Day thirteen.

Something you found.

Day twelve.

Stairs.

So what my stairs picture is the stair master at the gym? It counts.

You have to be someone.

I know it's been a million years since I've last posted, but I'm back. With no major news really. The weekend was insignificant and too short all at the same time. On saturday I went to see Titanic again and I thought it was pretty neat that I went on April 14th exactly one hundred years after Jack drew Rose :) Of course I cried my eyes out once again and was completely captured by the story. I know it by heart, every part, but I can always find something new to make me cry. This time I cried the most as they were showing her pictures on her bedside table near the end of the movie. I'd always noticed the picture of her riding the horse, but then this time it hit me. Right before Jack taught her how to spit they talked about riding horses 'like a man' and riding a roller coaster until they puked. In the picture she's riding like a man and there is an amusement park in the background. She went and did those things that they had talked about, I know she would have had to do them "alone", but he was with her at the same time. I know it's silly to put so much faith in a movie and even more faith in the love of a couple that never existed, but I do. My mom hates Titanic because it's so sad and because it was a real thing. But that's why I love it. It's so tragically beautiful. The ignorance of the people, discriminating against class even as death is mere hours away. Turning their lives away because they weren't first class. So many of those deaths were preventable, but pride and ignorance killed them. Only one lifeboat went back. Those lucky ones that were fortunate enough to get into a boat watched as their husbands, their friends, and children died. I almost think that fate is worse. To be haunted by the screams of those you knew as they freeze to death right in front of your eyes. As I watched this time, it amazed me that right before Rose came to tell her story to Brock, they said the Rose Dewitt Bukater had died at age seventeen. Because they had no record on her, when they asked her name, she said Rose Dawson. Her 'Fiancee' came looking for her at the end, but her never found her and the records would go on to pronounce her dead. I'm sure her mother believed her to be dead as well. Rose cut herself from those that had made her almost end her life, a wise decision in my belief. But how awful would her mother feel. Believing that her daughter died with a man from steerage. In a way she killed her own daughter, if you can see through my thinking process right there. Jack saved her though; in every way a person can be saved.
Anyways, enough about that (I could talk Titanic for days and never grow tired) On Sunday I went to the store to get a new book and I was surprised to find something else! There was a followup book to the sisterhood of the traveling pants! Ten years later edition! I was so happy to find that :) Those books were my junior high summoned up. I loved the books and I enjoyed the movies :) It was lovely to finally know everything that happened :) I read it all in one sitting because I was so excited :)
Today, I got the best compliment ever. Kylie got her eyelash extensions done for her bridals and I was saying how I would DIE if I didn't get some soon and the girl next to me turns to look at me, 'Don't you already have them?' :) What can I say? It was a good eyelash day ;)

And I promise I haven't forgotten about my photos of the day, so they're coming right up :) Goodnight :)

Heaven beside you, Hell within.

Today I was supposed to have a shampoo set right? And I'm stressing and stressing because I've only done them on mannequins and I'm super nervous. That bitch doesn't show up. Pah. Night of stress sleep all for NOTHING. NOTHINGGGG.
I NEVER BLOGGED ABOUT THE DRUNK MAN! Ohmygoddd! So we're all just sitting outside in cosmetology or whatever and Liz is talking about the D.I. when this crazy old man comes along! 'Did I hear someone say the D.I.?? I got tazered there once..." Bright orange shirt, one pointy tooth, pink shoe laces CRAZY OLD MAN. And he goes on and on and onnn and onn about Rodney King and how he hates police and then at the end (after VERY animated sequences) 'I shouldn't tell you guys this, but I'm in a rehab center, but I've clearly been drinking' GET AWAY YOU CRAZY. All in all, best moment of my college life.
Well, best is actually rivaling today. There are these signs all around campus for STI checks only five dollars. Today I saw a guy copying down the information. Almost laughed my head off because I'm a rude, ignorant, judgmental girl. :)
Today I went to Eric's and we jumped on the tramp until our legs hurt and we couldn't breath anymore. I had four pieces of bacon for dinner. And I didn't give a damn about everything else that had bothered me that day.
Happy birthday, Mitchell. You're always my best friend and I'll always love you. Even when you don't love me. I hope everyone made you feel special today. I miss you.
Two years, Kaitlyn. Think of you all the time. I wish you could respond to my facebook messages.

Day Eleven.

Where you ate breakfast.

It was so beautiful outside this morning so I decided to eat outside by my favorite tree (it's still a tree to me. It will always be a tree to me!) I'm glad I did enjoy the sun while it was still here! Hello, rain :)

You traded in your cross for a chance to dance with the stars

My beautiful blue-haired Brittany. I love her. I am impossibly sad to see her graduating and leaving this week. She changed my life and she not only made me a better barber, she made me a better person. She strengthened my work ethic, made me think about and consider everyone around me, and made me want to be better to all those other people. Brittany might look more like a devil (and she'll tell you that she is one), but this girl is an angel. She is heaven sent. If you let her, she will make you more of a woman than you ever could have been otherwise. She would drop everything and anything for her friends, and you'll never catch her putting herself first. She swears like a sailor and smells like cigarettes, but she is amazing and completely special. The most special person I've ever met. God knew what he was doing when he brought her my way. Even if she doesn't make millions of dollars, she will always be rich. She will always have made a difference and she'll always be one of my heros. She's one of the unsung heros of this generation. I pray that she goes far. 

Day ten.

Cold.

It's a weak photo. But it's hard to think about cold on the hottest day of the year so far!