amy rocks, okay?

I've procrastinated. So the jury has concluded its not just a habit of undergrads. Its got to be genetic because it surely doesn't have anything to do with maturity (cough, cough) Thing is, its for my night class, and our project isn't due until the end of March! Sooo, I've got some time. I know, I know, not a lot, BUT SOME! Said procrastination is after more than my Masters degree... I am running out of time to watch The Untouchables! I rented it weeks ago and iTunes is soon going to take it back from me if I don't do something about it. HOLD THE PHONE CAPTAIN ROGERS, WE'VE GOT NEPAL ON THE LINE!

i'm a dork. give it a try :)

Well, its week three for me of classes and its a 50/50 gig. I have Language Arts and History three times a week (revert back to Sophomore year Ad Building if you will), and while they are enjoyable because its new information, and I love me some learning, I often feel like I'm wasting my time! But, then this happens... EDTE... as soon as I'm done with those two pains in my butt, I bust over to the Education building and every time I walk through those doors I wanna do a victory dance and say "HOLLA!!!!! OW!!!!!!" and moon walk my way to the elevator. I'm tellin ya folks, as soon as my eyes start glancing at education related text I get all giddy. The wheels start rolling and I'm no longer "at school" like I have been the last two hours! I have a Wednesday night class that sadly I've only been able to enjoy once since I've been here, and its PHENOMENAL. Let me repeat that - PHENOMENAL. Those three hours aren't enough. The minds, the person...

Who doesn't love Sunday comics? :) the bright colored paper, full of laughter? Its like.... daisy's and candies. On paper. For free :) "

You know what I’d like to know? Who the hell got under MY skin and started making me second guess all the things that I am?! The things I like to do, the things I listen to, the way I dance, the stuff that hangs on my walls, the clothes I wear, the way I talk, the food I eat, when I eat it, the lotion I buy, how often I wash my hair (I take a shower everyday but that doesn’t mean I’m always washin’ my hair!), the things I think are funny, the things I want to do on a Saturday, my half broken IronMan watch, my bright blue backpack from my cousin, burping… the pictures I take, the faces I make. WHY am I constantly looking over my shoulder, jumping with fear, with insecurity, wondering, always on the defense, on the edge, frantic, finicky, RETARDED. I used to not give two shits about a damn thing in life and now I look at everything and cringe not knowing. Okay, well not everything (holla for ice cream!), but most things! UGH. (why, WHY?! did Nick Efta piss me off, make me question, make...

check this out! :) how incredibly cute this place is. I love it. And it just so happens her name is Amy :) mine probably won't look the EXACT same, but seeing hers is definitely an inspiration, and a ego boost, for my own personality. I, am not alone. :) Thanks McGraw for the site! ... i think its about time to start snapping again.... looked through some pictures of Alaska from a couple years back and I think I might just have to plan a little photo shoot, ala Montana, this weekend :) which yes, I realize is still many days away, but some of the best advice I've ever been given? "Always have a plan. It might not work out how you thought, but you gotta have a plan." !! Neeeeeeed a creative outlet. NOW. awww snap diddly wankus. movie making time!? mmm, no, not so much. Too much. AMY. Do. Your. Freaking. Homework. And write something noteworthy will ya?! Like last night, at 3 am when all those grand ideas and thoughts were spewing out your ears, eyes and every other cr...