July 31st

 Happee 32rd Birthdae Harry!!
Here's a birthday kiss for you.

Also, a very happy 47th birthday to J.K. Rowling.

To whom we owe the credit for creating all the magic.

let's be honest...

I am completely smitten by this man.

I don't remember.

I don't remember, any more,
The exact shape of your hands
As I held them in mine,
Caressed them,
Memorized the length of your fingers,
The depth of your calluses.

I don't remember, any more,
Exactly your height, how much
Taller than me
You were, where
My head rested on your chest
When you held me tightly close.

I don't remember, any more,
Your scent, when we lay together
Creating our own
Magic rhythm,
Matching our heartbeats as we
Touched the sky, together.

I don't remember, any more,
The sound of your voice, calling
My name as though
It were a song
Within itself, a precious treasure
You valued with all your being.

And I don't remember, any more,
The color of your eyes, the shape
Of your lips,
Only...
How your eyes crinkled at the corners
And your laugh, as you told me,

"I love you."

it's an odd day when,

I spend my free time watching Star Wars by myself & posting things like this:

So, to all those star wars people out there, let's have a party.

Just to clarify, Harry Potter will always be my first love.

some advice.

life is too short to spend time with Dementors.

dumb blonde.

so this morning I started the process of returning to my naturally blonde hair color.

After three & a half hours of sitting, getting my hair yanked, & smelling like sulfer, we finally got all the brunette color out of my hair.

I hopped out of the chair & drove to dance.

When I finally found a parking spot, i had to try to find all my dance stuff that had been neglected in my car for the past week.  I was in a hurry because i was going to be late to the class that i TA for, so i grabbed my backpack & ran up the stairs.

I got outside the room 270, when i realized i locked my phone, keys, & dance stuff in my car.

the response I got, "They should put the dark color back on your hair."

whistle.

Okay, seriously, I have no idea why, but i find these videos hilarious.
My dad showed me these ones, & I laughed so hard I cried.
they are stupid & annoying.
But they get me every time...

what is this?

Honestly, what is this? I have always been a belieber, but he sounds like a needy girl.
also, he looks like a woman on the cover.

disappointment. 

i hate packing.

i hate packing.

I don't hate many things, but packing I can honestly say I hate.

I am leaving to california tomorrow morning. I work tonight. & I have homework to turn in before midnight that is still not finished.

When I pack I go through numerous stages.

1: sit down with pen & paper to block out what I will be wearing everyday & write up a list of everything I need.

2:  Start collecting things from that list.  Look in my closet & realize that I actually will want these other 5 shirts & 3 pair of shorts.

3:  Put things in piles according to article of clothing.

4:  realize i need to do some laundry cause i wore all my favorite clothes within the last week, & I have to bring these things with me.

5:  look at this huge pile of clothes on my floor, feel discouraged.

6:  Mini dance party.

7:  look at pile, lay on pile of clothes, defeated.  Cry, a little. sometimes nap for a bit.

8:  feel like a loser.

9:  Get up with a new desire to pack.

10: attempt to organize bottomless pile of clothes.

11:  It's worthless. Can't find the things I am looking for. Start swearing at clothes.

12: feel really bad.  Apologize to clothes & for swearing.

13:  the present stage.  where i have no desire to pack or go on vacation if it means dealing with packing, so i blog, stumble, tumble, tweet, watch jenna marbles & have another mini dance party. 

eventually I will get packed.  Will i have waaaay too much, yes. will it upset my father, yes. will he throw out 1/2 of what i packed, yes.  will i sneak it back in, yes.  do i understand what 'pack light' means, absolutely not.

this sucks.  

friday afternoons...

... are for

• running errands with friends
• pulled pork & rice tacos
• logo quiz marathons
• nap time in apt. 61
• watching the endless amounts of circus afro videos on youtube with my dad & little siblings
• taking the kids to dinner
• the prestige & casino royal

J.Biebs ft. Marty

I should not be enjoying this as much as I am.