I have moved. Over here. It's been good, little Old Lady In A Teenager, but it's time I moved on.

Riiiiight here.

Hi. Go vote for Kayla. She is funny. And she needs more votes.

Go do it. Seriously.

"I don’t believe that inner beauty is sufficient in this cruel world. That’s the pap one tells a child. I don’t believe that positive thinking improves your skin tone or that loving or being loved changes the shape of your nose or restores the thickness and color of hair, but I do know that there is a way of being beautiful, even as age takes its toll, that has something to do with the spirit filling with joy, something to do with the union with another human being, with the sense of having done well at something enormously important, like making happy a man who has made you happy often enough."- Anne Roife

Something to think about.

"What are you going to be for Halloween? Let me guess, you're gonna be an old lady?" "Uh, no, actually I wear clothes like this all the time...". :D

While thrifting tooooday.

Hi. I am doing better. This beautiful and amazing girl drove home for the weekend and surprised her family and me. When she called me I thought we were going to schedule our weekly Skype date and I heard a "Guess where I am? HOME!". And then I squealed and broke a few speeding laws to get to her house. I didn't realize how much I needed a Sara massage, thrifting, and Sonic happy hour.

Anyhow..

I love this song-



And here is a layout I did for AAM Challenge blog. Check it out and play along tooooo! :)

And a layout for Hambly. The tutorial is on the Hambly blog..... :D

See the tutorial here.

Talk to you soon.

To make way for all the new things in my life. An almost finished bedroom, new red lipstick and liquid eyeliner, new good music, new etsy adventures, maybe a new blog?.... I need to clean things out, a little Fall/Winter cleaning.

All the journals are 10 bucks now and a few things are discounted also. Check it ouuut.
Happy day. :)

Hi.

I feel absent from this little space. From the bloggy-world, all of you very lovely people.

I've been busy and overwhelmed. I'm the queen of not being able to cope. This week especially. A school play that is evolving into oblivion, my brand-new computer crashing(the genuises at the macstore were able to save the data on my hardrive. thank God!), school, way too much swearing, and people annoying the crap outta me. I'm currently full irriation that I can't control everthing. I seriously did the whole- pounding fists on floor three year old tantrum, thing the other night. I then went on a walk with tears streaming down my face, I started talking to myself as I walked and tried to avoid eye contact with the dog-walkers. I took this as a sign that I may be going crazy... Anyhow.

I just want you to know that I'll be back in sometime with some optimism, layouts, pictures, silly stories, and confessions about the coffee and ice cream addictions. I will be back.

Those dark circles, the frizzy and messy hair, the smudged mascara. It's from late nights and too much homework. All those piles of old catalogs are because I can't throw away pretty things. And they are indeed pretty.

The pile of old letters, silly notes, movie ticket snubs. The hundreds of pages of old emails, stapled all nicely together. Everything is stacked and full and awaiting a box. I have a story to tell. One that I haven't been able to so far. I may be ready now. They are from the past. Not the present and never the future.

The paint on my hands is from projects that I use to procastinate, to avoid the responsibilities. The sassiness and faked confidence is from the rejections. From pride. From losing all those arguements and walking away and questioning. The bad attitude and rolled eyes are from anger. Anger at myself and anger at God. The to-do lists are from the expectations. The breakdowns are from stress.

The smiles are from beautiful friends who hug you and hold you.

The photographs are from wonderful memories and beautiful moments. The understanding is from hard, but beautiful realizations. The stories are from truth. The rain is an answer to prayer. The moments of peace are from God. The laughter is from surprises and inappropriate jokes. The texts of Bible verses are from my sister. The reassurances from my mama.

I am blessed to be complex.