Hey everyone, check out this photo that I took and edited from the concert I went to the other night. It was so cool to see him [Art Aelaxis of Everclear] and meet him. I’ve liked Everclear ever since the first NOW cd when I was kid. They have been with me growing up…probably got me through the tough times when I was an angsty pre-teen. Can’t believe he is 53 now. Last I remember he was in his 30’s. Haha kind of cool he has a daughter my age though. I am so happy I paid the 20 dollars to go this! Hope you enjoy this picture…feel free to like and comment. 😉
So excited for the new year and all that it might hold! I have so many plans and ideas. So far life is going is good….I suppose it can only get better! I hope my dreams and inspiration stay strong and present! Here’s to a new year! Let it be wonderful and exciting full of love, new and stronger relationships and crazy new adventures! 😉
(I had to do this for an exercise for one of my classes and I thought it would be fun to share with you guys)
College identity– as far as my college identity goes it’s not much different than that which was my junior high or high school identity. Slight differences between my college identity and the previous identities might be that I use more swear words and sexual language than I did when I was younger. I feel, though that my personality and morals have not changed much. This is a broad identity that many other identities can fit into. Teacher/Professor/Adult authority– around teachers in high school I was always very polite and formal and always addressed them by their last name. I made sure to never swear or do anything wrong around a teacher. In college it’s slightly different, but not by much. At first, when still acquaintances with my professors, I make sure to be very respectful and formal (this includes when I email them too). But as I get to know my professors, especially art professors in smaller classes, I will sometimes start calling them by their first name and it will be more of a respectful friendship relationship, like that with another coworker for example, but I’m always aware that they usually know more than me and I am here for them to teach me, not the other way around! Church girl identity– at church and in church related situations I make sure to be as respectful and polite as possible. This would mean never swearing and I try to not use the Lord’s name in vein. Conversations differ entirely than that with my friends, boyfriend, or even parents. My church girl identity is sweet, polite, and totally innocent, completely different than the identity with my boyfriend and friends! Friend identity– my friend identity is much different than that of the identity with my family or boyfriend. This identity is often a slightly closed off one. I’ll often times be quiet and let others speak. I will sometimes feel like when I do speak what I’ve said is unimportant or just ridiculous. With this identity I am usually very careful to be kind and not say the wrong thing for fear of hurting others feelings. I will sometimes be really joyful and hyperactive around friends, if I’m around the right people and in the right situation, as well as in the right mood for laughter and such.
Family identity (with parents and grandparents)- although this identity is also conserved in some ways (like the friend identity is) I prefer it because I feel a little more confident around my family and feel more comfortable. I get excited while around them, when talking about my studies or my beliefs etc, because I feel smart and admired. I, a lot of the time, feel like the young spunk in the family, that brings joy to my parents and grandparents simply because I am young, energetic, open-minded, and often times inspired and imaginative. Boyfriend identity– This is where all of my identities come together a little, although it has some of its own specifics that would never intermingle with any of my other identities. In this identity I am the friend identity but more open like that of the family identity. I am so open that I tell him just about everything and 90 percent of the time I’m not ashamed. This is also a glamorous and sexy identity. I dress up with nice clothes and make up, which not only helps me to feel good about myself, but also helps me to feel like I am an attractive caring girlfriend and that I still cares, and puts much effort into my appearance, after all this time of dating. I am very sexual, romantic, and vulnerable, as well as sensitive, the most caring, and probably the most forgiving in this identity.
You are a blue ocean surrounding me. Your waves crash into me swaying me back and forth. You envelop me. White sheets surround nude and white and tan. We touch each other caressing each other’s faces and lips which place flowery kisses on the other’s lips, on the other’s skin, on the other’s hips. You put on some clothes on and get up to go to the kitchen and I’m left alone on your bed. I throw on a t-shirt of yours. Your blankets and sheets smell like you. I inhale and exhale. Feeling special and loved. You come back with hot cocoa. You take a sip and then offer some to me holding the mug close to my lips. I sip. It’s hot cocoa and chai tea, good isn’t it? I nod. You set it on the head board. I reach out to you. (I reach out to you every way I can every day at every moment and I will never stop reaching.) Your hair is greasy and messy and with a hand reached out I make it even messier. Frustrated you smash it back down with both hands one after the other. I find this quite adorable.
The wind blows and rams itself into the house making it sound like it might blow the door down or break the windows. Snow flies around like it has a destination, but really it’s just frozen water being spat down from the sky. When I hear the howling wind a chill runs through me.
You look cold you say. I am a bit, I reply. Come here you! You jump down onto the bed which then goes swoosh swoosh swoosh. Your water bed makes waves like we are on some kind of ride. You’re on top of me tickling me giving me silly kisses all over my face and neck. Stop! Stop! I wail but the wailing never helps. I leap away from the tickles and approach the living room. I look outside. Woah. So much snow! It covers your car and a majority of the window. You click on the TV. It looks like the snow is going to continue straight til Monday morning folks…It is advised to stay in your house…driving is not suggested.
Man! Click. The TV is off. You throw your arms around my waist and snuggle me tight. Looks like we’re stuck you say with a big kiss on my cheek. I smile and think of what the white winter weekend has ahead for us.