Anyone wanna play tag?

I really hate this time of the semester. Midterms. There is so much that I want to be doing instead of studying (such as blogging), but alas, I haven't had much time for anything else. 

Anywho, I was tagged by xoxo, brittany a while ago for this fun little game of photo tag.

Here are the rules:

1. Open your 1st Photo folder.
2. Scroll to the 10th photo.
3. Post the photo and the story behind it.
4. Tag 5 or more people.

I took this photo in May 2006 on a choir trip to NYC. It was my second time in New York and I fell even more in love with The Big Apple. I believe this was in Central Park, but it may have just been some beauty I found elsewhere in the city. While on the trip we saw Wicked (my personal favorite) and Chicago. The awesome thing about this particular trip is that my older sister/best friend was a chaperon so it ended up being even more fun than the first time I had gone with choir. Highlights include: NY pizza at 2AM, having people congratulate me on getting married because I was wearing a cream cocktail dress walking next to a guy friend in a suit, camping out in the hallway because we couldn't check-in and then finding that our room had not been cleaned and finding used needles everywhere and so much more. I love NYC. :)

Because I love pictures so much, you'll also get to enjoy pictures of my "wedding dress" and a disgruntled shot of the hallway picnic. Note: there are 3 more people and a lot more bags in that hallway. Also, I think the disheveled appearance of the picture fits with the mood of that day. 

Tag! You're it:

Patti @ For when my head gets full

Stephen @ Blogs by Night

T @ It's My Moment to Shine

Chelsea Talks Smack

eQ @ Misguided Me

Carina @ the BLOGETTE

Another David @ I've Never Been Good with Titles 

Do you believe in magic?

While catching up on some blogs, I came across a quote I fell in love with on It's Unbeweavable.

"Magic is in all of us and in every one who believes they can make beautiful things happen. It's in a first kiss, in fireworks, running with your girlfriends down the beach at midnight, screaming into the sky. It's falling in love and falling down the rabbit hole. It's in your dreams and imagination. 

We can all use magic."

I believe in magic. 

I believe in beauty.
I believe in love.
I believe in fate.

I believe in happiness. 
I believe in lust.
I believe in friendship.
I believe in laughing so hard it hurts.
I believe in fighting for what you want.
I believe in fairy tales.
I believe in forever.

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What can I say? I'm a believer.

... ::awkward silence::

My ex is finally moving out of his mom's house and into his own place...

with another ex of mine...

and my one of my best friends...

whom I have a lot of sexual tension with...


I don't think I'll be going to that house warming.

Mood lighting anyone?

Around Christmas my roommates and I hung lights around our living room. They looked great and we all loved the atmosphere they provided. Once Christmas was over and the decorations were loaded back into boxes, we missed the ambiance so I decided to bust out the old origami paper and make some more balloons. When you put them onto strands of Christmas lights they look amazing. Here are some (decent) pictures for your viewing pleasure. 

You are absolutely beautiful

If you aren't one of the 2+ million people part of the Facebook event, today has been deemed "Tell Her She's Beautiful" Day. 

So, all my lovely readers, you are beautiful. 

 

 

Isn't it kind of funny that we need to have designated days for these types of things? Why can't we all simply express our feelings on a daily basis? Imagine for a second a world where you paid a compliment to someone every single time they deserved one and vice versa; wouldn't it be amazing? I sure think so.

The sweet nothings I receive the most are:

You have an amazing ass/butt/donk/etc.
You smell amazing.
You have great hair. (not so much anymore)

You're sexy/hott/fine.
You're so smart. (ugh)

You're beautiful.
You look good.

And the ones I wish I heard more often:

You're amazing.
You have beautiful eyes.
I love your shoes/outfit/purse/etc.

You are absolutely gorgeous. 

What are you're favorite compliments?

Here are some of mine:

"You are beautiful" -- Variations include "you look beautiful", "you're gorgeous", "you look amazing", etc. They do not include, "you look fine as hell", "you look damn sexy", "you look hott as %*&#" etc.

It sometimes surprises me how much a relatively simple compliment can brighten your day. I love those days where I don't think I look drop-dead gorgeous (or on the days I do) and someone sincerely tells me that I look good/beautiful/gorgeous/amazing. When it isn't dripping in sexual implications it is so much better, but there are days were I want to hear how much you want to ravage my  body. ;) 

"You smell wonderful" 

This may be considered a strange compliment to love receiving, but this is the way I think about it: people can fake so much, including telling you that you're beautiful, that they like your shoes, that you did a great job, etc., but who is going to lie to you about the fact that you smelling good? It also means that someone had to get close enough to notice your scent, which is usually a good thing too (my personal bubble isn't too big). In addition, for me, smell tends to be a more overwhelming sense. I see so much beauty, I hear so much beauty, but having an absolutely delectable scent tickle my senses? That doesn't happen as much. Thus, when it does, I am more likely to just blurt out "you smell amazing".

"You have amazing eyes"

I think my eyes are amazing and I love when others agree. :) They're navy blue at the outer edges and fade into a medium/pale blue then have a small ring of green around the pupil. Awesome right? (The correct answer is yes.) Like the smell thing, it also means the person has gotten close enough and paid enough attention to notice them, which makes me think favorably of them and of the compliment's sincerity. 

So, what are yours? Tell me, tell me, tell me! :)

A Friday night adventure

I'm in an a capella group at school. I love it. The people are absolutely amazing and we always have a ton of fun together.

Anyways, about two weeks ago (it was a Friday) we had rehearsal for a big performance we had the next day. When we finally finished up around 10:00PM, one of the guys announced that it was his birthday and that they were going out to a club in the area.

I was in the mood to dance, but I didn't want to go without my RedHead. After much coaxing, a few of us finally convinced her to go out. I think the defining factor was when our director indicated that the club was going to "go CRAZY" over RedHead and I... something about white girls with rhythm.

However, just leaving and going wasn't exactly an option. We both needed to get ourselves cute. In our persuasion of RedHead, I agreed to drive us all around town to accomplish said cuteness. First we made our way to my apartment where I sped through putting on a killer outfit, throwing on a damn cute pair of pumps and fixing my hair; RedHead did her make-up. 

We then made our way to where she was house sitting... 35 minutes later, we arrive. The roles were reversed this time -- RedHead got ready and I did my make-up. Once she was ready, well almost ready, she realized she had no shoes to wear. Thus, we have to drive to where she usually resides... 20 minutes later, we arrive. We grab her shoes and head back to the city... 40 minutes later we were back in the city and we both looked fine as hell.

We meet up with the choir people at the club and got in line to get it. Someone made a comment about us looking cute. Afterwards, someone else said, "You don't wanna look too cute...". I was a bit disappointed; I thought that the guys there must not be of the highest caliber, but oh well, I was just looking forward to letting loose on the dance floor. 

Almost immediately after we made our way to the dance floor my hand gets grabbed and I'm pulled into a group of mostly guys and a few girls. Wow, that guy's hand was really soft! Who moisturizes like that? Before I'm even done processing those thoughts someone grabs by hips with such sexual prowess I didn't even know how to react... that was until I noticed the softness of the body pressing against mine. I turned my head enough to see who was behind me. She looked at me and winked. Yes, she. 

For the first time I actually took in my environment -- there were men dancing with other men, men kissing other men, women caressing other women; I was at a gay bar. My friends had taken me to a gay bar without warning. I looked smokin' hott, but no males were going to admire me there. No, instead, I was a blonde beacon asking to be mauled by multiple women. And as though I didn't stand out enough, once the DJ saw me he announced, "Taylor Swift is in he house tonight!".

Over the course of the night, I had my ass smacked, my hips grabbed, my thighs touched and even had my hair pulled.

At one point, I found a set of keys on the floor. A few minutes later I saw people searching the floor with light from cell phones. I ask one of them if they are looking for keys, they say yes and I hand them over. I should have given then to my male friend to give back. Once I put the keys in the girls hand, I was picked up and had to just about dislocate my neck to keep my mouth far enough away from her encroaching open lips and tongue.

Even with all of the nonsense that went down, I had an amazing time. My choir friends were amazed that I, a little white girl, could dance like I can. I loved it. At 2:30AM when I arrived home, my ass was literally numb from how much it was grabbed, squeezed, smacked, etc. It was an experience to say the least, but it's a fun story to tell. 

I'm a believer

I just got back from seeing Dear John. Overall, it wasn't a terrible disappointment, but at the same time, I hoped for more. Like always, the book was better.

The real question that arose from this outing is, have authors like Nicholas Sparks given me a false hope about what love can truly be?

In the past I have been told I need to stop chasing a fairytale. I was told that real life isn't like what is depicted on screen or written on paper, that true love isn't everything I expect it to be.

I don't can't believe that. Call me foolish, naive, what you may, but I believe in love and frankly, I need to believe in love. I have so much love to give that I simply cannot fathom the idea of not sharing it with someone who feels for me everything I feel for them.

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We all have our own ideas about what true love is; our own definition of "happily ever after". Don't we all deserve to have our own fairytale? Or should we settle for what is laid before us?

Does your answer change if what you are "settling" for is still something very real, but just not everything you want or need?

Is it so wrong to believe that you shouldn't have to settle for anything less than extraordinary?