Harry???

So I don't know how many people that read my blogs, (even though there aren't many) know my goal of reading all the Harry Potter Books before the new movie comes out. Not going to lie it started all because of the last Harry Potter movie, and it leaving on a cliff hanger type ending, and that wasn't going to roll with me. So I began the week of Thanksgiving to start to read the Harry Potter books, and boy did it take a while for me to get through the first two. I started book 2 during the break and then put it down, until eventually, (like January) I picked it back up. Push comes to shove, and I am finally starting book 7 tonight.

I never really ever thought that I would enjoy Harry Potter. Never in my wildest dreams did I even imagine me picking up the books and reading them, and I have always enjoyed reading so reading them shouldn't have been very hard. However, the desire was never there until of course the movie didn't answer all of my questions that needed to be answered. The second thing I must admit is that this is the second time that I have purposefully read a book before the movie counterpart came to theaters. Not going to lie, I read Shutter Island thinking it would be released in October of 2009, and was far to prepared for Hollywood's take on the book in 2010.

Now I understand, not all people like Harry Potter, or will ever have an interest in the book or movie, however I must admit, J.K. Rowling did a good job. And for that I guess she can deserve the millions she made. (unlike some other millionaires in the world).

The Waiting Game

For whoever knows how long, I am playing the waiting game with various stores throughout the McKinney area. Hoping and crossing my fingers that an email or a phone call will come saying, "Hey what do you want to do this Summer?" But who really knows right?

I know that I just applied recently but I am seriously hoping that I do in fact get hired, partially because I want actual work experience rather than just life experience. One of the reasons why I am not enjoying the idea of this waiting game is that I really don't know what I am doing and if I am filling out things properly. Another main reason why I am extremely intimidated is because I am seeing all sorts of signs pop up in Brownwood about employment opportunities, and I am not applying here but at home. It makes me scared that there won't be available jobs in town so I will be stuck doing nothing useful or productive.

It's odd, realizing this is my first summer without any big plans of adventure, or camps or what have you. I am going into summer without having signed up for anything, and it's oddly refreshing.

Summer Time

I am really looking forward to next weekend. For some reason I am just really ready to be done with this semester. What am I gonna do this summer? I still don't know how to answer the question, I do know that my parents want me to get a summer job and I do know that I am fine with that idea, if I can find a stinking job.  But most importantly I just want a break from learning and due dates and all that loveliness.

Pre-Finals

Today was a wonderful day! I really am perplexed how through this week so far I have remained so calm and stress free knowing finals is right around the corner, however it's something marvelous. I had a presentation today that I only truly started yesterday and I really wasn't worried. I had the normal amount of nervousness but that was it. However if the stress free the week gave me wasn't good enough, I spent quality time with two great friends and watched a funny movie. Who knew that the week before finals would be such a breeze!

Unblogable.

I really am hating my blog habits of recent. And I have no clue how long it will take until my blogs get back on the stage of readable again.  I think a big problem is I am procrastinaiting and start them when my mind is something else. Another problem could be some topics that do remain on hand I feel are unblogable. Because somehow the wrong eyes will lay across it and be mad or upset or even worse start trying to give advice on my life.

Just Me.

I am not going to lie, I was very close to going to bed without typing this. However I realized almost last minute. The thing that has been most prevalant on my mind lately is the fact that the school year is coming to a close and to me it's no biggie. I am not freaking out about finals, or major projects rather I am just being me. And I think that especially at times like these where stress is supposed to be a part of life, I am perfectly fine with it.

To Be Brief.

My laptop won't last much longer because it is on it's last amount of battery and I can't find half of the plug but tonight has been adventurous. Thanks to seeing friends, getting a tornado warning, having a nice old lady hand me my wallet that I dropped, a 149602503532 mph wind tunnel, and most importantly seeing family. All in all a fantastic end to a grand weekend.

Struction

Time for a first time tonight! I actually remembered a topic that I wanted to write about the other day. Ok so yes, it's still technically late however it is back on my mind. The topic kind of goes hand in hand with the title of my blog page, "The Beauty of It All" just because I have decided that I really think that construction and destruction are really pretty.

Now I know that some people such as enviornmentalists or historians might not be siding with me on this one but there is just something beautiful about the act of both. Construction is beautiful because more often than not it creates something brand new in an area that at one time didn't have it or even more beautiful, it improves something for all to enjoy. And then there is the deconstruction, for me the beauty of it all comes from the idea of new beginnings. That building is being torn down to place something new there whether be a park, home, school or even something not so nice, but also I just really like the looks of delapidated buildings. I know it sounds odd, but sometimes the prettiest places are the onces that are the way the are because some bad things had happened, whether storm, fire, or accidentally being hit by a bulldozer, it's just beautiful.

Home

I love being home but more than that I love being able to sleep. Sleep whenever and in a great bed.

The Adventures Of Speed Racer (the fish)

As I was driving home today, I thought of a fairly fun little prompt that I could right a short story on, and I am not going to lie, it might not be that great of a story but it for sure amused me when it came across the fore front of my mind. The story line would pretty much surround a road trip and involve 2 characters the whole time, the driver and her fish in the front seat.

Now, I know that it might not be an instant hit but when I was driving in some disgusting traffic by the airport I couldn't help but every now in then fear that something was going to kill poor little speed racer, which of course brought on the story idea. I know it might not go very far or at all. However I think that there needs to be a story about a girl and her fish. But most importantly the book could take a turn like the girl and her friend sharing the fish and something dramatic happening to the fish on one of their watches. (NOT SAYING THAT SPEED RACER IS IN BAD HANDS AT ALL!)

Just a thought though. 

Take that Math!

Without a doubt I conquered a great feat today. I conquered procrastination! Now it might not seem that impressive but I actually finished my homework that is due tomorrow before tomorrow! I am pleased!

don't bother reading

Today was the last full day of my Tuesday night class and I am not going to even lie, I am kinda sad. Tonight was one of the funnest nights in the class because people were actually talking about random stuff a little about the professor and a little about Harry Potter it was fun. Now I am tired. This blog sucks.

Locking Keys in Cars

So if you have read any of my earlier statuses this evening you may have realized that I locked my keys in my car. But it's all good. Why? Because sometimes it's the little things in life that make you realize the bigger and grander things in life.

After going on a grand adventure trying to find my keys at Chicken E and the Early baseball fields my keys were nowhere to be found until we make our way back to campus and I look into the passenger seat for once, and BAM the angels flew down and started singing and my keys were there. Not going to lie, I was praying hard for the keys to be there. And it made me think, this is chapel-like, gratitude, I am grateful for the little things in life where God takes care of me. And I am especially grateful for people like Jeff the security guard that God places in this world who is able to unlock my car leaving barely a scratch. 

Locking keys in cars, or realizing that God is still on his throne, either way its the same thing for me. 

Rambles of the night.

I hate it when I start my blog when I am tired because I always know that nothing truly groundbreaking will come from typing with yawns coming every 5 minutes or so. I hate it when I go to type a blog and all day I had good topics to discuss and interesting ideas to throw onto the web and all of  a sudden when I finally pull out my laptop and go to type, all the ideas slip away into the abyss of la la land and never come out until the next day when once again they tease me.

When I go to write things, I for some reason always have that small desire that what I write will be something that one day some one will oooh and awww over however I know that, that idea is just a fantasy and that no matter how hard you try fantasies don't always come true.

However away from all this nonsense the magic of the evening definitely occured primarily at the Corley household this evening when a snake wound itself around the motor of a 4 wheeler and we tried to get the snake out. Only to later tease it just enough when one brave soul was riding it trying to irritate it just enough did the trick. The snake try to escape the four-wheeler through the seat but then realized that the plan wasn't going to work well. Needless to say, the rider screamed loudly and we on the porch laughed.

I can judge you if I want to!

Today was a very long day, but I got to spend a good majority of doing something that I absolutely love. Judging, I don't know why but I really like doing it. Even when I get no more than a twenty minute break between rounds and there is no free lunch and the pay isn't the best ever, I love it. I even love it when I am the squirrel judge on a panel and one of the judges on the panel begins to discuss how they thought the round went and I am thinking, "blech, that kid was terrible!" The only thing I feel bad about though, I must admit is judging people I know. Not because I am a biased judge and will automatically let friends win, but because I force them to earn my vote.

One of the reason I was so willing to go and judge today besides the fact that I was getting to do something I love, was that it was an important tournament. I got to judge regionals for 5A! I still am kind of shocked that I was able to judge for such an important tournament however I am stoked because I get to put it on future judging resumes and things of that matter! I love judging. And now I can officially say, I have decided on whether or not 6 different students get to compete at state. And I am perfectly fine with how I judged.

Short Life thought

I hate it when things don't work out the way that we plan them to. Like when you and a friend try for something and only one succeeds and the other doesn't . Just isn't fair. But sometimes that is life.

Teen Mom

Teen Mom and 16 and Pregnant are shows that just crack me up. It just shows the bad side of America for every nation that gets MTV. It's just sad. I don't know why we have entertainment that promotes things like teen pregnancy. It is entertaining but sad on how we find our entertainment.

Rhyming Attempts

I don't know the future,there is no crystal ball in my hand.
What I do know is that the hourglass is running out of sand.

All I see is the path that lie in front of me.
And to much of my dismay there is nothing else that I can see.

Tomorrow is a mystery while yesterday is just plain history,
As for today, just a blind man's fury.

Ultimately, though the "poem" is terrible it all comes down to the fact that I am blind when I start to think about the future. I truthfully have no stinking clue of what will come my way. Whether success, failures, love, heartbreak, hope or destitution, I don't know what will happen. And right now, I am perfectly fine with that!

Philosophize Ya!

I have had these thoughts and type discussions before and I have decided that in no way could I ever be a scientist in any way shape or form. However I believe I have come to the conclusion that being a part time philosopher wouldn't be so bad. Philosophers tend to look at things intently without going into it too much and scientifically rather they look at hypothetical situations and morals and ideologies and things of that matter. I never want to be a scientist because they have to know the hard facts and nothing else of the matter. But I would love to be one of those philosophers whose works practically consist of a giant book of quotes that some people already know and follow! I have been told I have deep thoughts, and some philosophers are considered great thinkers. So I think that I am going to write down on all my resumes from here on out that I am a philosopher because I can be!

BiPoLaR

How is it that sometimes one certain thing can affect us a million different ways? I mean everyone has something in there life that brings them different emotions at different times. Looking at a picture and having it bring you joy, and then looking at the same picture at a different time and it bringing tears. A phrase that friends may toss around one minute causing laughter the following week leaving behind a nasty scar. I think in a way there are times that all of us have little bi-polar moments. Times when we think of a memory and are strong, and times when we reflect on the same memory and almost collapse with heartache. When a song comes on the radio and you can't help but jam out to it, then the same song comes on and you can't help but feel just plain numb because of the insignificance of how it relates to you at the moment, or then again you hear it and all you feel is the pain of all the old memories that are after all just memories.

It's odd. When you sit and think about it, certain actions evoke various reactions, even if it is from the same person. Some things can pull our heartstrings while at the same time be the very thing that plasters a smile onto our face for so long. I guess what I am trying to say is that right now things are looking on the up and up. Throughout different things in life things are just looking brighter. It may help that I am not so much on the stressed out side, and more on the chillaxed side of life. But it's still good to know that as for now the bi-polar-ness of events seems to be consistently on the positive end rather than well, the negative. I am grateful for that too, life is better when things just seem better.

Speed Racer the Fish

Today I got to go on an adventure with the one and only Whitney Turnacliff all the way to the majestic town of Abilene to figure out what in the world was wrong with her phone and we ended up making a detour at the Abilene Petsmart. Though we initially thought we were going in to find a Beta but that was before we saw the pitiful looking betas and the beautiful and speedy goldfish named Speed Racer!

I love little Speed Racer don't get me wrong, but as I was reading the bag holding our brand new fish, I got to thinking. When did we decide to start domesticating fish to where they aren't allowed to be released into the wild? When did we decide that it was cool to make it to where animals wouldn't survive if all of a sudden man kind were to vanish?

It's crazy to think that, and I truly don't know how that popped into my mind. But alas, alas it did.

hpu fest

working at a merch table for Revive!!! Want to post more later. And may be working a merch table for rock the desert?!?!

Captured!

So I am worn out! And tired but I just want to say I captured the flag tonight! Truthfully I walked in the dark of the night and grabbed the flagged and walked back over towards our side before I passed it a ways from the line to Tim Marlin! It was intense! I really want to type more on this later because it was awesome!

Laughter. There are so many different laughs out in the world and every person seems to have their own variety of laughter. The gaffaws that fill up a room, the chuckles that are snickered in corners and crevices. I love the differences in laughs they make me giggle.

Resolutions Pain

I am tired. Not the tired as in annoyed but tired as in sleepy and ready for bed. Times like these make me wish I never made a new year's resolution to blog every night, because when I forget to complete my blog and the clock gets to ticking and the eyes get to drooping, I get tired and regret having these blogs. I am tired but sticking with this resolution even though I almost forget and make real lazy blogs due to tiredness. Pain in the butt.

Success!

Some times in life, I just have to smile because I do something that I want to do rather than just talk! I am a pro at just talking the talk with I want to do this, and that but for the first time in a while one of those crazy "I want to" came true! And I know that might sound a little lame, but I have always made "safe" actions and never truthfully done any thing the least bit crazy. This is one of the first times that I made a spontaneous choice that is fairly permanent and I followed through!

Sometimes you just have to follow through and not just talk the talk, but do the do. I am happy!

Change

"Somebody once asked could I spare some change for gas, I need to get myself away from this place. I said yep what a concept I could use a little fuel myself, and we could all use a little change"   - Greg Camp


I just quoted smash mouth, I think that makes me totally awesome. But aside from that, the whole quote is pretty true. And I just realized I analyzed this section of the song and shall now share with ya. 


So the first bit talks about needed some change for gas, and that is extremely true because gas costs an arm and a leg right now. Right after it though however just speaks of taking a break, getting away from what ever may be holding you back physically, emotionally, mentally, or spiritually. A lot of time, I will see myself introspectively and realize hey, this is not the best idea to be looking down that road and yet I do it. I realize that I have things holding me back from merely moving forward in life, and  not going to even lie, a lot of it is me. Sometimes we need to get a break from life, and from what ever may be holding us back. 


Now the next line is pretty snazzy too, we all get worn down, and this portion of the verse just reminds us that we all need to be fueled back up sometimes. Every now and then people get at each other's throats, they get tired, cranky, annoyed, obnoxious, and ultimately need a little refueling to get back to what is "normal". (again I have no clue what normalcy truly is) But we do need that bit of R&R or else the whole world would go insane, and hectic. But the big impacting part of this verse has to be the end, "we could all use a little change". I don't know how often we as people do this, mainly chicks, but we go around and criticize how others are. Whether big or small flaws, we all have problems! But so much of the time people push aside their own faults and go into looking at what is messed up with the neighbor. The truth is though, we all could use a little change. We all have things in our life that aren't what they should be. We all have hindrances that we need to leave and run away from. 


We all could use a little change in a lot of different areas in our life. We all have our little hang-ups, and every now and  then we all run a little empty on energy, patience, and life. So every now and then, we are required more than just pocket change, but the concept and the action of change. 

Post 100

I feel as though this post is very monumental, and I think that our society is to blame for my thinking so. In our culture as elementary kids we celebrate the 100th day of school by taping 100 pennies to a piece of paper and showcasing it on the hallway walls. In the television industry every 100th episode is always guaranteed to be the best, greatest and most hilarious episode yet. Part of me wants to personally tell you that this will be the best blog yet, however TA-DA, no promises will be made! I had an epiphany earlier today when I realized this would be post number 100, and thought it would be cool if I made the 99th post all about the song 99 luft balloons, but then reality set in and bam, this is post 100.

So lately, I have been considering doing something fairly different for me. Dying my hair dark. I know some people dye their hair all the time, however I am truly considering just randomly going to the cosmetology school downtown and letting them change the color from blondish to brownish, and possibly a streak of blonde or pink or red or something funky. Just because, that and I can only have crazy hair in this time of my life. Because like this being the only 100th blog post in my life ever, this is also the only time I get to truly do crazy things and seeing how I am not an extremely crazy person and I am fairly sensible I am thinking a hair change may be acceptable in my mind. So for my 100th blog post I am admitting to something I hope I am going to do and what not!

Whitney Time

Sometimes in life you just have to spend time with a buddy. Even if that means watching a really stupid movie with the Whitney Turnacliff and feeling like I am about to crash  any minute. Makes me excited to look forward to next semester when we live in the same exact place! Pretty jazzed!

And for now...

I am not going to lie, I every now and then it makes me sad to realize that some blogs I write don't get as much attention as I would wish. I know, that is a little concieted sounding but sometimes, I feel like I pour myself into specific blogs and am longing for a little feedback to know that people hear me. I guess it's just that, when I know that I am trying to let people know certain things,whether just for amusement or because I am truthfully being honest, I want attention to that. Sometimes though, I write certain things hoping that someone will read them because I can't say them out loud. Because making some thoughts audible just make them that much more real. I just can't find it in myself to flat out tell people, "Hey this is what is truly going through my mind right now" because I know for fact that people just don't care a whole lot. And the people that do care, I truly appreciate but sometimes they just seem so far away and distant or just oblivious of how I am actually doing righ now.