Give Voice
I must enjoy the last bits of going straight home after work. Next week, its back to full time work, full time student, full time gal-on-the-go. I will enjoy seeing my classmates once again and I am beyond thankful that I will at least have one day off during the week from school. I must learn to keep my workout routine going. I just ordered a new Yoga DVD and a scale as well. I really need to start monitoring/calculating my weight-loss based on caloric intake that weight period as I am currently alternating between low calorie-cardio and high calorie-cardio+weight training diets. Its going to be tricky to find where my body responds faster to and then seeing how I can keep it from hitting a plateau. I'm tired just talking about it LOL
Speaking of which, my friends from my first College go-around are meeting in Downtown Los Angeles this Saturday, so I will be driving up there. I can't wait, I am pretty excited to see them once again. :) Time flies by rather quickly. Also, dancing Saturday night in Costa Mesa which shall be tons of fun. First girls night of the year!
I miss my all-over-the-US gals. My trip to Dallas was so a refreshing. I was with women who shared a zest for life and were established women; biologist majors in labs, paralegals, insurance brokers, realtors, interior designers.... these women were not only amazing, but powerful. Callie was having a really bad day last week and she is my hippy tree hugger who loves the Beatles and use to sing in high school. I was talking to her on IM and she was so blue. I was driving home thinking how it must suck to be in her position and how I wish I could just show up to her doorstep in Dallas with a bottle of wine and just hang out with her. I thought of how Ms. Massey always told me that music/singing will get you out of a sour mood. She use to sit on her piano hitting random keys as she de-stressed. I usually sing around the house or belt it out in my car, so I figured "I Want To Hold Your Hand" by the Beatles (ala Across the Universe mode) and decided to serenade her. I left her a voice message and she texted me back that she couldn't stop crying and said it was the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done. She wanted to know what the heck I was doing in the art industry. LOL Its what everyone asks me, but really, I know that I would struggle more being a vocalist than a starving artist.... and at least starving artists still lets me have stuff like my own apartment and decent things :)
I picked up the guitar hoping to learn to play it to write my own songs; sadly, I doubt I'll ever master it since my little woman hands do not like strumming strings, even nylon strings. I'm also way too clumsy and 85% of the time, I'm strumming the wrong chord. LOL I am constantly having to look down and re-place my hands. I'll stick to Guitar Hero I guess :P When James has some free time, I'll ask him to make an instrumental for me of something melodic and soft. I came home to him playing his piano yesterday to a REALLY good melody but I didn't ask him what he was doing, I was far too caught up on how smooth it sounded.
Off from work and onto my jog, then making a nice pasta with olive sauce and hopefully making a trip to the grocery store to stock up on food. Our rich bunny has finished his expensive food and is probably plotting my death if I do not provide him with a new bag.
Here is Juno and Moi enjoying the comforts of a snuggle. My boobs have always been a fascination to anything cuddling me.
Speaking of which, my friends from my first College go-around are meeting in Downtown Los Angeles this Saturday, so I will be driving up there. I can't wait, I am pretty excited to see them once again. :) Time flies by rather quickly. Also, dancing Saturday night in Costa Mesa which shall be tons of fun. First girls night of the year!
I miss my all-over-the-US gals. My trip to Dallas was so a refreshing. I was with women who shared a zest for life and were established women; biologist majors in labs, paralegals, insurance brokers, realtors, interior designers.... these women were not only amazing, but powerful. Callie was having a really bad day last week and she is my hippy tree hugger who loves the Beatles and use to sing in high school. I was talking to her on IM and she was so blue. I was driving home thinking how it must suck to be in her position and how I wish I could just show up to her doorstep in Dallas with a bottle of wine and just hang out with her. I thought of how Ms. Massey always told me that music/singing will get you out of a sour mood. She use to sit on her piano hitting random keys as she de-stressed. I usually sing around the house or belt it out in my car, so I figured "I Want To Hold Your Hand" by the Beatles (ala Across the Universe mode) and decided to serenade her. I left her a voice message and she texted me back that she couldn't stop crying and said it was the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done. She wanted to know what the heck I was doing in the art industry. LOL Its what everyone asks me, but really, I know that I would struggle more being a vocalist than a starving artist.... and at least starving artists still lets me have stuff like my own apartment and decent things :)
I picked up the guitar hoping to learn to play it to write my own songs; sadly, I doubt I'll ever master it since my little woman hands do not like strumming strings, even nylon strings. I'm also way too clumsy and 85% of the time, I'm strumming the wrong chord. LOL I am constantly having to look down and re-place my hands. I'll stick to Guitar Hero I guess :P When James has some free time, I'll ask him to make an instrumental for me of something melodic and soft. I came home to him playing his piano yesterday to a REALLY good melody but I didn't ask him what he was doing, I was far too caught up on how smooth it sounded.
Off from work and onto my jog, then making a nice pasta with olive sauce and hopefully making a trip to the grocery store to stock up on food. Our rich bunny has finished his expensive food and is probably plotting my death if I do not provide him with a new bag.
Here is Juno and Moi enjoying the comforts of a snuggle. My boobs have always been a fascination to anything cuddling me.
