I wish I could stare at Art all day...

ART IS MY THERAPY AND DRUG.

Full Plate

What's in a week?

1. study guide 4 chapters International Business

2. study guide 3 chapters Accounting

3. INBA & ACCT midterms #1

4. Rush week Delta Sigma Pi (business frat)

5. Get battery fixed for Carlitos

6. Birthday dindin for Carissa- Lala's + bboy status party

7. HW HW HW

8. Get started on Architecture/MRKT/Tour "life or death" project

9. recover from Nocturnal

10. Groceries

11. Clean apt again and again and again

12. Eat

13. Sleep

14. Breathe

15. Stay Alive

beh weev in majik

"Those that believe in others, inspire others to believe in them." (unknown)

dress your life up

I go to class in sweats, sometimes. Philosophy 7-9pm was another story: senior girl at LMU had to take it to another level. Amidst all the preppy, eclectic, artsy, hippie, athletic, and ghetto kids at LMU, I don't mind the stylistic diversity that roams around me. But let me tell you, this bitch, no this bitch decided to stumble into class approx 14 minutes late, in straight up boxers, this dirty hoody she wears every time with her hood still on, house slippers, coffee in her hand, and a ripped piece of notebook paper brought especially for notes. She then just has to make it more awkward when she cuts off the teacher by raising her hand and blurting out, "Is that gonna be on the test?" Like dub tee eff! She just another person that takes the phrase "I don't give a fuck to a whole other level". And honestly, I bum it A LOT of times... but I never let it bring down my life. So its not about wearing that one of a kind dress from Italy, glidding around campus in your Christian Louboutins, or swinging around your LV oversized tote..... it's about still caring about your life, and living through your attitude. Which means: we can bum it when we oversleep, pass on the make-up on lazy sundays, and definitely forget the primping on finals week, but dress up once in a while, so you can remember to pamper yourself  because you deserve it, because you're still alive and still care about who you are and because you know that you're the baddest bitch.

Not for them. For YOU.

who are you?

sometimes all you need is that one push off the cliff....

...to find out you can fly.

better

and

stronger.

                         

I went to church after not going the entire summer and it made me think:

Do I have to ask God to come back into my life, or was he always there?

and I looked back at my summer and couldn't help but feel blessed. I'm on the right track, I've been ridiculous happy, and still feel Him right there beside me. He was there.

Scripture says Jesus said "who do you say I am"... but who do people say I am, or you are?

What I hope is that I am still me, that people see my genuinity, my honesty, and care even when I do bullshit sometimes... I am me no matter what. I am still that little girl.

simply healthy love at its finest.

simply happy.

simply comforted.

simply trusted.

simply fun.

simply us.

It's the simple things that keep you here with me; we're high on that Healthy Love.