IT'S A MATH THING. HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY

Alexa's cake, partically decorated by moi. Candles because of our love of math.

This is a very.......special person in my life

three things you probably knew about me but don't know why it's important to me:

1) I'm a tutor.
And no, I don't mean in the "I sit down and help my little brother with homework because my parents make me" kind of way either. I mean, I take time out of my day to go and help with a kindergarten class and a first grade class. That means there's approximately fourty kids that I help. And let me tell you, there's NOTHING in the world like spending fifteen minutes with a child struggling over a word in a book or a math problem, and after awhile looking up and saying "oh, I get it!!" Nothing in the world because you feel so damn good about yourself.

2) I'm a volunteer.
Another one of those things I do not just to benefit myself, but to help the world as well. I do it a lot through Key Club, and the last thing I did was working at the community center. The first Thursday of every month, our community center does a food distribution. They hand out food to families in need, and twice a year Key Club helps out. I love it. It's hard work, lifting heavy boxes and trying to keep up with the others pushing the carts. It's exhausting. But I'd do it every day if I could.

3) I'm an artist.
There's hardly any feeling I have that compares to how I feel when I pour myself into art. Whether it be a painting, a drawing, a photo, or a new story, I can emerse myself into this creation, and I make it a part of me. It's one sure way to wrap myself up in my thoughts. And that's always a good thing.

Inspiration:

This is the fabulous Mr. Eggleston, or as I call him, Daddy E. He's been a significant part of my life for the last two years. He's my Key Club sponser, my counselor, the amazing guy that has the glorious tiger box in his office. I've lost count of the amount of times I've gone to him just to say hello, to cry, to bug the hell out of him.

Quite honestly, he's the only person I'll miss at HHS.

Oh, and he doesn't normally dress like that. He lost in a fundraiser and had to wear that.

I've been doing a lot of thinking these days:

These aren't really the words I would use to describe myself, but then again I really don't know what I would use, either. Personally, I'm not going to base my opinion of myself on a game where I can put down swiss cheese and get the emotional card, but it truly was loads of fun. So, I'm asking you to tell me five or six words that you think describe me, and then a few that you think describe you. Adjectives please so don't put like photography or anything. And then I'll post my words later and words that describe you. Ready, set, go.

last week i...

saw this in concert. i love the feeling i get when i go to concerts, absolutely wonderful. you can feel the beat running through your system. the vibrations of the speakers are more familiar than your heartbeat. there's pushing on you in every direction, and you confuse your breathing with that of the person next to you. it's painful, but so worth it.

rodeo time:

gaylor goes home (8:15:36 PM): my hoohaw needs to get fixed
folie a marena (8:16:15 PM): stop calling it a hoohaw
gaylor goes home (8:16:32 PM): wouuld you prefer VAGINA
gaylor goes home (8:16:37 PM): hoohaw sounds texan
folie a marena (8:16:52 PM): VAGINA
gaylor goes home (8:17:04 PM): YEEEHAW for HOOOHAW
folie a marena (8:19:58 PM): .....
folie a marena (8:20:01 PM): i
folie a marena (8:20:03 PM): 'm blogging this

"Marena, I love that you always have this intensely positive attitude, it makes working here so much easier."

Oh, if only you knew how makes this makes me want to cry. Not because I come off that way, but because I succeed in making people believe I'm actually positive. I'm not.

Not at all. I'm so fucking hopeless that it's not even funny.

I wish someone would break through this and make me feel better again