The Ska House

As you may or may not know, I'm doing album art for my friends band The Love Astronauts. A bunch of the guys from the band rent this pretty cool house out in clearfield. I cannot express how glad I am that I do not have a bunch of boys as roommates. When I consider what I find to be a messy house in relation to their "clean" house I think I could allow myself a little more lenience when it comes to my apartments cleanliness. Indeed, if the pile of boxers in their bathroom and dust bunnies hopping around the house, the numerous spill stains and piles of dishes didn't give you a hint, the lack of toilet paper on the roll would. Lol. Needless to say I've come up with another "must" on my list for a male counterpart, "must do his share of chores". 

I must confess I do enjoy my time while I'm there. They have to be some of the most fun loving, accepting, and talented people I've had the pleasure of intimating myself with. I'm so excited to be a part of their album and I'm amazed at how put together their sound is. Marvelous Ska and Reggae band. If you like that genre or if you like to support awesome local music I highly recommend checking them out. 

^_^ Life's great when you have friends like these. 

Bekah dear, you made my day.

Need I Say More?

Note To Self

No this isn't an old love song written by that one band we used to listen to in high school. 

This is about a girl who is tired of having to babysit guys that are in their early twenties. A girl who is tired of being referred to by her female reproductive organ. I'm sorry to inform you "men" but I have a name. I know it may be hard for your miniscule brains to process, but for your sake, remember it. Also, please, grow up. Stop acting like boys and BE men. Start respecting women, or you'll end up lonely. Or worse, with some little girl that doesn't respect herself. As for me, I'm done with your type. I can no longer associate with the likes of you. Like I  said that phase is so high school. 

Letter To Bowser,

Dear Mr. Bowser,

Why must you be so cruel? All I wanted was to reward you with a treat, and what do I get for it? A gouged eyeball. I didn't want it to be like this. I just wanted a nice, healthy eyeball, minus the scratch on the upper eyelid. But you couldn't have that could you. You did so well with the sitting, and the laying, the shaking and the jumping. But as soon as the high five came around you just couldn't contain yourself. I didn't mean that high of a five. Maybe next time you'll be less vigorous about giving me five. Besides, didn't your daddy teach you this? Rebels give low fives :)

Back to Eden

Missing Eden today. Everyone at work always asks about her. As I logged on to my computer and stared at her picture for awhile, tracing the contours of her chubby cheeks, her pouted lips, I remember her birth day. I feel comforted knowing that I did the best thing I could ever do for her. 

Today's the day.

Today is the day I start trying to reconnect with old friends. I might as well throw in some new ones too. Let's see if I'm physically prepared to handle such situations,
Clean Bathroom-Check
Clean Living Room-Check
Clean Bedroom-Not so much, but who sees that...
Clean Bowser-......Maybe later.
Alright, so I'm off to an ok start. But to make the glass seem half full the new artwork lining the walls gives me a sense of Jazmyne. It may seem a bit egotistical but what's wrong with a healthy ego? I might as well line the bare walls of my apartment with pictures I like and what better than pictures I have drawn myself. Keep in mind only one of them is actually of myself. We want a healthy ego, not a bulbous one oozing with narcissism.
Anyway, I'm getting a bit off track. What I'm trying to say is, I'm filling heartache and sadness with things I love. People, Friendship, and Art. If I could change the world that's all anyone would ever need. That and pizza, cuz, you know, it's pizza, gotta have it.
I've stopped my ridiculous obsession with love (for now) in hopes of becoming an independent woman. I've closed a door and have opened a window for a little fresh air. Maybe it's time to join a yoga class or take belly dancing lessons. I may go wild with the possibilities. Carpe Diem my friends. Today is THE day.
As for my tiny wishes, I wish for the best of things to happen to my best of friends. We'll call him S. S, my love, for that is what you'll always be, I hope that we can be friends again. I hope that we won't sever ties and lock up feelings. Vulnerability is not a weakness. It's a powerful thing. So, may good things come your way and countless opportunities knock on your door. When we meet again let a new light shine on what we hide behind false words and negative feelings.
This is my first entry in my new blog, I'll make things fancy nancy later, until then, bear with me.