to start off, i'm a sad excuse for a blogger. and for that i apologize. now with my faults out in the

open, i will continue to fill you in on my life from the last 4 months.

i went to london. those kids are precious and a religion that doesn't even have full assurance of salvation put me to shame. one of my fav parts was when the crafts team did tie dye with the kids, they had no idea what it was, made some reference to "hippies" and ate it up.

I'm currently a graphic communications student at this cool place and i'm loving it. turns out its

real cool walking in the will God has for you and it is so clear this is where i'm supposed to be.

I met my roommate on facebook and have yet to hear of anyone else's situation turning out as rad as ours has. We get along scaringly well and are already planning to live together next year. she also has her headphones in right now warming up to run, and looks like she belongs on a river dance team...squad? whatever. now she's practically screaming about buying a vest because she doesn't realize how loud her music is and how silent our room is. oh man.

also welcome the newest member to our dorm. beyonce bubble fesler mallett lockridge. i affectionately like to refer to her as Sparta, you should hear about the day she survived with me in charge. ask me about it sometime. lets just say it was bad enough for me to reconsider parenthood. 

but for now friends, im home for almost a month and I have full intentions to do absolutely nothing. except for getting my fill of shows while I can. but for now, live long and prosper.

cheerio!

I'm off to London for 10 days!  It's going to be mind blowing.  If you would please be praying for us that would be rad.

• Relationships amongst the team, that we would be encouraging, selfless, and patient.
• Everyone we will be meeting, that they will be open to what we have to say.
• Issues going through customs and that we won't get sent home. 
• Safety
• That we will trust God completely and that His will will be fulfilled through us.
• God will be glorified. 

THANK YOU!

(speakers corner last year)

the usual.

-we're in the car while its about to tornado down at any minute headed to walmart-

Brittany: I didn't hear ANYTHING about it storming today!

Me: Yeah! I didn't either!

Brittany: I didn't watch the weather though.

Me: Yeah, I didn't either.

King Darren.

So this
is Darren King. Drummer for a band called Mute Math, if you haven't heard them, i give you permission to stop reading...RIGHT NOW...and go listen. break. He is probably one of the best drummers I have ever seen perform. He is ridiculous. Plus, he's very attractive. He duct tapes his headphones to his head at the beginning of the show because if he doesn't..they would inevitably fly off of his head he is so hardcore. Please heck out this video, its insane.




and this one.


he gets so intense at about 1:25 for you ADD viewers.

R.I.P. Bambi

If you know me at all, you know I don't have the best driving record ever. My car, which was deemed the "no fear frontier" soon to be mocked by some wise guy as "the fearful frontier". I hate getting in wrecks because a) they cost money b) they cause embarrassment and abashment c) you automatically classified as careless. Which is annoying because I still feel that I'm not a bad driver, but I think that's while comparing myself to others. Like the boys at my school who do doughnuts and literally flip them upside down. It's ok, I've come to accept the ridicule and humor that comes with my record.

All of my incidents have been with inanimate objects except for one. I'm not sure if that is a good or bad thing. For instance, a mailbox, a fence, and another mailbox. I had just been in the worst one, with another car, it was my fault, AND my car had to be towed, when I was on the way home from my best friend's house. It was late, after twelve and I was driving down a good ol' almost-Blythewood road when BAM! a freakin deer! I was probably going 48 mph and the I hit the deer straight on with my dad's car and it goes literally...FLYING across my side of the road in the air a good 8 or 9 feet and lands on the grass on the opposite side of the road! I stopped screaming because I was so astounded at how high this huge animal was flying. When I inspected the damage there were tuffs of deer hair all in the grill of my dad's front bumper. Gross.

do i think its gross that we pulled over to take a picture with it? yes. do i find it disturbing how close tom is? yes. did a cop drive by and stop to ask us what we were doing during this whole thing? yes. do i ever drive on that road? not if i can help it.

What is that?
Answer: what are my first pair of ballet shoes.


Dance is one of the things in my life I wish I hadn't given up/still did. I love dance. Lyrical, (and Partner, when I was old enough) were my favorites and tap was always a struggle. Too bad being in company requires you to spend every weekday from 4-9 and every weekend from 9-4 rehearsing. So that's why I quit, in case you were wondering. My favorite partner Willie and I did a routine for Amazing Feets at the district auditorium and I'm pretty sure it's on my computer somewhere. I'll look into it. I remember one time I was teaching a little kids ballet class, as in 7 year olds, with the shortest attention spans ever. But they were supposed to be sashaying across the floor and Danielle apparently couldn't hold it. A straight line of pee across the dance floor, wiped up by yours truly. Oh kids.

please notice the picture of the sumo wrestler they have outlined, love it.