The silence makes her think out loud.

I love with a mighty force, and I live with an appreciation for all things true, and right, and real.

I'm a small town girl growing into a real world lady.

May 29th
5:43 PM
Venti tiger chai with espresso. Much-needed after today.
Woke up at 7 to my Mumma pitifully asking, “can you take me to the hospital?” and that pretty much set the day’s mood. She was up all night in writhing pain - a pain she was familiar with in her back/abdomen, but that far outlasted any previous episode she’s had.
Spent an hour waiting to get into the ER. And then another hour and a half waiting for the doctor. And another 30 minutes before anyone thought to administer some medication to relieve her from her personal hell.
Then the next couple of hours were spent doing labs and an ultrasound to see what was happening. She was relieved to know that she’d been taking the proper precautions with her previous spasms, and that her self-diagnosis was close to what was actually happening (gallstones).
Not so stoked that she had to pay through the nose for an ER visit that took the better part of 6 hours - the first 3 of those, waiting impatiently in pain.
But all of that aside, she needed to get labs done, and she really did need to see a doctor about it. Although, not via the ER would have sufficed.
Basically, this has been quite the Tuesday of Tuesday’s.
Ready to finish off this glorious chai, hang for a bit, check up on madre, and perhaps go to MIB 3 with the bro and his buds.
Sigh.

Venti tiger chai with espresso. Much-needed after today.

Woke up at 7 to my Mumma pitifully asking, “can you take me to the hospital?” and that pretty much set the day’s mood. She was up all night in writhing pain - a pain she was familiar with in her back/abdomen, but that far outlasted any previous episode she’s had.

Spent an hour waiting to get into the ER. And then another hour and a half waiting for the doctor. And another 30 minutes before anyone thought to administer some medication to relieve her from her personal hell.

Then the next couple of hours were spent doing labs and an ultrasound to see what was happening. She was relieved to know that she’d been taking the proper precautions with her previous spasms, and that her self-diagnosis was close to what was actually happening (gallstones).

Not so stoked that she had to pay through the nose for an ER visit that took the better part of 6 hours - the first 3 of those, waiting impatiently in pain.

But all of that aside, she needed to get labs done, and she really did need to see a doctor about it. Although, not via the ER would have sufficed.

Basically, this has been quite the Tuesday of Tuesday’s.

Ready to finish off this glorious chai, hang for a bit, check up on madre, and perhaps go to MIB 3 with the bro and his buds.

Sigh.

May 25th
11:49 PM

I want to be that restless thought on your mind.

May 14th
10:38 AM

Easy come, easy go.

It’s insane how random lines from songs can strike such a powerful chord with you.

::

One of my best friends is moving tomorrow, and it still hasn’t really hit me. I mean, in a way, it has - I’ve been cringing at her countdown from the beginning, for personal selfish reasons - but I’ve also been just as excited for her because I know she needs this, she needs to get out there and be happier. To find her place in the (real) world.

But still. To be here, on her last day.

For tonight to be the last night we throw down with some of the wrecking crew - for a while, at least.

It kinda sucks, you guys.

My summer’s just getting started, but I won’t have one facet of my life here to be a part of it.

Damn.

(sigh)

Okay. Enough with the one-sentence-separated-by-a-space emo crap. TODAY IS GOING TO BE A GOOD DAY. TONIGHT IS GOING TO BE AN AWESOME NIGHT. ‘NOUGH SAID.

/vent

May 10th
9:57 PM

(lingering thoughts)

teasing my mind.

April 16th
12:03 PM
Saturday’s walk through Totem Park (of which I didn’t take any photos of the totems. Haha.)
The beach. The path. The stream. The Sitka-style Willow.
Today it’s Mosquito Cove! SO STOKED.

Saturday’s walk through Totem Park (of which I didn’t take any photos of the totems. Haha.)

The beach. The path. The stream. The Sitka-style Willow.

Today it’s Mosquito Cove! SO STOKED.

March 8th
12:10 PM

Apologies,

To my followers who’ve been constantly “bombarded” with Invisible Children/KONY2012 related posts on my behalf.

But, for those of you who’ve been following me for a while, you know that I’ve been a supporter for the better part of six years - far exceeding the amount of time I’ve been a part of the Tumblr community.

My reblogs of people’s skeptical posts aren’t meant to start an argument - with them, or with anyone else.

I’m merely providing the opposition with more information, so that they can (hopefully) unbiasedly formulate their own opinions.

It is important to take into account all of the information provided on an issue.

With that, I will apologize again and will be minimizing my posts related to the topic for a bit.

I’m focusing on staying posi and hopeful that change is on the horizon.

March 7th
9:19 PM

RE: Joseph Kony

In the whirlwind of dust that’s been unsettled because of the recent explosion of the massive social networking and global awareness of Joseph Kony, and more directly, the social critiques that many have, since yesterday, justifiably decided to state in regards to Invisible Children and their near-decade amount of work - I thought I’d, first: post the link to IC’s official response to the critiques they’ve gotten over the last 24 hours:

Critiques - I highly recommend you read it, new and old IC supporters alike.

And second: write a personal note on the subject, if only to get it off of my chest and get back to feeling and staying positive about everything that’s happening.

The amount of awareness that’s been achieved, in such a short amount of time, is overwhelming to say the least! Up until this morning, I was most literally at a loss for words; the only audible sound I could make when trying to explain what was happening to somebody was, “AAAAHHHH!”

Personally, yesterday, I was nearly bouncing off the walls from all of the networking I’d seen via almost the collective internet!

Sure, in the luls of excitement, I would wonder to myself just how many folks who were tweeting and reblogging the 100,000+notes-KONY2012 posts really knew about all that Invisible Children has done, other than what was cliff-noted and summed up (very well) in the KONY2012 film.

Nevertheless, I told myself that, even if it was a “bandwagon” effect, it was still succeeding in a part of the purpose of the viral video - to raise awareness; to make Joseph Kony and his crimes KNOWN.

And yet, I had this sinking feeling that somehow, with all of this nonstop momentum, all of this positive energy was bound to be met with an opposing force.

And sure enough, come this morning, I logged on to my respective social networking sites to see various different people sharing, posting, discussing, and even venting about what will be done to capture him; why this “hype” is needed; that this attention is misleading; that the only way in which Kony will be captured is with violent efforts that will directly harm the child soldiers we’re seeking to bring home; and above all else, the most common topic I’ve seen is on the “inner financial workings” of Invisible Children, with people declaring their dislike for where the money goes; opposing the fact that money is even involved; expressing vigorously that it isn’t about the money; etc, etc.

To the first set of generally pessimistic inquiries, I was a bit taken aback that anyone who’d seen the film and reciprocating viral expansion of the campaign could jump so quickly to a negative frame of mind.

And to the general discussions of the financials of IC, all I could think was, isn’t this all just a bout of irony?

The very same people who were declaring their discontent about the financials of Invisible Children, were seemingly obsessing over this one fiscal detail; stirring up angst over something they said “isn’t what this campaign is about” - getting lost in their disdain for one needed portion of what makes the work that the staff and volunteers of Invisible Children do possible.

Regardless of how any of us feel about where our money goes when we choose to donate it to an organization, nonprofit or not - there is one clear and present fact:

Nothing is without cost, and everything is fueled by currency of some form or another.

As much as it is ridiculous, this is the truth.

But what I’m getting at here, or trying to, is that this isn’t about the money. It never has been.

Although it is a much needed factor in the functionality of a running business organization, it is not the mission. Money is not the mission. Money is not the goal.

Yes, it is an ever-uncomfortable cog in this revolutionary machine, but it is not the reason we are doing what we’re doing.

Directly taken from IC’s response:

We are advocating for the arrest of Joseph Kony so that he can be tried by the International Criminal Court (ICC) as a precedent for future war criminals. The goal of Kony 2012 is for the world to unite to see him arrested and prosecuted for his crimes against humanity.

Above negativity, above money, above the good and the bad; above everything else: we are seeing the invisible, and employing the world to see as well.

We are demanding accountability and justice where it has been so unjustly missed.

We are human beings, proving that the human connection is still alive.

February 24th
1:23 PM
Current picks at work :)

If you hadn’t noticed, I lead a Lee Pace appreciation life.

Current picks at work :)

If you hadn’t noticed, I lead a Lee Pace appreciation life.