So

The frustration sets into concrete, making simplicity a novelty rather than reality. There's something that must be spoken, but the hand prints on the windows say much more than words. I Love you, I still Love you, until the sails of this ship reach some hidden harbor, forbidden, exclusive, and unfaltering to the fleet behind. You promised me an eye patch, and it was my nails that scratched your vision. Please, sweet vagrant, be still and be kind, and sooth my words with your heart. Don't forget Love. Please. She hasn't forgotten you.

Scratch Paper

Hate's walls are crumbling
terror is ripping at the seams
there's nothing that can stop us
we are light, we are beams

So if you find yourself alone
in darkness, fear, or pain
remember Love, remember us
let demons all be slain.

I take Refuge...

"The universe and its inhabitants are as ephemeral as the clouds in the sky;
Beings being born and dying are like a spectacular dance or drama show.
The duration of our lives is like a flash of lightning or a firefly's brief twinkle;
Everything passes like the flowing waters of a deep waterfall."

I am going through myself, reconditioning my amygdala. This morning, these words of Buddha have held my hand and helped me breathe. Losing my nose in a book this morning...is Saving...My...Life.

I'm remembering all the beliefs that saved my life once before, but have been left to fade. Non-intentional, but nonetheless, left behind. But here it is, a coal, waiting to be turned into a diamond....a diamond mind, sharp enough to cut through ALL my mental hang-ups and mood addictions. I WILL cut through this, I WILL retrain my mind, and everything IS O.K.

Remembering my Sanctuary built within Three Jewels.....It's so safe here.

Untitled again.

My words are a precursor
to the actions i plan to expound on
the timing is now just right
so let's let the seasons fly

It could be a scary take-off
but knowing there's no landing
other than here
with you and me

simple suggestions of understanding...
You leave me here, untitled.

From Far Away

Standing in the corner peering out into the world, it's like standing on the median of a freeway. Cars zoom past, not seeing their surrounding, but only seeing what drives them; their selfish motivation. What the hell people. Can you pull your head away from your lamely and selfish existance and see that you are beautiful people who are needed for a much higher good than what you do for yourself?!

My heart has no words. I can only look at you. Stare at you. Love you through your ignorance.

This is my sigh.

Severance

A severance, a torn head
notions too violent for me to speak
how I wish they were violets
playing violins
under rooftop tins

We laid slain
crimson puddled and stagnant
longing for a connection
always getting disconnect
don't risk another can

A severance, a torn head we lay slain
Notions too violent for me to speak crimson lay puddled and stagnant
oh how I wish they were violets longing for connection
playing violins always getting disconnect
Under rooftop tins don't risk another can


Don't risk another can, get dirty and play along. This is as well as we'll ever get. So get up and come along. You better bet this is Love that will be until skies drip in disdain to make haze blow up blue dresses in the wind. Winding down just to undress and fade...towards deliverance...or just a dance...something true...or just you. So stir the bloods, awaken the bass line. Replug the pulsation, a reunification, within, throughout, let's incarnate this Love!!

Quirky Premonitions

As i typed *that look*
a man walked in
and gave me
just *that look*

And as a friend was saying to me
"it's like i got two birds with one stone"
i loaded the page that fights the cage
vegan outreach. front page. two birds.

I've also found myself digging through the rubbish
to find things that didn't belong in the first place
put there by me
a place it never belonged.

Who is tapping into my mind?


Ugh. Life Beckons.

The Dress

As Lavinia careened for the sheets, The Spirit of her room saw an opportunity to take control. Lavinia was at shoulders depth in her wardrobe. Entirely bemused; pulled out tulle, buttons, and Victorian floral. Her able arms assiduously put together The Gown, her mind was null of lucidity.  Intricate attention made sure the tulle went with each specific floral pattern, each button was positioned in precise vertical alignment to the next layer of buttons. It was an endeavor sitting pretty for The Spirit. She lacked physical ability to decant The Gown on her own. The Spirit devilishly made Lavinia her subterfuge. The Gown was made, as was the completion of The Spirit's Stratagem.

"Remember to breathe, enliven yourself...."

A rush of lucidity flooded the footprints left of The Spirit. Lavinia's awareness alerted her towards something very alarming. On the bed, a faultless gown.

Your Eyes

Through every downward falling drip of salt

all I could draw was your eyes

ferocious was blood's first drop

in space, as I'm your compact heater 

and everything I had heard of Love

none of it was truth

and then there's you.

You've revised the merriam webster of

my philosophical being, entirely.

Post-It

I would draw my heart on every post-it
a note to leave on every person
so they might be reminded
of my Love for them

If it's a sew you need I know a hem
and I'll pull the needle straight through
your torn and tattered fabric
with such delicacy, that my blood might tastefully be

Delight  in that which I sew into your seam
to strengthen you as iron
irony won't come into play
this is YOUR day and it has nothing against you.

Please, don't be afraid.
step out and share the light that I promise
i PROMISE, to sew my light into you
and make us connect as mellow is yellow

My needle to your tear
i'm here
i'm within you
i'm everywhere.

Dear God

This is a song for my truest angel. My heart weeps deep, and with vibrant gusto that my Love consumes the light, then stands alone in the dark remnants. There's no echo of my sobs here. All that is, is Love. All that's here, is Love. Ironically, HOWEVER, Love is everything. It is farthest from the universe, to the deepest of you and me. So as much as I may hide my Light from the world, through self inflicted misery of unjust pain that was to never be, to never breathe. The enemy should have no light to see. The brilliance of vision is the punishment of death, and for you, my angel, it was far too soon. Baby doll- do you know how broken I am? That I can't hold you to my cheeck and show you a butterfly? This...chokes...my...heart .I cant imagine I'll ever fly as beautifully and wholly as I would've had you, my precious, been at my side.You've been on my mind, mind, Mind if I wish,wish you were more than a precious black and white blip across a screen. A polaroid snapshot of the most perfect Love to ever face the sun. His only true rival, your pretty smile. I'd kiss your eyelashes, butterfly, you and me would fly. I stopped your life to feed my own inner demon. In twelve days time watched your littlest arms grow. Inside me you found a safe haven, and inside me, you meet the clock tower. I fed you to my demon, I'm sorry, so sorry, so so sorry. I promise you though, Little Love. I live for you. I live for Love. I will live for everything you'd have ever been. Your precious soul will find it's way to this planet. And My God, what a blessing to even catch a glimpse of your most precious shadow.

Not Enough

If I had enough, would I know it? I'd like to say yes, that I'm fully content, and my heart could want no more. But I'm human, and my heart craves a unification with pieces lost. Connections severed, and ties unstrung, left to fade away. I wish for every person I've ever come in contact with to feel my heart. A million fingerprints on my heart, and I crave a billion more. Please God, send me people to Love. Put me to work, use me. Make something of this funky little mess I am. I'm open to learn, I'm open to Love, I'm open to Live!

Small Pallets

If you could all just do me one great big favor today and Love someone. Thanks!

xoxo

Sundaisey

The pirate has been chosen,
to claim a region once barren and void.
He's strong, sailed the war of another sea
brought back air on his fingertips
heartland grows lush in his presence
And at home, feeds it to me.

The words couldn't be artistic enough
to paint my heart for you.

Breathe In

Take time to remember
Who we are in this space
For it's borrowed; a matter of time
until we cast away

Don't be afraid of the universe
Or the majesty it is
Let it embrace you and Love you
perfectly, without hold

Galaxies

In a mind wave you're there
glowing red blue yellow.
I love you,
sweet fellow.

Exempt you made me
Of the traitor that should be
Only to follow you
Co-inspired, too

You smeared this paint within my eyes
But you're still glowing too bright.
I bring in darkness and immediately see,
You're growing presence, delight.

Let This Be

Here we Are. But are we, really? Are you really reading this, or is it a sensory illusion that is only "here" because it adds emphasis to the experiences and gained knowledge that changes our thoughts?  Are you reading this, because I'M Sophia, and YOU are YOU, and you're on your COMPUTER? Negative. My mind is parsing together these words for your main input/output center to process. You're reading it, and your mind is establishing links (hopefully) and making connections that will lead you, ultimately, to understanding and gained knowledge.

All we really are is energy and matter. And the energy is simply information. A subatomic particle too tiny and fast to see.  The matter is what creates the illusory solids that we perceive as a material reality, while the information tells the matter how it will be structured, to represent what it will mean in our mind. (ex: a chair, your mom, etc)....and you can guess what the energy is. That's right, our thoughts.(AKA Information, duh?!) Our thoughts are what create everything, what changes endlessly, and what moves us and everything around us.

So, I'd like to take this space here [] to thank YOU for reading this. You have given me an opportunity into your mind, to open a door that may be very, very closed.

Are you really reading this? Are you really in that chair? When you kick a door jam...does it really hurt?


Call me Morpheus.

Come In

But don't have a seat. There is an epic tale waiting to be read. But you must find it. I know, it is an incredibly difficult mission, but you MUST follow destiny. Follow the star that guides you. The star may go under the alias "Purple Find".


I know you will find your way.

xox
Sophia

What, Wednesday?

Well here I am. Perched on my seat behind the desk up front. People start to come in, ready for their school day. Some eyes look bright and shiny, open for interaction and so full of what they call "light." Other eyes come in that simply stare forward. No further explanation can be laid out, for there is none. Their eyes simply, stare, forward. Some eyes are sad, others mad, some may as well roll upon the floor. Stuck inside heads that look so void and useless.

Inhale, exhale.

It is my day.

Hello, Monday

I realized today what the point of a weekend is. It's to make little v's with one ascender extending further than the other, exhale the previous week's stress, and love to your heart's contentment. You then come back to work on Monday morning, feeling amazingly renewed. I am starting my week strong and firm. (haha) I didn't realize while my weekend was going on just how amazingly great it was. I had superb time with My Sweet Girl and Super K. Cuteness all around. Hooray!

And I leave you with this, a paradigm of love:
You can have an open vibe towards any types of people. Especially those whom you favor most. You open up to them, let them in. You connect on an intuitive level. Some people may not realize it, but those especially advanced in the studies of human nature can easily pick up on it. It's easy to send positive vibes to those who you know and love (plainly stated). I'm going to experiment today by keeping happy vibes free for the sharing.

I'll let you know how it goes.

Happy Vibes,
Sophia

Wake UP

Shining eyes
Hissing lips
You're a contradiction

Don't put that on
It's this you're after
Draw out your masquerade

Please be kind
Go jab your eyes
Samurai

The Watch

I sat back in the overly stretched room of white. Just diagonal of me was White Ribbon. She took out wipes and cleaned. I watched her method, studied each stroke of her hand. The wipe smoothed out the mouse, the keyboard, the desk, her laptop, her pen. It was ritualistic, then it came out to play. The melody that shook The Lifesource. It was an orchestrated painting of movements and sonatas. Scales of G Major were forcibly lured into her mind.

My life

Plus 1 point for having a violin.

Absurd

Contentment is a funny thing to experience. You can get very, very comfortable in ANY surrounding, and always remain so. But what happens when a rock is thrown into your oasis? You lose the serenity that you had, And life becomes a mess. There's a delicate balance between being content, and striving towards greater things. But how do we balance that? I think if you make progress in your life, and you can be content in the changes, that's one step. Or a complete acceptance that life comes in layers, and some will be better than others. Take what's good, and also take what's bad. (Haven't I been saying that ALL along?)

I'm confused of many things, it's a good thing I'm taking this week for introspection. If it takes longer, so be it. This is different for me, taking a break from the world, all the while updating my stats. I guess it's because I'm so happy with the friends that I have made that surround me. I weeded through a TON of douche-buckets.

So if you're reading this,
Thank You.
I Love You!!!!!!

xox
Sophia

Something

Torso disconnected
Like a web that's hardly spun
No counters rest your head and
Life is crawling on

Last night I finished watching Hot Rod. Here are my thoughts:
It's an incredibly silly movie. Every single part of the movie flows from one silly idea STRAIGHT into the next. It's phenomitastic. It's truly a work of art. Everything that happens is something unexpected, something so unusual to the "normal" human function. I feel that way too many movies these days are too predictable. I know exactly what is going to happen next.
B-O-R-I-N-G. Hot Rod is the exact opposite, its' unexpected twists and turns are pleasing the the mind. I Loved it. If you watch it and don't love it, you're only seeing surface level.

Open Your Mind, Quaid! *wiggly fingers at YOU*

This bit was supposed to be posted yesterday, but failed.
To your left we have the bath house, and here we have the candy factory, and over there is where the beagles live. If you'd like a tour of the stadium, I'd be happy to oblige.

We closed our eyes to let the colors form, and they started stacking like a mad game of Tetris. A hybrid male began to form, a one hand clutch to the rain-stopper which carried his wind upwards. We glanced down, the bricks that made his feet were drizzling a mess of XX. Something to transfix our attention on. Panic frenzy, gasp for air. The mud below was stretching upwards. But despite the spit that ran leashless down her throat, no screams could be mustered. So mustard came and saved the day. The mud went away. And the tomato garden melted, causing the boy to yell "Catch up!!"

That's it for today. Goodbye loves.
Sophia

ir, a startle, and an exhale of easy content. Whisper soft, delicate. Brava, mi amore. Snore, sleep, sweet.

Her form barely creases the sheets, her lips curl, her eyes flicker. I wonder what she sees. The distant hum of a plane is over bearing to her ears. A st

Tension, Intention, Attention

It's that time of heart
When the deceptive
Come out to play

They with cruelty
Seem to always have
Their way

Minds shouting against
But hearts burn logic
For heat

I'd clear myself
Of this nonsense
Mind and heart Agreed

Life Asphyxiation

Over the course of the last 168 hours, I've had a grotesque abundance of suffocation. It would be nice to write a note and take holiday for a while. I'd like to take me and the little one to San Fran. We would sit in a park and I would make her a flower necklace.

Untitled

It's nice to pull my head out of the clouds. But reality is surely a sting. It's not a great feeling to realize you've been spinning your tires and not getting anywhere but further into the ground. I let myself get all sorts of tangled up, holding onto false hope/expectations. I need to stop diluting myself. I have so much more to live for that is solid, true, and wonderful. Like yesterday, an amazing day.

Until then,
Sophia

Yay!

The only way I can explain my day is to simply say, yay yay YAY! (I'm simply happy, let me be, you have no idea how great it is to be me) So my weekend was splendid, how was yours? I had some fun, I did some chores. My rhyming is so simple and clean, my day is glittery, so pristine.

The ocean was like an endless supply of sparkling champagne; bubbly, energetic, and wonderful. The waves were rough, and to frolic amongst them was as if you were riding a mechanical bull. The water, cold cold cold. Approximately 10 degrees above an ice cube. But a pure joy it was to conquer the fear and stand strong against the blast of cold water upon your skin. The sand was gritty, course, and abrasively found it's way into every nook and cranny of your body. It's nature's finest exfoliating treatment. You go in rough, get tumbled in the elements, and come out smooth and polished. For free! Hollywood's million dollar treatments can't even begin to compare.

The ocean is my weakness, love is my drug, and life is a trip.

With admiration,
Sophia

What was the happiest moment in your life?

Every breath I take is a miracle. And I'm grateful for every single one I'm given.

Ask me anything

Would you rather be rich or famous?

Famous!

Ask me anything

If you could go only to one restaurant for the next five years, which would it be?

Sushi Deli!

Ask me anything

What's your earliest memory?

My 3rd birthday. My mommy was making me strawberry shortcake. I was getting over a cold, and Daddy wasn't around.

Ask me anything

Who's the most beautiful person you know?

Aurelia.

Ask me anything

If you could only read one magazine for the rest of your life, which would it be?

Cosmopolitan. It's so funny!

Ask me anything

What TV show do you wish would go off the air for good?

Gossip Girls.

Ask me anything

How would you describe your personality?

By my name. Sophia.

Ask me anything

Who was the best boss you've ever had?

I honestly don't think I've ever liked any of my boss'. Authoritative figures annoy me.

Ask me anything

Sneakers or sandals?

Sandals!

Ask me anything

Where would you like to spend your retirement?

At a nudist resort. Naked, wrinkled, and droopy.

Ask me anything

If you were given a brand new yacht, what would you name it?

HMS Boogie Barge

Ask me anything

Who's the most underrated athlete?

I don't know sports.

Ask me anything

Do you want to be buried or cremated?

Neither, I want to die in the ocean. I want my body to be disposed of through the bodies of the sea animals that will feast on my remains.

Ask me anything

If you could ask God one question what would it be?

Shaken or stirred?

Ask me anything

Who's the most underrated actor?

Me.

Ask me anything

What is something that a "big deal and/or controversial" that you really have opinion or a side on?

Religious fanatics. I'm completely, utterly AGAINST it. It's demeaning, negative, and annoying as all hell. (no pun intended)

Ask me anything

Who would win in a street fight. Taco or grilled cheese sandwich.

Well now that depends on the proportion of lettuce:tomato, and cheese:bread. Because if Cheese>bread, and lettuce<tomato, then they would just duke it out until it was one big messy glob of taco cheesy sandwich carnage.

In other words, A taco would win. :)

But then again, If it was ME that had made the grilled cheese sandwich, it would by far "take the cake." I make amazing grilled cheese sandwiches. Famous!

Ask me anything

Who was your first crush?

Michael Jackson. I was 2 years old, dancing in my living room, professing my love for him. I used to say I was going to marry him.

Ask me anything

GROSS MORNING

I woke up 20 minutes late. I took an extra long shower. I couldn't decide what to wear. My bangs were in my eyes. I took a pair of shears to my bangs. I laughed at the discombobulation of my bangs. I changed my outfit. I changed it again. And again. I left my house 27 minutes later than usual. I skipped my morning Starbucks. I'm drinking nasty un-half and halfed, un-sugared coffee.

WTF. Complaints, go away.

The morning will be over at noon. I can survive until then. :)

I'm actually a LOT happier now, just venting about my morning helped.
Thanks for reading.

Love Always,
Sophia

Sing Along With Me

Hey everyone. I thought I'd share a list with you of my favorite bands. You can check them out, add more via comments if you think of any that I'd like. Please. :) (I linked every band name to their website...you're welcome)

Lenka - girlie, Aussie-pop type stuff.

Thievery Corporation

Groove Armada - A little bit of jazz, r&b, romantic beats, electronica, all in ONE. (I can't properly describe it, just check it out.)

The Cardigans

Zero7 - The singer has an incredibly smooth voice. It's SEXY. They're probably my favorite of all right now. SO incredibly sexy. Mmmmm.

I'll add more. You guys check these out for now though. :)

Love You All,

Sophia

What is the funnest thing you've ever done

Oooh I can't remember just one incident. Funny things happen all the time in my life. :)

Ask me anything

What was the best advice you've ever received?

To get to know myself.

Ask me anything

What's your favorite type of flower?

Gerber daisies

Ask me anything

t-t-t-Tuesday

There's nothing like paradigm shopping. Hillcrest is an amazing neighborhood for shopping, eating, hanging out, people watching, and living. It's small, quaint, and central. Amazing people, amazing EVERYTHING. So anyways, I was walking about with one of my fellow CGD students, shopping, fashion shows, and LOTS of giggling. At one point, my friend popped off with the comment "Bloody douche bag" (with a British accent). It made me squirm at the thought, and the squirm was followed by immediate hysteria. I found it SO bloody funny that I was forced to run into the nearest building to ask if I might use the loo. Luckily the nice receptionist at the Dentist's office let me use her loo, and I got 2 free toothbrushes. Random!

Then we went to Taco Tuesday last night. I was sipping my lemon water, and the same friend made me laugh again, this time water was expelled through my nostrils... Woo.

The most soul nourishing part of my day was spending time with my best friend. I missed him dearly while he was in Italy. It was nice to sit in his car and drive, sing songs, and just BE. <3

It's been a lot of adventures for me.

So gangster, I'm so thug,
Sophia

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if you had to fight a cyborg-pirate-ninja-jesus-titan... how would you defeat it?

I would dance for it. It would fall down laughing, and then I'd tie it up, throw rocks at it, and leave it for the vultures.

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Dance Mania Monday

Hey everyone! It's Tuesday, Thank the Universe. Yesterday was quite a weird Monday. My hours got cut at work, so I was slightly bummed. Then I was frustrated with Coleman University and it's nonsense. But I lived through my day. Hanging out with my best friend made it a LOT easier. Thank GOODNESS he's back from vacation. Yay!

So last night, I went home feeling very, very grumpy. I hopped in the shower, which provided me with amazing relief. I'm so thankful, and feel SO blessed that I can shower, daily. It's a gift that I have to thank God for, with utmost sincerity. After my shower, I felt so wonderful that I had a dance party. (of course.) I recorded it, you can watch it here. Don't mind the fact that my butt is eating my neon shorts. Just appreciate the leg warmers, and my lumberjack hat. Haha.

I love being me. I learn more and more about myself everyday.

The more I Learn
The more I
Love,
Sophia

Who would win in a fight: pirates or ninjas?

Ninjas of course. They are meticulously trained, dedicated, and Asian. Pirates are just sloppy and drunk.

Ask me anything

A Delicate Topic

I have a formspring account, you all know this. Well someone, anonymously, posted a couple things quite mean. I could have opted to simply delete them, and forget it ever happened, but I chose to leave it there and respond to them. Someone posted "I think your disgusting." I have tried not to let it bother me, but it has a bit. It makes me wonder why people are so mean. They were obviously a 'friend' on Facebook to have even seen the link to my Formspring. Thus leading me to the conclusion that people send friend requests not because it's a genuine outreach for communication, but because they want to spy on my life, and criticize all that I am. Ouch. :\

Here's how I feel... I try not to be mean to ANYONE, because it's MEAN to do that. It's negative, and ugly. That's not the kind of life or personality that I'd want to associate with. I try my hardest to bring life and joy to everywhere I go. I'm blessed that being joyful comes naturally to me. And apparently, some people can't handle it. They want to bring me down and hurt me. That SUCKS. I'm a strong girl, but I'm human. I have a heart, and it is open to all emotions, including pain. I know that I HAVE to understand that joy wouldn't be joy without understanding pain (like one of my previous posts explained), but it still sucks.

A seed was planted,
But the earth is unreceptive.
It shall not be given life,
A tree it will NEVER be.

With kindness and love for you all,
Sophia

Spring Cleaning

I've recently realized that Facebook is like closet clutter. You have a ton of friends, you talk to MAYBE a handful, and the rest are there simply collecting dust. I've also realized that some of the people on my facebook are NOT friends, they just want to spy on my life. Eff that. Delete, check. Ahh. :) Relief. So if you're still a friend on facebook, consider yourself lucky. You've made the cut, congrats.

Now onwards to a fine recollection of my weekend. Friday night was calm, and fun. Saturday found me at The Handlery hotel in Mission Valley, sipping a pina colada, poolside. The forecast said to expect clouds, but I happen to know a little someone with super powers that make clouds go away. So it was a gorgeous sun-shine filled day. We went swimming, hung out with some Aussies in the jacuzzi, and giggled in the sun. Loved it! Then it was adventure ON, to Keela's house. We watched It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia. That show is funny. Gail the Snail...oh how you entertain me. *slurrp* Then it was sleepy time. So zz's were caught, and I awoke on Sunday feeling vibrant. I had lunch at Rancho (in North Park) I consumed half of a Vegan Burrito, walked around town for a bit, then it was homeward bound. Overall a splendid weekend.

But the BEST part, EVER (seriously, EVER) is that my best friend is home!!! YES! Brent has finally come home from Italy. I'm super happy. SUPER HAPPY. Life can go on as usual now. Yay!

Oh, here's a funny idea I had.. You know those Facebook groups that people become fans of? Well so many of them are odd, and just have STUPID ideas, so here's my input of a STUPID idea. How about a group called "Some food is so delicious that I regurgitate it to taste it again."
How 'bout 'dem apples, eh? It's heaps of stupidity. Word.

As usual,
xoxox,
Sophia

Something Worthwhile

Do you ever feel like you get into a lull? Like life slows to a crawl and you're thoughts are only the impulses of reactions to what surrounds you... That's have I've felt recently. Like there's nothing spectacular going on. Now, this is only thought numero uno. It's one of boredom.

Now here is thought numero dos. How can we accept and enjoy what is good, if we do not accept and enjoy what is less than spectacular? (Note how I don't use the word "bad") It's like this: I enjoy the days that are overcast in grey, with dreary skies and drizzle. I think they're amazing, and I appreciate them. Why? Because if I ONLY knew sunshine and blue skies, I wouldn't appreciate it quite as much.

Here's what I'm getting at... When life gets you down, try to appreciate it. Open your mind and your heart to what lessons are available for you to pick up. Learn to appreciate the "down" times, so that when you start heading back up, it's SO much more enjoyable.

Knowing pain intensifies love.

Knowing rain intensifies sunshine.

Now for a conclusive bit of inductive reasoning: I need to enjoy this lull in my life, because it's only temporary and when I reach another upswing, It's gonna be SWEET!!

I hope you understand.

Love,
Sophia

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Art History

I've been really into learning about art, and how it's developed and who has contributed to the different styles. I found this website and thought I'd share. It's wonderful.





Art History

Testing

What I meant to say last Tuesday

Was that being intoxicated at 1 in the afternoon, then going to Bellmont Park to ride the roller coaster is a hoot and a holler, baller! *dance dance* I suggest doing it. It's great.

I dance a Lot.

:)

LOVE IT!

Amazing Weekend!

Friday night was simply simple. Nice dinner, a bubble bath, a game of chess versus my computer, and then sleep. It was nice. Saturday was intense. Keela and I shopped at World Market, then BevMo. Only to find the most delicious drinks, EVER. It started with ChocoVine. Its a delightful mix of smooth chocolate, and red wine. It's imported from Holland, and goes down like chocolate milk, but with a kick. Then there was X-Rated. (French Vodka) This awesome fruity pink drink is so feminine it makes Barbie look like a man. Hey! Looks like the French actually did something right! Yes!! I made a blended "thingy" with it. X-Rated, Blood Orange Italian Soda, Sprite, Ice, blend! *Sip* *Aaah* The boys liked the drink but couldn't drink it, for their pathetic fear of being seen as a girlie man. Haha. I mean, how girlie can a pink margarita glass be, really? :) And then, to top of the drinks from the world, we had margaritas. Mmm delicious. So after a bit of pre-bar house partying...

I made it over to Kensington Club, for the Apes Of Wrath CD release party. I got there right as the boys were hitting the stage. It was a jolly good show. :) Got the CD, Yes! Got it signed by the band, YES! (I'm a big fan...sue me) Their music is so good your ancestors are shimmying in their graves. Check them out http://www.apesofwrathmusic.com

So let's fast forward to Easter Sunday. Holy Rising of the Magical Baby! Yadda yadda, fun stuff. I went to breakfast with my mom (gotta spend some time with el familia). Then I went to the beach, with Jeorge and Dustin (from AOW). Dustin wore my short short little shorts. wow. What a sight. I'd post the picture I took, but I lost my phone somewhere in the fiasco of last night. Haha. So after the beach, we all have sand in terribly awkward places. But we went to some little house party barbecue which was neat. People watching is a riot. Then after that, we dropepd Rob and Dustin off at Ken Club so they could gather their musical playthings. Then Jeorge and I went to The Blind Lady and had amazing pizza. I had 3 slices. Jeorge had 1. I, apparently, am NOT watching my 92 pound girlish figure. :) Then after pizza, we went to the Beauty Bar. WOW. Diamond Dog night at the BB. Quite interesting. All sorts of feather fluffing going on. Lots of boys with lots of things to prove. Haha.

The night ended..never. The night hasn't ended. I haven't gone to sleep yet. I'm at work, on a Grande coffee, waiting for noon to come around so I can get some lunch. Mmmm.

My life is grand. Wouldn't you agree?

SO GOOD

Okay, I was going to write about my AMAZING day yesterday. I'll do that at some point, but right now I only have this to say:

People who crowd around a baby carrier, crooning, cooing, babbling, baby-talking, "ooh i want to pinch your widdle cheeks!"...gah. Its damn nauseating.

People, it's just a kid.

Get over it, go back to work.

Insert vomit *here*

sdrawkcaB

My normal routine:
1. Wake up and get ready for work
2. Coffee, and some type of breakfast
3. I get to work 20 minutes early, and take this time to disinfect my work station. (Paper towel and Purell, YES!)
4. I do my homework (all of it, thoroughly)
5. I turn it in on time (my homework)

Yesterday:
1. I woke up late (forgot the set my alarm the night before)
2. Coffee, no breakfast
3. Still got to work early, still disinfected everything
4. I DIDN'T do my homework (WHAT?!?)
5. I went to Taco Tuesday, and I was drunk by 1:30 in the afternoon. (WHAT?!?!?)
6. I rode the rides at Belmont Park, drunk. (which is very fun)
7. I did some "tourist" shopping. I bought NEON orange tiny shorts. (What a show!)
8. :)
9. Home, exhausted, with a hangover by 9:00 P.M
10. Went to bed

I was a rebel in every way possible yesterday. And it was fun. >:)

Today:
Back to the normal routine!

Yesterday was ALL crazy.

Finally!

Yes! It's true! Here I am! After searching high and low for a blog site, I've found it, and I'm here. *smile* It's been a hectic day thus far, an argument with mummy-dearest this morning curtailed my happy vibes. Yuck. But alas, coffee always comes to save the day. I am jived-up and ready to have a dance party. Unfortunately, I'm at work. Front Desk Receptionist position doesn't offer much lee-way for random dance parties. (which I am quite fond of)

Well, as far as a formal introduction goes... Hello! I'm Sophia, and happy you're here.

Ta Ta!