So, I love getting mail. During Elementary school, I would walk home and try to time it so that I would arrive home right as the mail man was sorting the mail from across the street. I don't know what it is, but something about an envelope with MY name on it is so exciting!
Two days ago, I received an envelope with my name on it...along with a letter and pictures!
Note the pink paper... awwwyeah :)
David is LDS and currently on a spanish-speaking mission in Washington... yet with his super tight schedule through out the week, where he really only has about two hours of it dedicated to writing letters/reading emails (mostly to/from family), he finds the time to write to me :). No facebook, no texts, no emails, no skype.... SNAIL MAIL. This gives me hope and puts some of my worries about the next year of my life at ease. It shows me that distance won't necessarily separate the bonds of a true friendship, and I will never be convinced of other wise ever again.
Speaking of Elementary School/growing up... feast your eyes on these!!
MMBC Early Years
This explain a lot...
I turn 19 in June and I'll be more than happy to receive that bike on the left, someone to claim the bike on the right, that beach, and a day riding along side of it as a birthday present. Jus sayin.
Ay ya ay, it's hot. But, even in blistering heat, I still love you, Tucson, and your indie/desert/bluesky tones. 4th Ave downtown is this street where it's all at... costume shops, vintage stores, italian restaurants, tattoo parlors, street-side musicians, and even a drive through Dairy Queen to satisfy our fatty american fast food cravings! Last month I went with my friend/amazing artist on a little photo adventure down 4th Ave...
On a nerdier note, yesterday in the lab I do research in, I calculated/collected data from a picture of a chuck of 4 month old lower leg muscle from a wild type genotype mice.
I go in everyday for about two hours... I sit down with my music, my mice muscle cell pictures and my calculator. Best two hours of my day. I get to sit and reflect.
Personal reflection is powerful. It's calming, it's cleansing, it's so nice. My stresses have destress-a-fied and my worried thoughts have stopped worrying. It's magic. There's no way drug companies can compact this feeling into a pill and mass market it.
And then, after my two hours of kumbaya-maryam-time, I go SING in choir!!!! Hallelujah. Right now in Symphonic Choir we're singing with the Arizona Choir, the graduate student ensemble. Together with them and the UA Symphony we're performing Poulenc's Gloria.... all six movements. It is oh so beeeeautiful. It's nice being an Alto.
Speaking of being an Alto, I believe that music should never be a competition... but if there was one, Brother Ali wins against all that booty bumpin, tiktok-ing, money making music. You gotta listen to this.
Oh and today is my mama's birthday!!!! Happy Birthday to the most amazing woman I know! My role-model, my inspiration, my LOVE. We got her that Barnes&Noble Nook thing or whatever. I want to know what happened to the value in turning pages of book, huh??? But I don't really have the right to give my mom a hard time about that when people ask where the value in actually writing went and here I am typing away. Anyway, it's the 19th anniversary of her 29th Birthday! Heehee. Love you Mom!
Aaaaaaand it's Fasting time! I'm actually REALLY excited to fast this year because it'll be my first time fasting for the entire 19 days (hopefully). Usually in high school I swam or played lacrosse, so in order to prevent myself from passing out in practice or games (it happened like once or twice. Beastly, right?), I'd drink water through out the day and eat a granola bar or two before working out. But this year... no sports because I'm a lazy bum in college which means goooodbye food and H2O!
My morning read:
There is much evidence to show that a periodical fast such as is enjoined by the Bahá’í teachings is beneficial as a measure of physical hygiene, but just as the reality of the Bahá’í fast does not lie in the consumption of physical food, but in the commemoration of God, which is our spiritual food, so the reality of the Bahá’í fast does not consist in abstention from physical food, although that may help in the purification of the body, but in the abstention from the desires and lusts of the flesh, and in severance from all save God. ‘Abdu’l-Bahá says:—Fasting is a symbol. Fasting signifies abstinence from lust. Physical fasting is a symbol of that abstinence, and is a reminder; that is, just as a person abstains from physical appetites, he is to abstain from self-appetites and self-desires. But mere abstention from food has no effect on the spirit. It is only a symbol, a reminder. Otherwise it is of no importance. Fasting for this purpose does not mean entire abstinence from food. The golden rule as to food is, do not take too much or too little. Moderation is necessary. There is a sect in India who practice extreme abstinence, and gradually reduce their food until they exist on almost nothing. But their intelligence suffers. A man is not fit to do service for God with brain or body if he is weakened by lack of food. He cannot see clearly.
I wish I knew what English sounds like to someone who doesn't speak English. Did you know that in Germany the cows go "shaazooooooo"... not moo??? Apparently cows also speak/moo different languages. Blows. My. Mind. :P
I swear if someone buys me this I will marry them. It's a glass heart. Well ok, a glass heart vase to be more specific... but still. I want it so that way I can say to people as they walk into my office when I become a Cardiologist (we'll see if that happen, I'm not sure if I even want to become a Cardiologist but it is an idea), that if they break my heart (the vase obviously) then I'll make them pay (for a new one obviously as well). But I do love the heart.
And blood. This would fit well into Dexter's home decorations.
These would fit well into mine.... I mean what could be better than eating food while brushing up on the endocrine system?
This heart inspired blog was not induced by valentine's stuff... I just love the heart.
Basically, Meiko says it all... give me a reason to love and I probably most likely will. The tricky part is finding a reason not to love... at least that's how it is for me. But maybe I don't need a reason not to love... maybe not loving is just a protective method. Bubble wrap around the glass, bleach on the pillow, food covering the kidneys... maybe love is meant to be obvious and meant to stand out. Sometimes it feels like we're all so ready to deny love, say it doesn't exist, afraid to admit that it's there... that we might jinx it or something... I'm not sure exactly what I'm getting at... but I just wish love wasn't so taboo at times. Moo.
