One midterm down, three to go!

How you like? It took me an hour and thirty minutes! I was expecting it to take a day or two. Eight days till home!

Is it Spring Break yet?

Over winter break I packed up my entire life, then heard that it was transported to a new home. Yeah I said good bye to my old home, but sitting here in my dorm room I like to envision my life back home going on without me. But it is somewhat difficult to do when you have no idea what is looks like. Sure I was able to see the new house, but my parents have been living there for about a month now. They are settled in, and embarking on a new branch of their life and I have missed the departure from the old. But I too left and I am now sailing away on my journey too, then again I still want to feel apart of theirs.

When I talk about how I get to go home to see the new house for Spring Break and I have my own bedroom! They look at me and say, "your parents gave a room even though you won't be living there?" And I am like yeah, you don't have a room in your parent's house? And they say it is a quest room, dumping ground, or equipment room. It makes me so sad. I don't want to be the girl who lives with her parents after college but I don't want to leave the cocoon of our home. Or I am not ready, but who is to say I will feel the same way in four years. That is a long way from now, on the other hand time flies (when you are having fun! ).

On top of the new house we have recently adopted a new member of the family. My mom's new baby Olive. I have not met her yet, but already love her. I am so glad that my mom has a new friend, we all took losing Remmy hard so this is a nice addition to our new branch!

A week isn't long but hopefully it is enough for me to get a feel for what Santa Barbara is like for my family. I have been told that I will be helping get my room set up as well as Brit's which I am happy to do. All my friends are so annoyed with me because all I can talk about is Olive, my new room, my new house, the car I will get next year, and what ever else that makes me happy but what can you do I am the girl who moved away to new state, left her twin, left her home of 16 years, and haven't played serious volleyball since JOs last summer (that is my drug of choice in this life, so I have been having serious withdrawals). So I have alot to gain and ready to obtain it and enjoy it.

11 days and counting....life is a sweet as apple juice my favorite!

new favorite cd!!! Artist: Allen Stone Album: Last to Speak

everyone will like it I promise, the trainer in charge of our workouts swears by him and always has it blasting in the weight room! And it is not the kind of music you would think a large man would workout to. love it!

be my valentine.

What is love?

Love is the feeling of home. Of belonging. The desire to do anything for another person. You can talk about anything or sit in silence. Smile for no reason at all. Laugh so hard you can't breathe. Be angry and ten seconds later be best friends. Love is what keeps me going. Because knowing that there is love means that life can be good, is good, is exciting, and sometimes painful. Love is everywhere, look around. It is in a look, a hug, holding hands, smiling, laughing, a wink, a sigh, and I love it.

The day of Valentines Day is a day to show your love to those you love. But I don't need a specified day to do that. Everyday should be the day to tell, show and share your love everyday.

The hard thing about this year was that I wasn't surrounded by my loved ones. I didn't get to hug them and tell them how much they mean to me. But I did wake up this morning and found a note from my parents in my valentine mail box that my RA put up. This note made me cry and I want to thank my RA for doing whatever she did to get my parents to send me a note and to my parents for their precious words.

This is what I call love:

Love is awesome and fun to share! Happy belated Valentines Day!

I love being a member.

I have always know how much I love being a sister. The bond cannot understood by someone who does not want the bond. I have realized this week that not all siblings are like mine. Yeah we kick the shit out of each other alot, but we truly love each other. I have so much in common with Brittany, of course, Holland, and Morgan. And yet we are completely different. I am so grateful. I can say, yeah I would rather sit around watching TV, go on a bike ride, make a fort, or eat dinner with my siblings then hang out with my friends. My friends are important but nothing is quite as comforting or fun as being with "my people". No one else gets my crazy, obnoxious side like them.

Brittany is my rock, my other half. She is the left side of the brain (which ever side is more creative). My sounding board. The mirror "normal" people wish they had, you are all green with envy. The girlie half. The one who doesn't become weird and obnoxious until right when you get into bed at night. My built in spell check for my blog. The artist. My best friend. She knows all my secrets. And I love her for all those roles and I appreciate you Brit. Thank you.

Holland the instigator. The beauty and the bully. The quite, popular one. My side kick (when she is not Brit's). The fighter. The true lover. The animal whisperer. She is the one who know which buttons to push, the one that makes me cry, the one that makes me laugh till I pee, the one that makes me angry beyond belief, the one that gives the best cuddles (even if they are more like death locks). Thanks for being you little sis. You help me be me and I love you for that. I am so proud of you. I could never do what you are doing.

Morgan the sweet sensitive guy. The thinker. The imagination. The girls guy. My baby brother with the huge forehead. The cuddle bug. Mamma's boy. Dad's little man, the son he was ecstatic to receive. The one who can play sick and get away with it. The man everyone women will want to marry. The anger management case, when I push him over the edge. The wanna be singer. Wants to play an instrument, but in till he does is totally content pretending he can. The listener. Thanks MAC for filling my life with laughter and joy. I love you, can't wait to see you grow to be ten feet tall.

I am so lucky to have these amazing human beings be apart of my journey through this thing we call life. They are my helpful and handy tour guides and maybe I am theirs as well. Thanks guys for being who you are. Because of you home is truly where the heart is and I have the best family a girl can ask for. Thanks Mom and Dad for giving me the coolest kids to be my siblings. Who else, of anyone that you know, can have a good time like we have a good time. Kids our age usually don't get along as well as we do and I am so grateful to brag about how much I love my sibs! You guys rock! Love you to the moon and back, and then around a million more times.

Lots of love to go around, Mere

me encanta

Here is the art that I have been working on for the past three weeks. It is a series of four separate works. The first being the simple line drawing, the cross hatching, and then the inverted dots. The final piece is all three works incorporated into the 3 by 3 grid, called a tileation. I like the end result and it is pretty good for the first piece of work, if I do say so myself.

Life is good up here in the Great Northwest. It has only been three weeks and I am already ready for spring break. Not that I am truly enjoying school, I am. I just hate missing out on the transition. Not to mention the well being of my lovely roommate is on the line. There is only so much I can take. But I have good news, she will be transferring next year. So for the next four months I need to keep my side of the street or should I say room clean. And have good krama and "try" to be nice.

Oh and other good news. Spokane is having the strangest winter. There is no snow! I am still cold of course but everyone says that I need to be thankful because it could be much worse. So thank you global warming for slowly letting be acclimate to the freezing winters of the Great Northwest.

Hope all is well, lots of love.