I want to take you far...

from the cynics in this town.

And Kiss you on the mouth...

Laying on the grass outside in the warm winter sun. Can be a perfect setting.

early morning song...

As I was walking back to my car from my very unsuccessful run at around 7 in the morning...there seemed to be a very unusual amount of birds waking up at just that time. They all awoke upon seeing the rays from the cold winter sun. They woke up singing, beautiful songs that tickled my ears with pleasure! Their sweet songs seemed to be something more befitting to a spring or summer morning. Either way is was a melodious surprise!

drawn picture soon to come.

A perfect Tuesday....Snowball fight and date!

I woke up this morning to a text from Courtney that said "SNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!". I look out my window to see small flakes drifting down from the white sky. I laid at the foot of my bed, face pressed up against my window while I drifted in and out of sleep.

As the hours past the snow piled higher and higher. And at noon they announced the school was closing at 2. This did me no good since My class was done at 10:45 .

At this 2 o'clock hour we commenced on campus for an epic snowball fight. I think this was my true snow ball fight, since all the ones previous had been when I was a tiny kiddie. It was fun, except for the fact that I lacked gloves.

So the night I have been waiting for all week....the date with Jeff was so awesome! He is such a perfect gentleman! We had dinner at the Olive Garden and then saw Shutter Island. It was a fantastic time! This is honestly the only first date I ever remember going on. For as nervous as I was, there was nothing to be nervous about. He was so sweet and great!

And when I get back to the Outpost to the boys they all get so excited and drilled me how it went. They made each other get quiet (which is quite a feet for them) and they sat me down and asked me how it was. Very sweet and funny of them to do.

Preface to Dorian Gray

The artist is the creator of beautiful things. To reveal art and conceal the artist is art's aim. The critic is he who can translate into another manner or a new material his impression of beautiful things. The highest as the lowest form of criticism is a mode of autobiography. Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault.Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope. They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only beauty.There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.The nineteenth century dislike of romanticism is the rage of Caliban not seeing his own face in a glass. The moral life of man forms part of the subject-matter of the artist, but the morality of art consists in the perfect use of an imperfect medium. No artist desires to prove anything. Even things that are true can be proved. No artist has ethical sympathies. An ethical sympathy in an artist is an unpardonable mannerism of style. No artist is ever morbid. The artist can express everything. Thought and language are to the artist instruments of an art. Vice and virtue are to the artist materials for an art. From the point of view of form, the type of all the arts is the art of the musician. From the point of view of feeling, the actor's craft is the type. All art is at once surface and symbol. Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril. Those who read the symbol do so at their peril. It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors. Diversity of opinion about a work of art shows that the work is new, complex, and vital. When critics disagree, the artist is in accord with himself. We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely.

All art is quite useless.

-- OSCAR WILDE

I sort of forgot what butterflies felt like....

I know this is way late for me to be up this semester. But when you get the chance to snuggle with the ever handsome Jeff...a good rule of thumb is to stay in that situation as long as possible. One because we hardly see Jeff, and two I love to snuggle!

He also asked me out on a date. =)

Saturday morning...

I usually spend my saturday mornings dozing in and out, eating breakfast, and snuggling with buddy...all in bed. And around noon or one i get out of bed.

This saturday I got breakfast at cafe cap with Caitlyn! It was such a fun time! Talking, laughing, eating.

And when i came home i spent a half an hour on the floor playing and petting buddy. I haven't just laid on the floor and petted her for a long long time. Sometimes I forget how soft she is, or how much she loves to give me kisses.

Thursday night Jason's deli

Every Thursday night, me and my running buddies go get Jason's deli for dinner. It's such a fabulous time for me! It's the one time a week I get with other fit, healthy, athletic people and we just talk. A lot about exercise and food, and races and who ran what. It's a very nice change of pace for me, since my lovely darling boys make fun of me for being so tired all the time and don't understand why I work out so much. (not that I dislike them for it....we do a lot of making fun of)

LOVe

It was Valentine's Day yesterday....so here are some LOVE letters:

Dear Buddy,

You are my Valentine and my darling girl! You are my favorite ! And I love you so much! I am glad you are feeling better, and are up to your old tricks and making ridiculous mischief.

Dear Robbie,

You were a fun date! I'm happy I got to spend the night with my favorite guy!

Dear Ben and Ryan,

You boys are my darlings, and I love and appreciate you both so much. Especially since you brought me soda when I wasn't feeling well. Also you are both the best friends I could have asked for. My life is so much more enriched because you are so fun and hilarious!

Dear Gerri,

I miss you lots. I sometimes wish I had my "mom" here to hang with me. =)

Dear Geneva and Shalan,

I miss you and love you sooo much! I wish I didn't have to wait till the summer or end of summer to see you!

Dear sunshine,

Today I realized I forgot what a full day of sunshine was like. I love you for showing up today.

Dear Erika,

I can't wait for next year. You are wayyy to much fun to text! I need to spend way more time with you. You are such a fantastic girl!

Dear all Baylor friends,

I love you!