Halloween Anniversary

Jordan and I started dating on this day 5 years ago. It has been half a decade! Words can not describe how much I love this boy. We have been through many trials and tribulations in our time together, but each has made our love for God and each other stronger. He is the answer to my prayers.

Happy Anniversary, Jordan! I love you.

AND I NOW HAVE 3 RESEARCH PAPERS TO WRITE! THIS IS THE BEST SEMESTER EVER! LIKE SERIOUSLY, I AM SO HAPPY THAT THIS SEMESTER HAS GRACIOUSLY COME INTO MY LIFE! I LOVE THE WORLD OF ACADEMIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



%&#$ you academia.

I know I should really blog, but I am now getting into the grit of researching and (now) actually writing my 2 research papers. Yuck!!! So, I most likely will not be able to blog as often as I want, but you never know when a moment of severe procrastination may hit. I'll try to come around, but I can't make any promises.

I know. I am as sad as you are...I promise.

Oh, College Football. You are so good at keeping me out of the library on Saturdays (not that that's a hard thing to do), I am not sure if I should commend you or not. You see, I really should be on campus. Reading about motherhood and the second shift. Choosing academic sources wisely and collectively. Getting my annotations together and organized. But no, you're enticing and competitive atmosphere that you bring into my home every 6th day of the week has me reeling in excitement. I just can't manage to get off the couch. Throw in the fact that the vegetable drawer in my fridge is loaded with, not nutritious and organic green vegetables, or even fruit for that matter, but ice cold Shiner Blonde and Bock. May I add that this is my final semester of college? That I am about halfway done with my final 16 weeks of school, and I have absolutely no room for procrastination and failure? I don't think you really care College Football, whether I graduate or not, and that sort of hurts my feelings.

You are making this relationship very difficult. I was always told that compromising is very important in keeping a relationship together, and it seems you have not kept up with your half of the deal. Must you be on every weekend? Must you schedule the most interesting and action packed games on the Saturdays when I should really be in library, studying and researching to my heart's content? You are making it very difficult for me to finish my last semester in college. All I ask is for you to just give a little.

I hope you take this conversation seriously, NCAA football, because I do not think my father, nor my federal student loans, will find it very funny if I have to stay another 16 weeks in school because you could not get your act together. So shape up. I need you to cooperate.

Please Don't Sue Me!

Don't worry, my loyal and obsessive readers! Playlist Thursday has made its return! I know how sad and depressing your lives may have been without its continuance, so I am here to answer your prayers. I have noticed that my previous posts and musical selections have "timed out" and no longer appear on their respective pages. But have no fear! Youtube is here!!!! I am hoping that by uploading youtube vids of selective songs they can hang around for a while. Of course, I also hope that I am not breaking any kind of copyright infringement by doing this, by Youtube, the internet, or the artists themselves. So I'll just post this little disclaimer just in case:

PLEASE DO NOT SUE MY BELOVED, POOR, HUNGRY, AND INNOCENT LITTLE COLLEGE SOUL. I DO NOT OWN THE MUSIC VIDEOS OR THE WONDERFUL ARTISTS APPEARING IN THEM LIP SYNCHING THEIR LITTLE HEARTS OUT TO THE CAMERAS. I JUST ENJOY THE TUNES AND HOPE THAT BY SHARING THEIR MUSIC OTHERS WILL TOO.

So, with that teeny little law-abbiding logistic out of the way, I can finally say "Yay! It is Thursday! The start of the weekend begins shortly and boy do I need to work on my ridiculously tedious, ten-page long annotated bibliography for my sociology 310 class that's due on Tuesday, not to mention my twenty-page long senior thesis for my HIST 418 class a break from school!" I finished the novels I had been reading last night, and am sort of at a loss for what to do in my spare time while I am working on my research papers waiting for my brand stinkin' new AMAZON KINDLE to come in the mail that my oh so sweet boyfriend is getting me for our 5 year anniversary that is coming up in a few weeks!!! Wait, should I mention something about this not being a commercial? Or that I am not promoting an item or anything? Cause I love ordering stuff from Amazon, and if they sued my beloved, poor, hungry, and innocent little college soul, well I just wouldn't know what to do with myself. So instead of reading my beloved novels in boring paperback editions, I guess I can read the academic books I am supposed to for college blog instead. So I decided to bring back Playlist Thursday.

I know you didn't need that whole spiel about why I decided to do Playlist Thursday again, but you got it anyway, so you're welcome!!!!!

Hold onto your knickers!

I don't know what it is about Miranda Lambert, but something about her music makes me LOVE IT! Like this song, which in a way, reminds me of my old Houston home. May it RIP.



Or this one, which is like, totally a slap in the face to all the yankee women up north:



Like I said, LOVE IT.

I never watch this show, but my brother showed me this song, which was done on their show, and for some reason I liked it. I think this girl has an amazing voice. Plus its fun to sing real loud and annoy people.



I like to pretend I have this amazing, gospel busting, church lady voice and belt out this tune in the kitchen. Much to the dismay of my lovely roommates. They just wish they had has much talent as I do.

OK. That's what I have off the top of my head for now. There are like a million songs running through my head every day. For some odd reason, Alanis Morissette was stuck in mine this morning:



Check out those brows man. Was that the 90's or what? I am not even sure I like that Alanis song. Why was it stuck in my head? I hadn't even heard it on the radio or anything. But I do know I like this one:



Goodness I like some depressing music.

OK. I could go on for days. HOPE TO SEE YOU NEXT THURSDAY AVID READERS (cause I know there are so many of you!!!!!!!!), or perhaps maybe in another 9 months...but hopefully not.

Oh and post script: I learned how to strikethrough today! Not with the help of my friend Emma though...naaaaaaaah just kidding. Without her I would never of googled. Plus, I think I just learned how to link as well with her name. So, much thanks to Emma.

(Wait, perhaps I should have asked your permission before I linked your name. Because, well you know, I have so many loyal fans and subscribers I don't want any freaks wandering over to your page and do some serious stalking...so don't sue me either Emma, or we can no longer be work friends).

OK Bye!!!!!!!

Empty pages of notebook paper stare at me. They give me a gloating look, teasing and enticing me to scribble. My hands begin to sweat, my fingers tingle at the thought of what I could do to those empty pages. My mind is screaming "they need words!" Yet, my eyes can only stare. I dream of writing for days on end. Non-stop pen movements, gliding across the faint blue line, pouring out sentences of emotion. My arm and brain work together to expel the stories streaming through my brain as the tip of the pen explodes with thousands and thousands of letters that come together to form words, sentences, and tales. I can do damage in only an hour's time, and I can only imagine what would happen if I had my whole life to author all of my imaginative thoughts.

I squeezed these out in 30 minutes today:

Blank page. Blank feeling. Will there ever be healing?
Dry wind. No rain. Forever enduring pain.
Find the help. Find the Cure. Do not say unless you're sure.
Ease the burden. Date the Age. Erase the marks from the page.
Cut it open, what you're seeing, take away the feeling.
Make it blank. Make it absent. Forever to repent.
Because there can be no healing,
without a blank page. Without a blank feeling.

Hello stars, how have you been?
It has been a long time, my friend.
How are the heavens? How is our God?
Are you pleased with all that you saw?
I pray real hard for all things dear,
my simple "hello" at least you hear.
Although it's a miss, I carry you 'round.
Hoping you can see every sight, every sound.
The absence of voice is difficult to bear,
but I keep faith that somewhere you are near.
I stare at the stars expressing my dreams,
hoping you'll join them as real as they seem.
I wish you well, the warmth in my heart,
for I know you are with me, never to part.

Happy writing :)

- Shirley