Happiness is...
- Spring break that lasts longer than a week.
- Being finished with college.
- Dog's when they don't bark.
- "Catch me if you can"
- The Amazing Race.
- Flaming Hot Funyuns.
- Spring weather.
- Checks from the state.
- Checks from the school.
- Express clothing.
- Ray-Bans.
- Easter brunch in a week!
- Sending in my credential packet.
- Secret graduation shoes.
- Flying in an airplane.
- Blogging.
- Finding great YouTube videos.
- Finding a new Weezy mixtape.
- Riding a razor scooter.
- Smelling scents that remind me of Georgia.
- Making jokes to good audiences.
- The Oakland grill.
- Walking around Jack London Square.
- Waking up and knowing I have about 3 more hours of sleep left.
- Bagel sandwiches.
- Riding in a car and having the warmth from the sun hit your skin.
- Noticing a tan (if only slightly).
- Grabbing peppermints from restaurants as I exit.
- Making up short poems and texting them to Jen during the day.
- Hugs after a long day.
- Not knowing the future - treating it like an adventure.
- Being caught up all on seasons of Weeds.
- Pad-Thai noodles.
Short but sweet. I'm happy, healthy, and on a crazy adventure. Hold on. =]
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Friday, March 26, 2010
Monday, March 22, 2010
253. Lookie Lookie, I've got Hookie.
Favorite movie of all time.
I just found this and I've falling completely in love. Every single thing you hear in this video is made from a sampling of Hook. Ah, bliss.
I just found this and I've falling completely in love. Every single thing you hear in this video is made from a sampling of Hook. Ah, bliss.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
252. 5 Minutes.
My mind grinds gears like friction
Yours carries addiction
to my words of imagination
and gee she just said her readings give off infatuation
and yes i'm just that good
yes i'm hungry for the food
of the brain
causing my inner workings to go insane
anything for the passion
like the christ in his action
for the miracle of life
gives off a different reaction
to my writings of wrongs
to my writings of right
and when will this be a writing of write?
it's sight that you need
that i bleed
off that good breed
i'm loyal to this paper
like i'm loyal to my stapler
that punches silver through the sheets
and as you tuck yourself away in those sheets
in your jammies
i am jamming on those pansies
i am writing on my notebook
on my iphone inner working
always working
always grinding
always blinding
worlds of wonder
words of wonder
wonder girl
wonder world
soulfool wonder
came with thunder
bang.
5 minute flow write before bed. Try it sometime. It's fun. You never know what you are going to get. Haha...this time it was whack but...what's done is done.
=] Have a good week.
Yours carries addiction
to my words of imagination
and gee she just said her readings give off infatuation
and yes i'm just that good
yes i'm hungry for the food
of the brain
causing my inner workings to go insane
anything for the passion
like the christ in his action
for the miracle of life
gives off a different reaction
to my writings of wrongs
to my writings of right
and when will this be a writing of write?
it's sight that you need
that i bleed
off that good breed
i'm loyal to this paper
like i'm loyal to my stapler
that punches silver through the sheets
and as you tuck yourself away in those sheets
in your jammies
i am jamming on those pansies
i am writing on my notebook
on my iphone inner working
always working
always grinding
always blinding
worlds of wonder
words of wonder
wonder girl
wonder world
soulfool wonder
came with thunder
bang.
5 minute flow write before bed. Try it sometime. It's fun. You never know what you are going to get. Haha...this time it was whack but...what's done is done.
=] Have a good week.
Friday, March 12, 2010
251. Brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack.
This is a video that accurately depicts what is going on with mainstream music today. Pretty funny video....pretty sad reality. Everyone knows if you're going to brush your teeth...do it with vodka...duh. Enjoy!
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
249. Music Speaks.
Recently I came across a video that made me reconsider how I am living my own life as a person today. Sometimes the day to day tasks at hand make it difficult to do something you love. I will preach this and definitely need to practice it more often. DO SOMETHING YOU LOVE EVERY DAY. If you don't...you're cheating yourself as well as others from the gifts you've been given.
This is a public school choir from Staten Island, New York. They are not from an art and music school, they are not a professional chorus in any way...they just love to sing. I believe that these kids are a true testament to following your dreams. These kids are in 5th grade. Watch closely. They have no shame and feel every piece of the music. Passion exudes from these kids. Usually...by 5th grade...this thing with hormones and fitting in comes into play. Most 5th graders I know wouldn't even want to shut their eyes for one moment while they sing in fear that another kid might see them actually enjoying the song. These kids are on a completely different level. Good for them and good for this choir teacher for teaching these kids to do what they love and love what they do. It shows.
Enjoy!
This is a public school choir from Staten Island, New York. They are not from an art and music school, they are not a professional chorus in any way...they just love to sing. I believe that these kids are a true testament to following your dreams. These kids are in 5th grade. Watch closely. They have no shame and feel every piece of the music. Passion exudes from these kids. Usually...by 5th grade...this thing with hormones and fitting in comes into play. Most 5th graders I know wouldn't even want to shut their eyes for one moment while they sing in fear that another kid might see them actually enjoying the song. These kids are on a completely different level. Good for them and good for this choir teacher for teaching these kids to do what they love and love what they do. It shows.
Enjoy!
Thursday, March 4, 2010
247. P O E M.
It's dark outside and I kick the rocks
with rock in my ears as the pavement seems to steer
my love into the sunset.
That was hours ago.
Ever since you took off down that road I've been looking
and there isn't a time when I stopped cooking
recipes for your love,
but you just plum forgot to eat.
You weren't hungry even when I went and pressed reheat
and I wouldn't mind if the food was spoiled
but I made sure everything was fresh and boiled.
And I forgot that the world has other people
because you and I are the only ones that matter
to see what is the matter when my eyes swell up
and my tears trickle down
and I can't remember to smile because it's so natural to frown.
And where does love come from?
Where does it go when it's gone?
These are questions I have and I put them into a song.
How am I supposed to figure out when our hearts take a wrong...turn?
and this might burn but that's what we get for playing with fire
and I didn't mind until the flames became higher
because I can't control that.
You thought I could but I can't.
See somewhere along all the hate I cried
from past relations seemed to wither away and it died
and I buried the hatchet by writing my truths on tears
but when the smiles returned the truth disappeared
so am I living a lie or are you living in fear
because I can't see its blurry and you keep trying to clear
the rubble from the diamonds
the ashes from the pictures
and my past and dedication can be found in all my scriptures.
Look I'm sorry for all the things I did
I wasn't aware that me reinventing you would truly have me hid
and hey kid this wasn't the intention.
I need an intervention
I need you to see yourself for who is around you
because my home should be yours
and right now it's everybody's.
I share with four and it's a table for two
and each time you hold me tight my face turns blue.
I'm suffocating and this can't work when you're the one I thought I knew.
If home is where you are
then home is just too far
and If your house is where you stay
then my heart is too far away.
You've shared too much of you
I've stretched too much of me.
Please understand
that I need a savior
to connect the puzzle of Ashley.
I do have to give big ups to Victor. He jumpstarted this poem. Collabos always seem to be better. Thanks Victor.
Enjoy.
with rock in my ears as the pavement seems to steer
my love into the sunset.
That was hours ago.
Ever since you took off down that road I've been looking
and there isn't a time when I stopped cooking
recipes for your love,
but you just plum forgot to eat.
You weren't hungry even when I went and pressed reheat
and I wouldn't mind if the food was spoiled
but I made sure everything was fresh and boiled.
And I forgot that the world has other people
because you and I are the only ones that matter
to see what is the matter when my eyes swell up
and my tears trickle down
and I can't remember to smile because it's so natural to frown.
And where does love come from?
Where does it go when it's gone?
These are questions I have and I put them into a song.
How am I supposed to figure out when our hearts take a wrong...turn?
and this might burn but that's what we get for playing with fire
and I didn't mind until the flames became higher
because I can't control that.
You thought I could but I can't.
See somewhere along all the hate I cried
from past relations seemed to wither away and it died
and I buried the hatchet by writing my truths on tears
but when the smiles returned the truth disappeared
so am I living a lie or are you living in fear
because I can't see its blurry and you keep trying to clear
the rubble from the diamonds
the ashes from the pictures
and my past and dedication can be found in all my scriptures.
Look I'm sorry for all the things I did
I wasn't aware that me reinventing you would truly have me hid
and hey kid this wasn't the intention.
I need an intervention
I need you to see yourself for who is around you
because my home should be yours
and right now it's everybody's.
I share with four and it's a table for two
and each time you hold me tight my face turns blue.
I'm suffocating and this can't work when you're the one I thought I knew.
If home is where you are
then home is just too far
and If your house is where you stay
then my heart is too far away.
You've shared too much of you
I've stretched too much of me.
Please understand
that I need a savior
to connect the puzzle of Ashley.
I do have to give big ups to Victor. He jumpstarted this poem. Collabos always seem to be better. Thanks Victor.
Enjoy.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
246. Yelp Humor
Yelp usually has pretty funny update memos. This one from Yelp is genius. Especially because I am on a quest for a real jet pack to use one day. Enjoy what I found to be hysterical. Bravo Yelp.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
245. A little happiness - no lists.
Here's a little bit of Tuesday happiness that doesn't involve one of my long lists. Those are quite fun, however, I find this to be just as uplifting. I always knew I wasn't fond of pepsi for a reason. This proves it...small gestures go a long way with people. Oh...that...and free stuff. =] Enjoy!
Monday, March 1, 2010
244. Trouble Sleeping.
I usually hate Mondays. Three classes back...to back...to back. This day doesn't end until 10 PM when I crawl through the door. Today my day became brightened when my first teacher cancelled class. Lucky me. Now I just have back to back classes ending at 10. I'll take it.
This is one of my favorite songs to relax to. Corrine Bailey Rae is so very talented in her writings. This cover of this song is actually one of my favs. The mics that they use are completely awesome. I have one in my room that I jam with all the time. Ch ch ch ch check da check it out. Happy Monday!
This is one of my favorite songs to relax to. Corrine Bailey Rae is so very talented in her writings. This cover of this song is actually one of my favs. The mics that they use are completely awesome. I have one in my room that I jam with all the time. Ch ch ch ch check da check it out. Happy Monday!
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