. I'd like to think that due to my life experiences, I have always been at an above average maturity level. Regardless, that doesn't mean I still don't have room to learn. (And hopefully grow, being short is not fun.)

Anyway, a big decision I have made over the past five or so months is to stop being so dominate in my relationships. I seem to be the go-to girl, but I realized that at a time when I needed somebody most, nobody was there for me, and that's a terrible feeling. I'd like to think that I have already filtered my friends so much that the ones I did decided to keep wanted to help, but just didn't know how to. After all, I was a pretty messy wreck. Sadly, though, most of them had problems of their own that they seemed to care more about than to give me an inch of their time.

I know how the old saying goes; "your family is always there for you." I think this is true in a way. Your family is always there to help you. They are always there to point out your flaws (because after all, they are about the only people who can do and know that in the end you'll still love them all the same) and tell you how to fix them. But the thing I have noticed is that your family is never really there for you the way a friend would be. They are never, what's the words.... comforting. I guess that is a bad word because I always feel comforted with my family because they never judge me. Hell, I guess what I am trying to say is that they never feel sorry for you. That sounds really bad in print, so moving on!

I hate to name names, but I don't have many friends, by choice, so I'm sure if you really cared you could figure out their names on your own. I just don't find it important.

• I have a friend who I keep coming back to. I'm not sure why, I just do. I swear though, that whenever we are on, this person is the most loyal friend I have ever had. I just wish they didn't run away so easily when the slightest sign of trouble appears.

• Then I have another friend, who I am extremely close with, but we are just on different pages of our life and our goals no longer match up. I'm probably the most upset about this, but things have been improving lately, so who am I to complain.

• And my last friend I wish to discuss is just too selfish to understand how badly they affect me with their obsessive behavior. I seemed to get blamed for everything in their life, and it's not fair because I dedicate my entire friendship to helping them when they need it. All of my advice is sincere, friend. Because I do truly care. I just wish you'd spend less time thinking of the past, and more time focusing on what is happening now. Also, if you'd put half as much effort as you do worrying into our friendship then good things would happen. Like the rebirth of pterodactyls and stuff.

Alright, this is too long. Back to my NyQuil-induced coma.

Chow!

music is my boyfriend

Being a DJ is overrated.

Everyone I know acts like I'm extremely privledged because I am a radio DJ, and I am, but they act like it's what I want to do in life, and it is not. I have never been the type of girl to push for the spot light. My classes that involve things to be 'hands-on' are my most stressful, and I feel like I am swaying in a totally opposite direction than I had originally planned.

Being a DJ was fun at first, but it's more like a hobby. And sometimes I can't be bothered doing it more than once a week. It is hard though because all of my friends, who are also in the program, love it a lot. Between you & I, my favorite part is when you get to bond with your friends, not actually DJing. I am an advertising major; I just want to work in promotions in a nice big city. Is that too much to ask for?

I think not.

memories

I wonder what a world without memory would be like.

My first post on my brand new blog, and the only thing I have on my mind is my past. I went out to dinner with an old friend, and he kept reminding me of our history of unforgettable nights. It's strange to think about, really. I feel like back then I was at a point in my life that I was truly happy. I would have probably argued this if you had asked me when I was fifteen, but my days seemed to consist of a lot of smiles. I think the main difference between then & now is that I do smile, but my over all mood isn't what I'd consider happy.

Sometimes I wish I didn't have a memory, because then I'd have nothing to compare my days to. Isn't that depressing?