Just Needed A Reminder

I think I forgot why I started this blog, and need a little kick in order to remember. I think I may publish more now that I've revisited that era of my life. Who knows? 


Where do I start? I guess that's a question everybody starts out with. How bout a story? All right...Once Upon A Time in a far away land there lived a lovely family, in Farmington. They were the kindest, sweetest, most sentimental family to ever walk the face of the planet. There was a mother and wife; Betty Lou. There was the father and husbad; Billy Bob. A grandmother; Margarette. Lastly there was a handicapped daughter diagnosed with severe cancer named Faith. This story is not like any other fairy tale, because in this story we don't end with "happily ever after." You see, Faith, was over come by her cancer at the age of 39. She had lived to see a prosperous life, she had acheived what others didn't believe she could acheive, she had a heart of gold, a heart of warmth, and the courage of god by her througout her entire life. This story doesn't end happily because Faith has gone home now, to fly, fly away into the world of pearly gates, white clouds, and to meet the almighty creator himself. Faith, and her story is a true story.


I decided to create a blog to let everyone know exactly what I'm thinking, a place to vent, a place to cry, a place to laugh, and just a place to write. I'm here in honor of "Faith." I'm here to tell her story and my story. I decided in this first blog what "Don't Ride," means. It goes along with the quote "just ride that roller coaster of life." Well my feelings are Don't Ride. If we sit on this ride of life all we end up doing is letting ourselves watch the world pass by only to back to the beginning. I say "Don't Ride," live, learn about this rollar coaster you're on, let your inspiration and intuition get the best of you! Life is a one time thing. I learned from faith that all though she was handicapped nothing was going to get in her way of climbing that mountain. But what impresses me the most is she, in an essence, climbed that mountain for herself. She didn't climb it to please those non-believers she climbed it to live her own life. She climbed it to show herself "if i can do this I can do anything." Faith will be missed on this Thanksgiving day, she will be the inspiration that guides me to the top of the mountain, she will be the wind beneath my wings, and she will be the reason I don't sit and ride I will live and let live.

Why ask?

I was watching the most revolutionary show the other day...Desperate Housewives. Bah! Okay, maybe not the MOST revolutionary, or even the most moral, but still a very good show (when it comes to VERY fictional television), anyways, but I did have an epiphany during Sundays episode. Susan Delfino had been struck down tragically during a protest in her neighborhood rupturing her one and only good kidney. So, she was in desperate need of a kidney.

So...fast forward a whole junk of drama happens and she gets a kidney from the ex-wife of her mortal enemy, but that's not important. In the hospital, while waiting for her kidney she meets fellow kidney transplant man, and befriends him...he dies. In this sudden death of her friend she wonders how she could receive a kidney? Why was she the one to live? What was she to do with her life because she had been given a gift?

Well...this is taking too long, but finally she asks her wise, elderly neighbor who tells her, "why ask?" And that is my point. I have been feeling the same way as Susan. I have been so blessed with an opportunity to study abroad, and to live in a good home, to have good and nice things in my life, but I ask "Why me?" Why do I get to be the one that is blessed with all these things? How am I special? I have met better candidates along my road in life, much wiser, much kinder, much gentler souls than mine, but yet I have been endowed with such a priviledge.

It's difficult for me to understand, but then again "why ask?" I have come to realize that my acceptance of the situation I'm in, regardless of whether it be good or bad. I have been blessed. It is my responsibility to react. If something goes wrong or right it is by mine own aura, mine own being, and that divine nature that brings me to understand what fate truly is.

That is life.

I'm going to England.
I am so blessed, and in that blessing I only hope I can return it to the universe, plus some.
That is my mission.

Yet, it's much more complicated to do, rather than to be done.
Right.
Ciao.

Enjoy!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_9CsW7TRxr0

Hungry.

What does it mean to be hungry? Does it mean we long for food, something sustantial to get us along, and through our day? Is it something that guides us, and makes who we are? What is a hunger for life? You may find it hilarious, and maybe a little amusing: but I have no idea. I don't know any of the answers to these questions. It's probably disheartening, isn't it?

I guess, all I can tell you is that hunger is something much more than food (although food is a very good addition to that list), hunger comes from a spark in life. A spark of creation, if you will, it allows us to live in a way that is more prosperous, more rewarding, fulfililng, and loving. Having hunger is what gives us drive to wake up each day, with a tingle of 'want' to get us through.

Where we begin and where we end, ultimately relies on hunger to take us "over the hills and through the woods," hunger is strength.

Hold strong to your hunger, for some days it may fade, but resides lonely within thee. Let it fly.

I've Decided

We live in world where we're a little selfish, yet we're all so selfless. Where the most obvious things are the most complicated, yet the the subtle things in life are easy to get. I don't know. Sometimes I forget that I'm only nineteen. It's really hard to remember. I just want to be fifty already! Retired, own a yacht, and live on the beach until I croak. Oh, the agony. How I wish I was there, but then again, I really don't. I like being ninteen. No matter how confusing, frustrating, and absolutely horrid it may be a times. I like it. You're not tied down to anything (except for school work), but even then you're not obligated.

Being Nineteen allows you to smoke (ew!), and  you're legally an adult. I think more than anything though. The spiritual journey you begin when you're nineteen is something that I never thought would happen. It's absolutely cleansing. It's as if my eyes have finally opened, and I am much wiser now. I have met God, and Oprah, and Celine, and everyone I could ever imagine myself meeting (in my head obviously), I have yet to rise up and meet myself.

It will come though. That day will come, whether it be sooner or later--I don't know--and if you asked me a year ago I would have "freaked out" and maybe even cried, but today. I don't care. When it comes, it comes, but for today I'm just going to..well...live.

:)


Listen to this...

Yes, yes, YESH!!!

So, Halloween has come and gone, and I think I've developed a new love for this holiday that I never had before. It really is a wonderful holiday. A day to recapture your youth, a day to kick off the wonderful holidays to come, and a day to just laugh. I think I'm going to like future Halloween's. Anyways, it was a great week. I worked most of it (of course), but not all is in vein. I ran into two of the hippest, raddest, most fun seniors (as in, Senior, grade in school) on the planet, shout out--ERIN AND ELLEN--you guys made my night.

We got to dress up for work, and I'll most definitely post pics. I was a one hundred dollar bill, and a tiger, and today I'm going to be a mustard bottle. I'm saddened at the fact that it's our last day to dress up, but most definitely happy at the fact that THANKSGIVING is next. I just love Thanksgiving so much. I love the food, and the environment, and just the overall meaning of what the holiday is. It is so fantastic. The day after however, not so fun, but that's okay, I'll hold my head up high, and smile!

Then, there's Christmas. Honestly, I look forward to Christmas just because I get to pull out holiday music. I'm already listening to my Celine Dion Christmas CD. I just love it. I just love Celine!

Anywho, with the holidays coming so do finals, and the end of the semester, work, gift shopping, and so many wonderous things. My wallet is already feeling the effects of it, but we've all just got to stay pooooosssssiiiitttttive, and again, smile, and laugh, and maybe occasionally cry...from smiling and laughing. Well, I'm in a really good mood today. I hope I can keep it up. I'm going to share TWO videos. One, from the wonderful Celine Dion, because I feel everyone should hear her holiday album, and the other is from Legally Blonde: The Musical. It's called--Positive. Tee hee. Enjoy. ;)

It's been a while

It's been a long while since I've been on here. I really want this to become a daily thing, and if not, at least a weekly thing. I've been sickly, and gross. I have not been having fun with this, but it's leaving me--which is good. I have missed singing so much. I can't sing, due to horrible congestion and dryness in my throat, but I'll get there and when I can sing again. The shower will be my venue. :) I have a new baby cousin. Her name is CHARLY. Tee hee. I haven't met her, yet. Again, due to sickness. :( But I can't wait, from what I hear, she's AHHH dorable. I have been learning a lot lately. I feel like I've been reborn. A sort of renaissance that has opened my eyes to who I truly want to be. I was really confused for the longest time, but I think I know now. Which is a huge relief. Even if I'm still unsure as I to what I want to be when I "grow-up", at least having some direction leads me to something. So...I believe, once again, it's time for things "I know for sure..."


Things I know...

1. God lives and he loves me, and you, and everyone.
2. Music has saved and will always save me from myself.
3. My family rocks.
4. My friends rock, too!
5. Oprah is super inspirational.
6. Laughter is the best medicine.
7. Faith is the best hope.
8. Smile.
9. Beauty is only defined by how we perceive it.
10. Being different than the "norm" isn't being different at all.


It's time for some Ingrid. Enjoi.

Well...That was interesting.

This week was the beginning of school, and my goodness. It was wonderful, but so stressful. I think I'm going to like it here. I have no idea what I'm going to study, and that's ok by me. I decided to drop my Music class, and enroll in my Theatre class. I'm not going to lie--best decision EVER!

 Today was my first day and I learned more in this first day than in the last two days of my Music class, and we actually did...stuff, and my professor is amazing. He has so much energy and he really loves the craft. I think I'm going to like it--hopefully. He really reminded me of how much I love theater, and he actually reminds me a lot of Mr. Anderson. *tee hee.

I'm really weighing whether I should become a Theatre major. I either want to declare that or Communications. Still not sure. Hoping I can figure out. Then again, I may find something else that is interesting and go with that.

Today was a good day. :) A really good day. A really grateful day.


I think I should post A You Tube Video...This is the song we listened

in Theater. It seemed to fit then, and it still seems to fit now. Here we go...