Orange colored sky

I am now recently:

1. CPR certified http://youtu.be/cjVQ36NhbMk

2. Accepted into UBRP :)

3. A proud co-fosterer of the most annoying fat dog in the whole world named Clarkson. Goodness he gets on my nerves. I miss Mazzie.

4. Doing physical therapy for my back. woot

5. Friends with this cool actor in my ballet class that Shannon and I have been scheming to become friends with since he walked in the door.

6. Hooked on The Big Bang Theory. Oh Sheldon.

7. Hooked on Diet Coke - no thanks to Shanz

8. In dire need of new music.

February has been a good month! Four choir concerts, three midterms, two plays, and one jazz concert. I saw Wicked with my family on Saturday (my bro was there too!) and this Friday I'm seeing Julius Cesear. Last Friday I saw New York Voices at my music school... they were remarkable. So good. They gave a master class and I went and I learned loads and just adored it. My favorite of the night: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NYbMzu1Crek

Happy Ayyam'i'ha and bring on the Fast!!!

Alone by Maya Angelou

Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing
And I don't believe I'm wrong
That nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

There are some millionaires
With money they can't use
Their wives run round like banshees
Their children sing the blues
They've got expensive doctors
To cure their hearts of stone.
But nobody
No, nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Now if you listen closely
I'll tell you what I know
Storm clouds are gathering
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering
And I can hear the moan,
'Cause nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

If Maryam were a movie star

She would wear one the following dresses to the Oscars.

Elie Saab

what's playing on my pandora

I hate valentines day

Cuz I'm BITTER muahahaha

But I love these nerdy love designs...

Razor Scooters

Today an eight year old kid in my apartment complex asked me if I wanted to see him do a jump on his scooter. We spent a good ten minutes playing together. He told me that he wished the rocks around the complex weren't there because then he'd have more smooth surface to cruise his scooter on. I told him that I saved up all my birthday money when I was eleven and bought my own electric scooter.

My grandpa Bob bought me my first scooter. It had black foam handle bars and clear wheels. My grandpa also took me to see the Nutcracker once. He took me to see airplane shows and he took me to the circus.

My brother and I used to ride around on our scooters in the neighborhood talking gibberish, pretending we were conversing in a secret language. Neither of us knew what the other was saying, we just liked thinking we were different.

The boy I had a crush on in 4th grade once brought in his scooter for show-and-tell. The next week, he fell on me and broke my right arm. He didn't talk to me after that and I had to learn how to write with my left hand. Stupid Richie. Who falls on girls?

One of my closest friends, Dustin, in Elementary school had a learning disability. He had to move away to Michigan in 5th grade and when he came over to say goodbye, I was riding around in circles on the drive way with my scooter, thinking about how I would miss him and his quirky personality. He really liked trains.

When Layli was in 1st grade, I was in 6th grade. She went to a different school and I would wait for her bus to drop her off by my school's corner. She would stand with both feet on the scooter as I, with one foot barley rooted, would take us home. I remember freaking out if her bus was even just five minutes late. She was my responsibility then.

Funny thing what a scooter can mean.

Cover of the original


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