Saturday, September 24, 2011

One photo of me. 
This is not a photo at all. but perhaps paints just as clear of a picture as to who I am.


"As much as you transform the land by farming, farming transforms you. It seeps into your skin along with the dirt that abides permanently in the creases of your thickened hands, the beds of your nails. It asks so much of your body that if you’re not careful it can wreck you as surely as any vice by the time you’re fifty, when you wake up and find yourself with ruined knees and dysfunctional shoulders, deaf from the constant clank and rattle of your machinery, and broke to boot. But farming takes root in you and crowds out other endeavors, makes them seem paltry." 
The Dirty Life: On Farming, Food, and Love 
Kristin Kimball
two songs


two: Flightless Bird, American Mouth Iron & Wine
one: Love Don't Run Steve Holy
three films

three. Secretariat
two. The Boy in the Striped Pajamas
one. Dirty Dancing
four books


four: one thousand splendid suns
three: wuthering heights
two: water for elephants
one: the book thief
five foods. 


five. cheese
four. pudding
three. pizza
two. bagels
one. coffee 
six places.

six. river falls
five. the farm
four. brittany's
three. jared's
two. krista's
one.                  home.
seven wants. 


seven: I want to graduate college and get a good job. 
six: I want to be able to relax and let my worries go. 
five: I want to travel to the seven wonders of the ancient world. 
four: I want to backpack across Europe. 
three: I want to always be loved.
two: I want always find something to smile about, even in the darkest of days
one: I want to change someones life. 

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

eight fears. 
eight: disappointing  those who matter most
seven: never experiencing the hopes and dreams I have now; bring on the bucket list!
six: limiting my own potential
five: ending up alone
four: not doing well in school
three: ending up alone because of my self sabotaging nature concerning relationships
two: becoming dependent on someone else
one: failing. 

Monday, September 19, 2011

nine loves.


nine: I love to read.
eight: I love my family. As much as they drive me nuts, I will always love my family. 
seven: I love school. As much as I want to be done, I love it. 
six: I love food. My biggest weakness. 
five: I love music. 
four: I love cuddling until I fall asleep. 
three: I love my friends. They will always be there for me. 
two: I love myself. 
one: I love my life. 

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Ten Day Challenge. Done at my leisure. Let the blogging commence. 


Ten Secrets.


ten: I do not handle emotions. I am not a cold hearted bitch. I just hide them so no one sees I am weak.
nine: I am terribly scared of not knowing what the future holds. 
eight: I wish I had the nuts to tell a few people a few things. Some deserve apologizes. Some, a thanks. 
seven: Publicly, I am very cynical. Get me alone and a bit more optimism peeks out from the shadows.  
six: I am not a religious person; but, I am sure God is out there. And that he cares. 
five: I also believe there are other beings out there. Some good, some terrible. We cannot be alone. 
four: If you matter to me, everything you do affects how I feel. But I will never admit it to you. 
three: Everyday I think about joining the Air Force. Even when I say I am over that phase.
two: My knowing who I am and what I want is merely a facade. 
one: Looking inside me to write this, shows me how vulnerable I really am to my own thoughts.