Get My Drift?

Grab life by the balls...and squeeze.

There's nothing to be afraid of. Now eat your words.

Rumble Bumble, Royal and Fumble

Can I get a HOT-TUB?! That commercial still makes me laughhhhh. And reminds me of the dish-washing, one person dance parties I have in my kitchen...by myself, to the most remixed dance music out there. It's a THANG you just wouldn't get. I still have no idea what I want to do with my life, but I'm starting to think I don't have to have one set plan, or to not beat myself up because of inconsistency. I'm arteestic...what else could I expect from myself? Dad and Grandma Ellamae are encouraging me to look into Graphic Design...and that's incredibly tempting. I'd have to go back to some kind of school to learn how to use Photoshop, but that's better than going back to college for a whole 'nother 3-4 years me thinks. I still want to work with children...but maybe that's what summers at Camp Timberlane are for. I wanna travel, and commission art work, but I need to find the time to do it!!! Ugh, bitch bitch bitch. That's all I do. Today is lovely though, and I have a hot cup of coffee in my hand. We're going to make origami water-bombs later at Champions, and slip them over Christmas lights to make the room beautiful. I hope the origami part isn't too hard for them. Alana crawled upon my back while I was sitting in a chair to short for me, and said "I'm a monkey who loves you." Tooooooo cute. They're the reason I drive a half-hour to and from work everyday. I can't stay away from them. This is my issue...a job without children, just wouldn't be the same. Rumble bumble, Royal and Fumble. Also working on a paint piece that I shall call "Standards, Grace and Lace." Pictures to come. If you ever want to pay me for a painting or art piece...I'm all ears.

Ella Dierks

*heavy laughter* "Ms. Heather...your breath smells like old tacos!" Every time she's at Champions in the morning, she makes it her goal to give me the chills. She sneaks up from behind me and whispers very slowly and softly, "the Dark Lord is coming for you." It freaks me out every time! I love her immensely for her humor. Or, as the Brits say, her humour. Whatever, England...but anyways, this particular morning, Ella did the usual...gave me the chills, then I flipped around to tell her how strange (secretly awesome) she is. That's when she made the taco breath comment. She snuck up on me again later that same morning and in the same manner as before, whispered "the Dark Lord wants old tacos." To which I replied, "...or to smell my breath, apparently." She found this highly amusing and laughed hysterically. Then proceeded to play with my hair the rest of the morning. The ONE TIME I forget to brush my teeth and went to work with coffee breath...

Winter Holidays

Did I mention I'd be in England? No?! Oh...well I am! From December 19th through January 5th. I'm gonna hit Manchester, Hereford, London, Sheffield and Sunderland all in 2.5 weeks. I don't know how I'll be able to afford all those trains...but I'll gladly go broke over the trip of a lifetime!

Beats Me (Life)

I don't know what I wanna do, and I don't know who I want to be. No scratch that! I want to love, more specifically, I want to love you...who are you? Beats me. I want to smoke a cigarette, you're gonna hate me for it, but it's better than lying about an addiction that beats me. I want to share a thought with the entire world, what that thought is, it beats me entirely. I wanna write letters for the rest of my life, and I want everyone to stop using the money in their pockets right this second. It's not fixing anything, what it was made for, it beats me. I want silence when I think, to be the only one on Earth, just for a brief minute...so disappointment and fear get a break from influencing all the things that "beats me." I want an easy fix, and I want you to tell me what it is that beats me so frequently.

Cup Runneth Over

I stumbled upon (not using Stumble, mind you) on a certification program through Seattle University for a K-12 guidance counselor thingamabob. And the more I think about it, the more I want to help! Ever since High School...it feels like that's kinda the position I've taken on with my friend and family; that shoulder that everyone needed. In High School it got to the point where I was getting taken advantage of in that sense...but I've learned the difference between those people and the good ones that just need someone to listen. It almost feels like this has been right in front of me the whole time. I have no idea what the demand is for Guidance Counselors within the Education industry, but that doesn't seem to matter to me right now. Sometime soon I will find a Career Counselor...and keep the loop of help looping. Whoever this person is, they'll listen to me...help me, and send me on my way, ready to listen and help the next person listen and help others. It's a beautiful thought to ponder. Also...I'm tired of living life very secured and afraid to take risks. So, I'm going to take a risk. I'm going to England for the Winter Holidays! I'm going to destroy the last of my savings/inheritence/camp paycheck...and just GO! It's about time, right? Life is beautiful...just as it should be. I love my friends and the children I have ever worked with...this is a world you introduced me to, and can't seem to stay away from. Camp/Champions...you've changed my life for the better. I can never repay you, but I'd love to try!

Honestly

I've decided to start a jewelry line, and it shall be called, "honestly." Overall: I want to call it "Honestly." I want unconventional/slightly controversial things to dangle from peoples' earrings, necklaces and bracelets...to the point where people have to do a double take. The objects or pendents if you will, will shed light on the secrets we try to hide from others or ourselves...especially if it means we will be judged. It will turn our world of fear into a fashion statement. Wear your heart, fears, embarrassments, and faults on your sleeve...literally. This is ultimately an art project/a way of reminding myself to adhere to a completely honest life-style. Even if it means people not liking me. It also brings up the question...what atmosphere would individuals wear these pieces in? Where would they feel comfortable wearing them? Everywhere, only around friends? Never? What could you possibly say if you saw someone wearing a necklace that appeared to be a cigarette on a chain...wait, it reads, "frequent quitter." Honestly?! Exactly! Honestly. That's the idea anyways.