Isn't is strange to think of all the places you've been? Think for a moment, how many countries, states, cities, towns, and homes that you have been to. Think again, how many steps have you taken. How many pairs of shoes have taken you there? I don't know, maybe I am going senile, but it is strange to me to think of all the places that I have been in the last eighteen years. It sure is a good thing that home hasn't moved, and that all of my journeys have led me home.
Happy Saturday,
Tiana.
Happy Friday my friends (if anyone even really reads this, which is doubtful). As you can see, I was quite the unmotivated person yesterday. Let me tell you, I came home from yet another day of High School, and let me tell you, I did nothing. By nothing I mean, I sat on the couch and watched T.V and surfed the web until oh, about nine-ish, then I went to bed (and slept like rock). It was quite nice to do nothing I must admit. Maybe I will do that more often... Haha (that was a funny joke). Anyway, here are my two pictures for days siete y ocho.
This weekend shall be a spectacular one indeed.
Blessings to you.
Tiana.
So, tomorrow I have an A.P Physics test (Ew). And guess what? I don't know how to do half (or more) of the material. Oh well. You see, I have simply accepted the fact that no one really knows how to do physics at all, they just say big words, and write down things that no one can understand and say, "This verifies such-and-such a law" and all that other gibberish. I blame Einstein and Newton for it all. Yep (can't you see that I am burning and full of outrageous fury?). Okay okay, so not really, in all honesty I give those guys serious kudos for what they did, props to them.
Later Gators.
Tiana.
"One oh, you know", oh how I hope that is not our class motto. But who am I after all, I shall tell you that I am by no means a great enough influence to even have the slightest say in what our class motto will be. So by all means, let it be, "one oh, you know". Regardless of our class motto, or song, or flower, or any of that nonsense, graduation is coming soon. Already being almost half way through my Senior year of High School time is flying by, and I must say, the stress load is crazy.
Ta-Ta for now.
Tiana.
It's true my friends, even science cannot comprehend the idea of two people belonging together. I cannot tell you how many times I have heard from a (science) teacher about how love is really just a chemical reaction and that all you have to do is set the derivative of the heart rate equal to the rate at which the brain triggers a neuron and analyze how the results match with the biological behavior of the individual and blah blah blah. Let's get real people, love isn't a matter of numbers, or man made junk, but a matter of the heart, and spirit and all that is left of the beauty that God created. I personally think that people have far too much faith in science. But then again, A.P Physics makes me wonder if taking my brain out and sticking it in a blender (on crush mode) would be more pleasant.
In any event love is grand, isn't it? I think so. Maybe I need to step in and take a closer look instead of getting lost in the hustle and bustle of everyday life, you know "smell the roses" if you will, or perhaps just look down at the "U" and the "I" next to each other just about where the index finger sits and think to myself "All you need is love." (Thank you Mr. Lennon).
Happy Blogging.
Tiana.
Happy Sunday all you blog readers. What a Sunday it was too. With my oh-so-grand procrastination skills, I was forced to do an entire Advanced Placement Physics packet in one day. Fortunately I actually felt like I knew what I was doing, and it only took the majority of two hours (ha, do you sense my sarcasm?).
On a more positive note, Donnie (who I love for doing so) came over to make sure that I didn't loose the last bit of my sanity. Oh the things that he does for me. I also spend some time exploring the thoughts that have made their nest in my noggin. It turns out that today was a nice day, full of well needed rest, but also productivity and family time (we went to see Avatar, and I must admit, though I was unsure how I felt about going to see it, it was quite good.).
Adios.
Tiana.
Day Two.
Happy day two of 2010 and project 365. What a great day it is to grab a cup or tea, coffee, or hot cocoa (depending upon what it is that you prefer). It is a somewhat gloomy day, but who would complain about a day spent at home, doing nothing but enjoying the last little bits of what can be sucked out of Christmas vacation. Today shall be full of homework, no doubt (seeing as how I have mastered the art of procrastination), but I am hoping to spend some "me" time too, if you know what I mean, perhaps lusting over some "Oh my gosh, that is so stinking cute" clothes that I can by no means afford online. Yes indeed, today shall be a good, good day.
So long my friends.
Tiana.
Day One.
Last night we all welcomed in the new year with our closest family, and friends. We (probably) stayed up far too late and (probably) slept in far too long this morning. Nonetheless 2010 is here and it is time for everyone to make those New Years resolutions once more. Will they be kept? I am sure there will be some, as well as others that will surely be forgotten by the time tomorrow begins.
Just recently my mother has become significantly more interested in photography (something that I love, and plan to pursue in my college education in Portland). Her sudden excitement for the art is not only rather adorable, but inspirational to me. She has discovered the one and only Project 365 and shared the idea with me sometime back in December. Seeing as how today is January 1, 2010, the project has begun for (I am sure) hundreds of people, including us.
So, here is my "Day One" photograph. Capturing the meaning of the project rather literally, I felt as though this was the perfect shot to start of the extravaganza that is Project 365. Here is to all you photographers who are participating in what I am sure is to be a great year of photo-taking. One down, only three hundred and sixty four to go.
Over and out.
Tiana.
"When he shall die, take him and cut him out into little stars and he shall make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night."
-Romeo and Juliet
I do believe that if anyone knew the depths of love, it was William Shakespeare. The humor, the tragedy, the passion, and the friendship; He nailed it all right on the head (figuratively, of course). Then again, I wonder, is love capable of being put into such a box? Or can it spread and change for each person who chooses to let it in to their own heart, and break the bounds that this world seems to have put this nifty four-letter word into? I know that for me, one person has taught me more about what it means to love another person than I ever thought I would be able to express. I am almost certain, that every girl dreams of her so-called "prince charming" and how she would prefer to be swept off her feet; Would she rather have a noble white steed, or perhaps a black horse of sorts. I also am certain that every girl has her wedding planned to the "T" by the time she is eighteen years old (I know that I do). My prince charming (seen above) is nothing like who I expected him to be. He is almost nothing like me, but he is everything that makes me happy. My prince is a musician, (who, at one time, had hard-rocker hair until I so kindly asked him to cut it) he wears skinny jeans and vans, just like me. He, (now that I got him too) pulls off a sweater rather nicely and his laugh, well, you would have to hear it to understand. His arms are my safe place, and his heat radiates through his clothes and makes the side of my face warm when I hug him. I don't know much I believe in a perfectly "happily ever after", but I do know that if there is such a thing, I want it with no one else but my prince charming (and all the little fights, and flaws that come with loving him). What is shared between him and I is not unflawed (but comfortably messy, with plenty of room to grow). But I do know we have the humor, the passion, the friendship, and what sometimes feels to be the tragedy all intertwined in this thing that comes from our own personal interpretation of the four letter word that is love.
Until next time. XO
Tiana.