Wednesday, November 4, 2009

SPOONS

“Are you seriously eating that with a plastic knife, Mary?” Michelle said, staring at my cup of pudding, and yes, my plastic knife.

“Michelle, I have thought this through,” I said, shoving more delicious sugar-free pudding in my mouth.

“Oh let me guess. You’re using a knife so you can use the disposable spoons for things that actually require spoons,” She said.

“Yes, Michelle! That’s exactly why. You know me so well,” I said

“And you’re not using your disposable spoons because you need them for later so you don’t have to use real spoons and WASH THEM,” Michelle said. “You’re just trying to avoid doing dishes!”

This is what college does to you! I now do ANYTHING to avoid doing dishes, homework, and laundry. In fact, I have some laundry in the laundry room right now from a few days ago…I’m going to go be responsible and get them now.



NOT.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Enjoy.

I realize I am terrible at keeping a photoblog, but frankly I'm just not sure anyone looks at it. Facebook is now serving as my photoblog. And I feel bad. So here, bloggers. Here is a photoblog. My friend Courtney hooked me up with some awesome guys at Fusion Tattoo here in Abilene, and they let me come in there studio and take pictures. So, so awesome. These guys are so talented and sweet! I can't wait to get my tattoo there.




These ones aren't from the Fusion bunch, but I still wanted to share :)


Monday, October 5, 2009

Life actually equals risk.

Today was monumental. It was the first day that the whole theme of this blog, life=risk, actually meant something to me. It starts out with a girl whose struggles woke me up to the world around me.

I met Samantha Bahl during one of the first few weeks at school. She was one of those girls who sucked you in with her abnormal and beautifully rebellious behavior. From the first sentence she spoke, I learned two things about her. One, she was different. Two, she didn’t care.

“I wouldn’t just randomly walk into my dorm if I were one of ya’ll,” She warned the room full of girls that just happened to stop in her dorm while walking down the hall. “’Cos I’ll probably be naked.”

She wore no make up on her carmel skin, her black hair short and straight, true to it’s natural in form. She was dressed in Addidas wind-pants and one of those white spandex shirts that I was always afraid to wear because of how “revealing” they were. But like I said, Samantha didn’t care.

She made me curious. I didn’t think she would like me, nor did I think any of the other girls in that room would. I listened to folk music, and they knew how to do the jerk. To my surprise, however, they majority of the girls in the room remembered my name and added me on Facebook within a few days. Every time they see me they smile and scream, “MARY!” I thought that would be the end of our communication, that we would exist as acquaintances, and not much more. I’ve learned that people need space, and forgotten that people need friends.

However, Samantha ended up asking me to join her for lunch, and I agreed. But then I slept in and she forgot what room I was in and the plan ultimately crashed and burned. When I found out that she was a graphic design major I asked her to help me sketch out a tattoo, which she agreed to. Perhaps that will come later, but first Samantha has to figure some things out.

Like whether or not she has cancer.

It began with a heart attack last week, and a stomach pain doctors thought was maybe a really bad kidney infection. Come to find, though, it was a “watermelon” or a tumor in Samantha’s stomach. She’s been transferred to another hospital to run more tests to determine if the tumor is cancerous.



That’s when I realized that I am no longer in high school. I’m diving into a time where friends get cancer. Not only that, but my friends are getting married, having babies and God forbid, even miscarriages. I’m at a time where my parents get sick and need surgeries, and I am no longer the center of attention. It’s a time of self-sacrifice, which I wasn’t expecting.

I’m in a time where no one really knows what they want to do with themselves or what to believe in. While in high school, I thought that only losers didn’t know what to do with themselves and questioned things, but now I’m coming to find that that is human nature. Things are becoming less black and white and more like one of those annoying neon-colored abstracts my friend Aaron hates so much.

I toured the Dallas Morning News this afternoon with some fellow Mass Communication majors. None of us were truly intrigued, which is sad because we are supposed to be the “cream of the crop” of the freshman journalism majors. Out of ten students, only one is a print-journalism major, two want to be art majors, and two want to transfer at semester. That leaves only five who… well, I don’t know what they’re doing. But the point is that the majority of us truly don’t like where we’re at.



Despite the fact that I am attending Abilene Christian University, a “prestigious” if you will, university with a kick ass journalism program, for an extremely low cost, in addition to working as an Editor on their newspaper as a freshman and assisting in web-development for a major department on campus, I still don’t know if I want to be here. Everyday I run through what I can do to attend a different university or art school. I don’t know what my problem is. I don’t even know if that is a problem. But it’s sort of eating me alive.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not depressed or miserable by any means. I have had a great time here, and ACU is an amazing school. I just feel like a piece of me is being neglected when I neglect art, like I let a piece of me in Maryland when I toured an art school there. Sitting in my Journalism and Mass Communications class is not misery, or boring. It’s just. Is. I don’t hate it and I don’t like it. It’s just this class that I’m in that has no impact on me. The teacher is wonderful and such an asset to this University. Being taught by her is an honor. Admitting that her class is boring should be blasphemy to any journalism major. Being in my art class-even at 8 a.m.-is thrilling. I look forward to studying and love every aspect of it. And it’s art history! A subject I have loathed for years! Turns out that with the right teacher, I am enchanted by it. It is the only class that I look forward to.



When I meet people, if they don’t immediately ask me where I’m from, they ask me if I’m an art major. Apparently, I just look like an art major. You know why? Because I should be an art major. Even my face thinks so. So why am I not an art major?

I promised myself a long time ago that I was not going to major in art at a University. Just not going to happen unless God does some major mind-set changes in me. Second, to go to art school, I need to go to the best one possible, which is either going to be in New York or Maryland. I know that’s arguable, but my mind won’t change about that. To bring up the point that I should major in journalism for my career’s sake and just taking a ton of electives in art would be to miss my point entirely. I don’t. Want. To be. A. Journalism major.

I don’t read newspapers. I don’t care about what’s going on. Frankly I think it’s a waste to keep up with everything (I know I probably just lost a few readers and probably frustrated my parents, it’s my true opinion. For now anyway. Maybe I’ll care later on in life) and keeping up with the world is essential for any journalist.

I can write well, but that doesn’t mean I should major in journalism. I love getting to know people and I like the fast-paced environment of journalism, and would kill for a job at a magazine. As far as studying journalism? I’d rather not spend thousands of dollars learning about something I find boring and yet stressful at the same time. I’m interested in how to craft words together to interest people, and to tell stories. That’s what I love to do. But apparently that doesn’t mean I should major in journalism.



What I learned today is that life isn’t about money. I knew that before, but I didn’t understand it. My choice of major, school, and industry have all been driven by money. I’m good at writing, so I can make money off of it. I have lots of scholarships here, which means God’s providing, so I should OBVIOUSLY go to ACU. I have journalism scholarships and have been paid to write before, so I should be journalism major.

Coming to ACU was not, and is not a mistake. The opportunities I have here and experiences I have had are exceptional. I am so blessed. If I had never come here I would have gone to art school thinking, “But what would a Christian school be like?” “What are guys at a Christian school like? Surely they are more Godly and more for me.” What I have found is that Christian schools are great, but my heart is never going to stop wanting art school. It’s never going to stop wanting an adventure.



I still don’t know what I want to do, and I have some time to figure it out. I have things outside of my own desires that will play into my ultimate decision. God, family, money…all these things I will have to consider. But how much consideration do they deserve? I don’t know. I’ll have to figure it out. Maybe I won’t transfer. Maybe God will teach me how to deal with this, and let me make the right decision. Whatever I decide to do He will take care of me. I am not afraid. But this new look on life is very…new.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

MICHELLE AND MARY’S SUPER PROFESSIONAL NON-FAT WORK OUT CONTRACT

I have found a new best friend in the girl across from me in the dorms, Michelle. She is totally awesome. She and I are both very tired of not being athletically in-shape, and want to get back in shape. So, in attempt to make our plan more concrete and not just one of those things we SAY but never DO, I suggested we make a contract.*Oh, and I wrote it, I just decided to make it third person.

*We decided to be extra mean to ourselves, somewhat to make ourselves take working out more seriously, but mostly for comedic means. Neither one of us cusses, but we felt that we needed a certain edge to some of the statements made. This was made at 2 a.m. on a Wednesday, because neither one of us can sleep and are thus wallowing in self pity after pigging out on late-night snacks together. Ah, the joys of college. Don't take anything to offense or think that we are degrading ourselves or anyone else who isn't "in-shape", this was just for us, because we really do feel gross, no matter if everyone else thinks we look fine. Now enjoy the hilarity!

"Dear Michelle and Mary,

You are very out of shape, and it is gross. You will run (even though running totally SUCKS) every night.* On the weekends, you shall take a break from running (if wanted) and go on BIKE RIDING adventures! How exciting! Think of it this way, girls: YOU ARE FAT. And if you run one mile, very somewhat slowly, it will only take 15 minutes. If you run around the campus, you can have girl-talk on the walk back to the dorms. ‘Cause I mean, seriously. Are you really going to miss the 15 best minutes of studying because you’re running? No, I don’t think so. You will be smart AND sexy with this new plan. 

Mary: Even if you just got back from the optimist and it is like 11 p.m., and you are dead tired, remember the feeling you get when you go shopping and EVERYTHING looks good. Remember the feeling, grasp it tight! It is IMPORTANTE! I know you always say that when you get engaged you’ll get in shape for your wedding. But, that might end up like all your other failed attempts to get in shape, and you will be fat and miserable on your wedding day. And remember your tattoos that you want on your stomach and arms! THOSE DON’T LOOK GOOD WHEN YOUR FAT! YOU HAVE GAINED 20 POUNDS IN THE PAST YEAR! THAT IS NOT NORMAL! If you gain the freshman 15, you’ll have gained 35 pounds in a YEAR! Oh, my, God, Mary!

Michelle: Remember that when Mary is, well, lets face it, bitching at you (“YAY WE USED A NAUGHTY WORD!”), that what she really does love you, she just knows what it feels like to be fat. And she doesn’t want you going through that pain alone. It’s all love, Michelle. All bitchin’ love.  And don’t give Mary that “I’m tired “crap! Runing makes you more awake anyway, and you’ll sleep better tonight. If you are CLEANING, or ORGANIZING, it can WAIT! You want to be confident, do you not? Yes you do! Confidence+sexiness+organization+potential sleep+smartness= Michelle after letting Mary kick her ASS (“YAY WE USED ANOTHER NAUGHTY WORD!”).

*HOWEVER, if we are (ehem) cramping, we will go on long bike ride. Because let’s face it. Running with (ehem) cramps is just wrong.

Mary, you’re goal is to look similar to what you looked like in volleyball. Michelle, your goal is to look like what you looked like in basketball. YOU CAN DO THIS!

 

Signed, Mary Garvin & Michelle Luke.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

College, hoorah!

This is an essay I had to write for my University Seminar Class. I've never written a college essay, so I really hope this will suffice.

What kind of decision maker are you? Give one example and discuss what role God played in this decision, and three godly decision making techniques you will use in future decisions.

As a rational thinker, one would assume that I would chose a rationally, logically good roommate with qualities like being clean and having good eating and studying habits. But I am not a stereotypical rational thinker. The way I chose my roommate exemplifies this perfectly.

I was taking the ACT for the second time at ACU’s testing Center when I saw it. It was right beside me for the entire test, tantalizing me. I had spent the previous months drooling over it in my free time, day dreaming about what it would feel like to behold something so precious and delicate. So during a ten-minute break, I decided I couldn’t resist. I had to know more.

“Is that James Avery?” I said to the tall brunette sitting next to me, pointing to the ring I’d been wanting for months on her finger.

“Yeah! It is. I love James Avery!” she replied with a huge, peppy smile.

After that glorious confession, I concluded that this girl and I were going to be friends. During the course of our ten-minute break, she showed me her other James Avery jewelry and introduced herself as Nastasha O’Neil. We made small talk; what we were going to major in at ACU, where we were from, and of course, our mutual love for James Avery. We both raved about the glory of jewelry, and then proceeded to discuss the brilliance of Dario Marianelli’s work on Pride and Prejudice’s sound track. Until this point in my life, she was the only person I had met who was as obsessed with James Avery and Pride and Prejudice as I was, so obviously, I knew we would make at least good friends.

When the test was over, Nastasha waited for me and then gave me a ride to my car. This is significant because no one ever waits for me. Not even my good friends back home. So when she did this, I was able to reason that she was loyal and sweet. However, what really sealed the deal was her messy car. When I got in, she apologized for the mess. I replied that I was alarmingly messy, and that her car was nothing compared to my catastrophe of a room.

That’s when we asked each other to be roommates. We both possessed the two qualities that are normally things that would make us terrible roommate candidates: we’re messy and watch the same movies over and over. But because I am realistic and rational, I knew that putting two messy and somewhat dysfunctional girls together would ultimately turn out amazing.

While I am dominantly a rational decision maker, I am also pre-dominantly dependant. Being a dependent decision maker means that other people’s opinions are a large part of my ultimate decision. Nastasha was so cool. She was messy, funny, caring, and wasn’t clingy. But before I got too carried away with glee, I needed to know that who she was to the public eye matched up to who she was in mine. After asking mutual friends about her personality and reputation, everything checked out. If things hadn’t checked out, I probably would have been much more hesitant to room with her.

James 1:17 says that “Every good and perfect gift” is from the Lord. One of the many blessings I have received while at ACU is definitely my roommate. She, like each other blessing, is just another reminder of why attending ACU is definitely God’s will for my education. I love her, and thank God everyday for bringing me such a cool roommate.

In future decisions, I will continue to use the same three techniques I used with determining Nastasha as my roommate. One, I will protect myself. If I had gone off of whom Nastasha said she was, I could have moved in and found out that she had all these weird habits that she wouldn’t have wanted to mention before. By asking mutual friends about her, I was able to ensure that she wasn’t a psycho or someone I shouldn’t have in my life. Secondly, I will be honest. I am a very messy person, and by telling Nastasha that, I avoided some potentially bad situations. If Nastasha turned out to be a clean freak and I lied and said I was too, she would have agreed to be my roommate assuming that she wouldn’t come home to a massive pile of dishes and dirty laundry. Instead, we were both honest and our messiness was a key factor in deciding to be roommates. Thirdly, I will thank God for every blessing he pours out. I believe that God wants to answer our prayers and bless us, but he also wants us to thank Him when He does so. The more frequently I thank the Lord, the more I realize what He does for me, and the more I love Him. Just as I thanked Him for Nastasha, I will continue to thank Him for each and every future blessing.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

The Blog you've HOPEFULLY been dying to read

So for the last two weeks or so, Blogger refused to let me post ANYTHING. I tried on multiple computers-but nothin' worked. So I appologize, dear readers. Here is one of the many blog posts you have coming to you. I was going to put them all in one and have a really really long post, but I may not have time to actually perfect another Shelby Eaton blog. So I'll give you stories one by one.


GET LOST.

Once upon a time, my best friend Tyler asked me to stop by his new house about two hours away from my hometown. For months I was not able to complete this task due to my status as a high school girl who is not allowed to drive two hours to see a boy (even if her mother KNOWS the boy is basically a big brother, and has been for the past four years). So once I graduated, I was free to go so him!

Unfortunately, we forgot how directionally retarded I am.

“Mary! You should come see me on the way back from your Dad’s (in Austin). It’s right on the way, you only have to make one turn and you’ll end up in Stephenville,” Tyler said. “Not even you could screw this up.”

Tyler then proceeded to give me the directions to Stephenville. He was right- it was literally just one turn different from the normal route home from Austin to get to Stephenville.

“Do you remember if it as a right or left by any chance?” I said.

“Right,” Tyler said. “Just make sure you go on 281 North.”

Sounded simple enough, so I didn’t bother with my GPS or anything.

Now before we proceed, let me give you some info on where I have lived for the past six or seven years. No one gives directions by street names, we give directions like this: “You know Billy? Bob lives right next to his grama, who lives about two blocks away from Billy’s prize goat Sally’s pen…and Bob lives right on that corner.”

So when I saw a sign that said to turn left to go on 281 SOUTH, I figured if I turned in the opposite direction, I’d be going North on 281, because this is what small-town thinking does to you. You ignore signs, and go with what you “figure” is right.

Epic.

Fail.

So I’m diriving along, and I have not seen a single sign that said “281 North,” but I figure it’s like Mopac in Austin, which has two names, Mopac and Loop 1. I continue driving, blaring Misty Edwards and worshipping Jesus in my car having the best time ever, until I saw a sign.

“ELDERLY MISSING. IF SEEN, CONTACT 555-5565. “

Is that not the saddest thing EVER? Of course it is! I called Tyler about it IMMEDIATELY.

“TYYYYYYYLEEERR!”

“…yes, Mary?”

“There’s an ELDERLY missing! Isn’t that just awful! He’s probably wondering around with his cane trying to find his dentures and they are nowhere to be found…that or he was Elderly-napped! Who would do such a thing? What is this world coming to Tyler?! This is just so sad!”

“Oh my God Mary. Where the heck are you?”

“I dunno,” I said. And I meant it. “There’s a pancake house here though. Think I should try it?”

“Are you even on 281?”

“Hmmm….nope, I think I’m on 170.* But I think it’s the same thing, like in Austin, there’s this one road called Mopac, but some people call it Loop 1 and it’s very confu-“

“MARY! Oh my GOD. Turn around or pull over!”

I then took the nearest exit and pulled into a vacant parking lot only to find that I was in Kaleen, TX. Or more relevantly, two hours away from Stephenville.

“You know what’s weird?” I said to Tyler on the way back to Lampasas, where I made the wrong turn (he refused to get off the phone with me until I saw a sign that said “281 North”). “If that elderly had never gone missing, I would have never seen the sign and thought to call you. I would have been lost for EVER.”

Tyler thought that I was kidding, but I most certainly was not. Things do happen for a reason, you know.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

JUST FYI.

You, dear reader, have a rather large blog coming your way. Remember The Shelby Eaton Blog? It's going to be like that. A jumble of stories, lists, etc. It will involve geckos, pop tarts, coffee mugs, the Mona Lisa, a GPS, and a large alligator soap dish. Oh, and a Zac Efron lookalike from Chilli's.


Be in suspense.

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Yosemite Sam!

I think people seriously underestimate the power of Chicken Noodle Soup. Just sayin'.

Seven more days until I move into the dorms! Hoorahhh!! I'm in agony, really. I can't wait. Okay, I have to talk about something else. I must distract myself!

Does anyone else get sudden urges to do things? Like...wear a ton of bright purple eye-shadow and get chest-peice tattoos? I believe I have a rebel inside of me, ya know? For real. It really pisses me off that all the tattoos I want are in places a wedding dress would make visible. Which is why I think I am so in favor of a tattoo on my stomach. Why am i talking about tattoos? I'm seventeen. I also would like to put some more high lights in my hair. I keep saying I will but I never do. This frustrates me. 

I know why! Because I'm in Austin right now! It's true. Yesterday, I went to Zen to get some AWESOME Chinese* food. I ended up being squashed in line between one Scene-looking girl with leopard print and star tattoos on her shoulders, and another tatted up girl clad in complete 50's stay-at-home-mom clothing and red lipstick. There were so many tattoos on her I couldn't even focus long enough to tell what they were. She was talking to the guy behind the counter, telling him about the new "work" she had done, and while he had no visible tattoos, he was just as out-there as the two women with his giant Yosemite Sam mustache hanging from his face.





Like I said, I'm in Austin. Which means I'm visiting familia. My step mom, aunt, and I all went shopping at TJ Max yesterday and made an absolute killing. I got a lot super cute clothes, including one giant navy blue sweatshirt. Why is this significant?
This is me showing you how sad I am it's not winter, which would enable me to wear this sweatshirt constantly.

1. I really, really like navy blue. I like it so much I've considered having a navy blue wedding dress instead of a white one.**
2. I have a sweatshirt now! The other ones I have are mostly from ex-boyfriends...which is kind of awkward, even if they are super comfy.
3. It's extremely soft and fits me perfectly. It has a large hood for my large hair and everything!

After the TJ Max killing, I was in charge of Annabelle for the night as my parents and aunt went out on the town for a friend's birthday. She was supposed to fall asleep before they left, BUT, because she MISSED me, we stayed up alllllll night together. She is such a nut. She was so hyper! She can't walk or even crawl yet, but man can she roll around and make a fuss. She only cried once, but the rest of our three or fours hourse together was pure bliss. As soon as everyone got home, she immediately fell asleep. See? She was awake just because she missed me. I am an evil sister, by the way. I put things on her head.


I keep getting so sleepy and sick-feeling. I don't know what the deal is. I'm sure it's nothing, but it's soo annoying....

OH MY GOODNESS. 
I DIDN'T EVEN TELL YOU! I had two job interveiws at ACU last Thursday, and they both went super well. One was a graphic design position, and the other was a student assistant job. Well, the Student Assistant job turned into a...Helping a department of ACU build their site, do some graphic design, take some photos and write some stuff, and...yeah... kind of job. They said they were impressed with my resume and were looking for someone to help build their new site and even though I was young-my resume said I was ready. I accepted the position on Friday, and though I haven't heard back from them on a starting date, I'm fairly certain that the job is mine for the taking. The best part? It's the kind of job they would keep me on for the next four years. So, basically, I have a gaurunteed job from now until graduation. And it's a GOOD job. A career building job. THE LORD IS GOOD. I am so in awe of how he is providing for me and making a way. I am so confident that an early graduation and attendance at ACU is right for me. This is good, good stuff.

In other news, Facebook is EVIL. There's all these little ad things asking be to "become a fan" of sour gummy worms. I keep hoping that it'll change the next time I'm on and ask me to like, become a fan of something less-tastey, like asparagus. But does it? NO. And now I've been craving sour gummy worms for the last two days. Evil Facebook....

I better get into some kind of work out routine at ACU, I'm getting less in shape every day and it bothers me. And pie NEVER stops tasting good. In fact, I think it tastes better every time I eat it. I can't diet. I just can't. I must work out. My problem is that I don't like working out in front of people, near people, or anywhere that people could see me. However-I can't just go out to the middle of no where and work out, because what if someone saw me? Then they could tell everyone what I was doing and make fun of me! Or worse! What if they decided to kidnap me? I would be gone forever because no one would no where I was! 

See? It's just a huge dilemma.

*Or Japenese food. Whatever. I can't tell the difference. 
**This will never happen. I would feel weird. And my step mom and mother would never allow it anyway. Still, it goes to prove how much I love the color.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Hi.


So, this is what I look like after editing about 100 pictures within an hour or two. Or three...Okay, fine. Four. Four hours of editing. I think. You know I can't remember these things.

I now have a whole new respect for professional photographers. I mean, my goodness! I shot a family reunion the other day and took about 380 pictures, and I'm trying to get myself in the habit of editing every picture, not just my favorites. And it's hard! I can only stare at a screen for so long. And good Lord. Imagine being responsible for an entire wedding? From start to finish? That will be me, soon, by the way. I mean, I shot a wedding with Brittany Strebeck, but I only focused on certain things, like the bride getting ready and stuff. But wow...ahhhh....

Okay, I am done complaining. In all truth, I love photography and I enjoy doing this crazy job. For the past few nights, I've been up past four aye em to edit and play with my camera and what not. My sleep cycle is all over the place. If all goes as planned, I have a bridal shoot and wedding coming up within the next month. I'm also going to take some portraits of my Aunt Julie who is staying with my mom and I for a few days. She's moving to California, so she's driving her car all the way from Maryland to CA, and on her way she stopped to say hello for a few days. Like I do with everyone that visits, I took her to ACU today and showed her around. Unlike everyone else that visits, we went to get pedicures and go shopping at Goodwill. I bought a old timey vintagey coat rack thing and an old timey vintagey footlocker, as well as some sixty cent athletic tees. Woot!

$10
$5*
I LOVE GOOD WILL. 

Remember the last post where I told you all about the glorious things I found at Forever 21? I only ended up buying two things from there:


Then I bought some stuff from Etsy:

I can't remember how much this was.... like $15? Maybe?

$8

And I really, REALLY wanted to buy this headband, but it was $17 and I wasn't sure how often I'd wear it :(
It's 3:34 a.m. I have to sleep now. I apologize for the lack of posts. I have many many things on the grand to-do list this week. Goodnight. 

*Yes, it was cheap. But you know why? Because it smells like some creepo killed an animal, stuffed it in the suitcase thing, and dropped it off at Goodwill. I then imagine that the Goodwill people were like, "Oh! How glorious! An old timey vintagey footlocker thing!" But then they opened it and were appalled. But it's goodwill. So of course they discarded of the body and Febreezed** it, and waited for someone like ME to buy it. I'm alright with this. I just threw two giant air fresheners in there and locked it up. I will open it in a few days and smell the orangey goodness.
**Febreeze works on everything! I kid you not! Okay, I know this is totally gross and no guy will ever want to date me after they read this, but I don't care. It is comical. The other day I was supposed to go to a concert and my hair actually looked really good-but it, of course, had to stink. We had to leave in like ten minutes and there was no way I was going to be able to shower and what not before we left and just when I was about to panic....I saw the Febreeze. I hope you see where I am going with this.***
***I Febreezed my head, idiot.****
****I apologize for calling you an idiot. You're probably not. You probably just want to believe that I am not the type of girl who is so lazy that would rather Febreeze her head than take a shower. But I am. Accept it.


Friday, July 31, 2009

And then the man said, "I'm prone to man Crushes."

I'm a fashionista. Take a gander of things I WISH I could buy from Forever21.com while you await my next blog:



^Note to blog viewers: I MUST BUY THIS! OR I WILL SURELY DIE!^







Note to blog viewers: I would never wear this. It's soooo short. Blah.

^Note to blog viewers: I MUST BUY THIS! OR I WILL SURELY DIE!^







Note to blog viewers: Sometimes I greatly despise being curvy. I can't wear stuff like this, and it's depressing.

ENOY YOUR LIFE AND LOOK CUTE.

Sunday, July 26, 2009

Houston, we have a problem.

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I think my sleeping late problem goes far beyond my going to bed at 6 am every morning. I went to bed at 11 last night (Really? Really), and I still slept till noon. Ugh. I set an alarm on my iPhone and it TOTALLY did not go off.*

I really, really like Pandora. It’s like it’s in my head. If you don’t know what Pandora is, I shall be your informant: Pandora is free online radio that adapts to the type of music you like. So I can search for my favorite folk band (She&Him), and they will find more bands just like them and form an entire custom station based off that type of music. And it’s DEAD ON. I loved all the music they found for me. It’s so nifty. I typed in The Ting Tings because I like how their music is so instrumental and…interesting, so it found me an entire station with music like that. It gives explanations for why the songs are playing, too:

“We’re playing this track because it features modern r&b and rap influences, a subtle use of paired vocal harmony, repetitive melodic phrasing, extreme vamping….”

Genius.

I’m having a late-night garage sale on Wednesday. Why a late-night garage sale? Because I hate the heat and am incapable of getting up early. It’s going to be in my backyard, where I will hang gobs and gobs of Christmas lights on our dead trees and gaezebo. I have over 50 articles of teenage girl clothing to sell, well over 100 pieces of jewelry, about 10 pairs of shoes, and Chinese lanterns and such that would look lovely in someones dorm. It’s going to be like a thrift store and Forever 21 had a baby in my back yard. Everyone and their mother should come! For you who live anywhere close to Albany, it’s at 7-11 pm, and you can get in touch with me in a way that wouldn’t give every creeper on the internet my address…




I HAVE TOO MUCH STUFF. PLEASE TAKE IT.


Speaking of garage sales, I went to Maggot’s yesterday and got some freaking nifty stuff. Two hat boxes, a giant stuffed frog (hahahaha. That sounds soooo gross), a fish bowl, a bowling shirt that says Jesus on the back, and many other clothes. What am I going to do with a fish bowl? I’m not sure. But my zaney roommate and I will find a use. I also bought a twenty-five cent Winny the Poo poster for Stooshie (that’s what I call my roommate now), and Stooshie** loved it. Of course. We’re going to have the weirdest dorm ever.
While cleaning out my room for the latenight garage sale, I found some very interesting things.
Interesting thing #1: A rosary. I bought this roasary look-a-like at Forever 21 forever ago (pun intended), and I was so angry when I lost it. Apparently it was just hiding under my hue gob of necklaces hanging from my shelf.
Interesting thing #2: A maraca. Yeah, I don’t even know.
Interesting thing #3: All my old CDs. Can you believe it? Before the age of the iPod, I was cruely forced to make CDs of all my new music in order to listen to it on-the-go. And I found over FIFTY burned cd’s with lame, elementary school names like “GET LOW”, “Coolnes”, “All sorts of happy”,”Jazz me UP”,”Don’t worry, be happy”, “FUNNESS”,”THIS ONE IS FUN”,”Rock out man!”, etc. I think I’m going to sell all of them for $1 at the garage sale. I always wished people sold mixed tapes&CD’s.
Interesting thing #4: Red and Silver pom-poms. Once upon a time...Mary was a cheerleader. Actually twice upon a time. I was a cheerleader in elementary school AND high school.
Interesting things #5, 6, and 7: Random bins of trash. No, I’m not kidding. I literally found laundry bins full of what once was probably scattered about my room until my mom told me to clean it. I imagine that I waited until the last minute and as I heard her walking down the hall, I grabbed the nearest laundry bin, threw everything that was on the floor in there, and hid it in my closet. I found stuff that I used in sixth grade guys. Like this lime-green, hideous lunch box. It’s a mesh bag…thing, and I’ve always been ashamed of it. I am the laziest yet most active person I have ever met.

Okay, I have made like, zero progress on my college doodle wall. Really, zero. It’s pathetic. I can’t believe I may be losing my love for painting and my random doodling abilities. What am I going to do?!?! Ugh...I'm gonna go work on that.

*It really might not have. Today I was holding my phone and noticed I flicked a button and the Taco Bell symbol came up. I was like….”There’s a taco button? Really?” But then someone texted me and it made a noise instead of vibrating. So then I flicked the button again, and a slash went through the Taco Bell symbol. Apparently my phone has been on silent ever since I got it.
**Oh yeah! Remember the whole fiasco about not being sure if my room mate and I can be roomies? We're roomies! Scary parents are the BOMB DIGGITY.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

It's like the iceberg that hit the Titanic...but less murderous and more catchy and musical.

I only have a few things to say tonight. I think.

FOR STARTERS, guess what time I went to bed last night? Just guess. You never, ever will. 

EIGHT AYE EM.

No. I am not pulling your leg. I really was awake from 3 pm (I slept in) until 8 am the next day. This is not normal people! I blame Europe. Ever since Europe my sleep cycle is all screwy.

Now I'm pulling your leg. I can not blame Europe for my sleep cycle. I am insane, you should know this. it is no ones fault but my own that I was up until 8 am today. I enjoy staying up late. It's dark, quiet, and there isn't anyone telling me to clean my room or give the dog a shot (MOTHER). But last night I actually tried to go to bed. The clock struck four am, and I jumped in bed thinking, "Hooray! I'm going to bed EARLY! How exciting and delightful!" But then I just laid there and started at my ceiling. I wasn't really thinking of anything in particular, like life on other planets or how many cats I'd like to own someday....Oh, no. Usually, those are things I would've thought about. But I really was pretty blank. 

I eventually decided to get up and textbook.* My mom heard me tearing paper and barged in my room and, seeing as it’s somewhere around 6 am, asked me why the &#$% I was still awake. I shrugged my shoulders, said sorry, and went back to my book. I didn't realize that much time had passed until I noticed the sky was turning blue, and my room was getting brighter. My mom came in again and said she was off to work, and I headed outside to watch the morning rain fall on the dry, thirsty grass.

It was divine. I was sitting there in a t-shirt dress, leggings, and a sweatshirt (hood on, of course), in my flip flops watching the rain after an all nighter. I wanted to dance in the rain. I wanted to sing for the birds and neighbors and people driving to work. But I refrained and played Flood-it on my iPhone** instead. I was sleepy.

Sleep eventually came, thank God. Abel came over that afternoon and…well, it was an awesome day.

First, we made French toast for lunch. But it wasn’t just ANY French toast, it was Robot Mickey Mouse, heart, airplane, and music note shaped French toast. I found some cookie cutters and couldn’t resist.

Later on we took a long drive out in the country and came back and made calzones, which Maggot of course joined us for. I can’t make calzones and NOT call my dear, sweet Maggot. They came out looking somewhat unfortunate...but ended up tasting delicious.


Now I’m here, all alone (I miss Maggot and Abel L ). At 4 am, once again. I’m running on literally less than 5 hours of sleep, and still awake. Guys, I’m gonna die in college. I’m just never gonna sleep, ya know? Ugh.

In other news, I got a new printer from Canon since the last one crapped out. Hooray for exchanges! It works, and it’s scanner enabled me to make a few changes to the site. How? GO SEE! I would feel awful if I just told you…

The Reporter News published a story of mine...and it ran first page on their Life section. I was amazed. Everyday I am amazed with how God decides to use and bless me. This story was so cool. I shall give you the first paragraph of the story...and you can read the rest if you please:

"Three years ago, 20-year-old Brady Bruton decided he was no longer going to buy cases for his guitar. Instead, he would buy the necessary materials and make them himself. Now 23, Bruton, of Abilene, owns his own case making company, Brady Cases, which caters to popular Christian bands such as RED, Rush of Fools, and NeedtoBreathe."

Read the rest here.

I’m going to a concert on Tuesday at Monks. I is pumped. I’m also going to Maggot’s garage sale tomorrow. I is pumped for at as well. Other than that…I am tired. Oh! I got a twitter. I'm not sure how to work it, but my user name is MiraculousMary if you can find me that way. Other than that, I don't know what to tell you. Haha follow me!

*It's kinda like scrap booking, but less on the cheesy "Remember that one time..." stuff and more artsy and AWESOME stuff.

** Oh yeah, I GOT AN iPHONE! WOOOO!

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Hershey Pie

Yesterday was possibly one of my favorite days of the year.

Now when I say that, let us recall everything that happened in the life of Mary this year:

  • I graduated a year early from high school
  • I spent two weeks in Western Europe
  • I started my photography business
  • My little sister came to be*
  • I got accepted into my dream journalism school **
  • I got to live exactly 200 more days with my friends, family, and savior.

Even still, I’m fairly certain last night topped it all off. It all started off by sleeping in (of course), and ended somewhere around 2 a.m. when I finally got home from Abilene.

A few days ago, my dear friend Abel informed me that Monks, a popular yet tiny coffee shop in Abilene, was having a concert at 7:30 on Saturday featuring the Tastydactyls and Brightlight Social Hour. It sounded awesome-but I had spent nearly all-day everyday in Abilene that week, and I wasn’t sure my mom would let me go. However, I then remembered that I’m pretty much a college-kid now, and that the curfews and restrictions that previously binded me to my house had now vanished. Therefore, I was free to go to Monks.

I got all prettied up and headed for Abilene around 6. Seeing as I slept till 2, I missed both breakfast and lunch, so I was pretty much starving once I got into town. I stopped at Wendy’s and got my usual: a small Chili and a small Frosty. The plan was to eat everything on the way to Monks, but then I remembered that I had no idea how to get to Monks.

Abel was sweet enough to meet me somewhere and let me follow him to his friend Juan’s house, where he had been hanging out. Now, before we carry on with our story, let me tell you about Juan.

Juan lives in a haunted house, has been stabbed twice, has been pronounced dead three times, and is a twenty two year old boxing stud who believes that when he dies, he will live in Thug Mansion, along with Snoop Dogg and other rap legends. He is also getting married in August on Friday the thirteenth. Pretty awesome, yes? Yes. Anyway,

Abel, Juan, and I all went out to eat at Rick and Carolines, and Juan insisted on buying me a kids meal hot dog. I heavily protested, because I knew I wasn’t going to eat it. For one thing, I just had Wendy’s and wasn’t hungry. For another thing, after I got home from Europe and ate all those hotdogs, I kind of made a vow to myself that I’d never eat a hot dog ever again. I know I won’t stick to that, but it’s only been a month or so, so I still get nauseated when I look at a hot dog. Juan bought it anyway, and Abel ate half of it for me. So sweet.

During our dinner, I found out that Abel and Juan are two of the most interesting, sweet guys I had ever met. Apparently the both of them have been to too many concerts to name, and have done something crazy at each. Getting into fights, crowd surfing, dancing, you know, things of that crazy nature. By the time we got to Monks, I was extremely excited to see what crazy thing they were going to do.

Abel was dead set on getting me to dance, but thankfully he failed (muahaha), and I did not have to dance. He ended up crowd surfing, which should surprise you, because Monks is the size of a large living room. I mean really, I would never expect anyone to be able to crowd surf in there. Each time someone did though, they came within centimeters of the ceiling fan and every girl in the room gasped loud enough to muffle the music. It was also so hot in Monks that every time I went outside to get some air, it was actually refreshing. Now all you people who are reading this and DON’T live in Texas, nothing should ever, ever be so hot that it makes Texas nights seem refeshing.

Abel pushed me all the way to the front of the stage, by the way, so I was inches away from the band.

Speaking of the BAND, Abel knows everyone, including the lead singer of the headlining band-the Tastydactyls. Before the show, everyone was sitting outside of Monks socializing. During this time I feel like I was introduced to the entire teenage population of Abilene, all of which Abel somehow knew. So when I met the lead singer of the Tastydactyls, I thought I was just meeting another random friend of Abel’s. But later during the show….I noticed that the lead singer was wearing bright blue shoes just like another guy I had met earlier…and he had the same white-blond hair….and the same blue eyes….and…I was going to kill Abel. I met the lead singer and didn’t even know it! If I had, though, I would’ve made an idiot out of myself. I love the Tastydactyls. This is how it would’ve gone:

“Hiiiiiiii,” I say, shaking his hand, my eyes getting bigger than they ever, ever should. “I love your music. That one song-Push it- is like, my all time favorite. Like, seriously, your like, so cool.”

“Well…thanks,” He says, trying to release his hand from my death grip.

“You’re totally welcome, like, seriously…you rock,” I say.

“Alright Mary, lets go get some coffee, alright?” Abel says, trying to separate my hand from the Tastydactyl guy’s. “Leettt gooooo…..”

It would’ve been bad. Anyway, I met a ton of people going to ACU, and discovered that smoking was still a teenage fad. I’m not gonna lie, I thought that died in the 80’s. I am just so na├»ve.

ANYWHO, the concert ended around 11 or so, so Abel and I headed back to his house to eat Hershey Pie, watch That 70’s show, and play guitar. And when I say play guitar, I mean Abel plays and I listen.

What is Hershey Pie, you ask? Abel’s very own genious invention. The recipe is super secret, but you should be ENVIOUS. The first time I had it was a few days ago when Abel made lunch for his friend Steven and I. That was also a very good day. I got to meet Abel’s little sister (she’s five), Brysa, and play games with her. Steven was so good with her- I was quite amazed. You know how little girls are kind of always playing imaginary house? Well, whenever they ask me for something, like an imaginary muffin, I always awkwardly respond with, “Ummm….I don’t have one! Darn! Go ask your mom for one.” But Steven? Oh no. He was awesome! When Brysa asked for an imaginary muffin, he held an imaginary bowl, mixed the imaginary ingredients, poured the imaginary mix into imaginary cups, and even baked them in an imaginary oven. It was adorable.

Abel was just as good with her. When he played guitar for Steven and I, Brysa would frequently interrupt by hitting the guitar with drum sticks, but Abel would just smile and tickle her. I really hope I can be like Abel and Steven when Anabell*** gets older. They’re both so sweet.

Sorry, I got a little distracted. Anyway, we ate some Hershey pie and had quite the lovely time. I went home around 12:30 or 1:00 a.m. Lovely, lovely, lovely….

In other news, my beloved roommate and I may not be beloved roommates anymore! I logged into my ACU email account, and there in my inbox was my room assignment. And who wa my roommate? NOT NASTASHA. It was DEVASTATING! I called her immediately to break the news, and she was equally devastated. She told her parents…and I think ACU is going to get a serious beat down from them. Her parents called and left a message something to this extent…

“We are paying $28,000 a year for our daughter to attend your school! You told her she could room with Mary Garvin, and she WILL room with Mary Garvin!”

Hehe. I am happy. I also got into the TINIEST DORM HALL on ACU’s campus, McDonald Hall. I remember saying to myself, “Self, you want to room ANYWHERE but McDonald. Seriously. ANYWHERE.” But what happened, self? You got put into McDonald, that’s what. I really hope Nastasha’s parents can get everything worked out. I’m too nice to be so aggressive, and I think my parents are the same. Well, I could sic my lawyer step mom on them if needed…hmmm…..

Anyway, I’m off to eat banana bread. Speaking of food, did you know Oreos taste really good dipped in tea? I’m lactose intolerant, and I really wanted to dip my Oreos in milk, but I can’t. So I had some tea sitting next to me, decided to dip it in there, and it actually turned out nicely. Hmm. Whoda thunk it?

*Technically, she was born in December. But it’s still a highlight of the year.

**Abilene Christian University is the number one journalism school in the STATE, baby.

***Annabelle is my 7 month year old sister

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Tell me something!

Oh, how I love Facebook conversations.

Robert
tell me something!
Mary
like what?
Robert
like anything
Mary
hmm
i recently discovered that i have a gigantic crush on peter parker from spiderman.
if he were a real person, and knew&liked me, i would be a happy happy lady.
Robert
toby mguire (sp?) spiderman?
Mary
no no no
Robert
comic book version?
Mary
PETER PARKER.
no
haha
yes from the movie
that guy
Robert
yes toby peter haha sorry
Mary
except i like peter parker. tall skinny white guy whos kinda nerdy but very very attractive and sweet
Robert
haha well thats good
Mary
yes
you said anything...haha
Robert
that secretly saves the city of new york?
Mary
na uh
Robert
or is that optional?
Mary
optional
Robert
ah ok
you dont get to fly around on webs if hes not
Mary
well thats true.
and he got all attractive and confident AFTER that spider bit him...
okay okay okay.
he can be spiderman.
BUT
Robert
you will be getting kidnapped a lot in this relationship
Mary
there cant be any bad guys who constantly interfere with our beautiful life together swinging around on webs. haha
Robert
hahahaha
exactly
Mary
hehe
Robert
no super villains. he can just help old ladys cross the street
Mary
yeah...
and,
kitties in trees and what not
Robert
sounds good
Mary
this is going in my next blog.
because its funny.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Feeling blue?

I WOULD JUST LIKE VERYONE TO KNOW THAT I HAD TO DO THIS BLOG NOT ONE, NOT TWO, BUT THREE TIMES BEFORE IT WORKED. I HATE BLOGGER.
Anyway, I believe my level of happiness will sky rocket once I reach ACU on August 15. You know why? BECAUSE I HAVE THE BEST ROOM MATE EVER. Three reasons why I love Nastasha:

1. We are both insane. We both have non-matching things for our dorm room, and we rejoice in this.
2. We both love love love Olive Garden and delight in ordering the same thing every single time we go. Soup, salad, and breadsicks, and one Black Tie Mouse Cake to split.
3.She was totally  cool with me having a DOODLE WALL for our dorm, and is even making a DOODLE DESK for us. We shall have the coolest dorm EVER.

Also, I've been spending a ton of time in Abilene at ACU doing random stuff. Mostly just editing photos and the website in the Library on the awesome free wi-fi. I feel like I should just go ahead and move in. It's so bad that Nastasha and our friend Chris have to ask me whether I'm in Albany, or Abilene. And when I say Albany, Chris will say, "Why arent you hanging out with me?!?!" Haha. I love it. 
I went to Abilene yesterday to try to get my license renewed and it did not work. Apparently you hae to bring your high school diploma with you if you're 17 an graduated. Stupid, stupid, stupid. So I just hung around town all day and hung about with Nastasha and Abel. Chris was SUPPOSED to come, but he had to watch his little sister. Anyway, to kill time before lunch at Olive Garden with Nastasha, I decided to get all my dorm shopping done. Here's what I got:






The sheets on the left were $7.50, the ones on the right were $10. Woo hoo!
Eiffel Tower? Or JEWELRY HOLDER? Both I say!
This picture just cracks me up. Way to go Miss Eaton and Whitfield. 

In other news, I have a few pending bookings for the next few weeks. I migh even drive to Lubbock to do some press shots for my friend, Colton Wise's, band. Other than that I have three families, a bridal, and a wedding to shoot. We shall see what happens. I'm going to look for locations tonight.

I watch a lot of videos, and I thought it was time to share some of my favorites. So whenever you are feeling BLUE, feel free to watch this entire blog over and over again. Like I do!

Before the hilarity, though, watch something that truly changed my life a little:

I've known some people that think this video is of some crazy dude running around in a robe...SO, I shall clarify: The guy in white exemplifies God, the girl in black represents human kind. It's a demonstration of the love God has for us, and where He is during the rough times.

Now for the hilarity!























Chris Crocker is quite inappropriate the majority of the time….but this is pretty hilarious.

OK, this video was alllll over youtube. Apparently is the BEST MARRIAGE PROPOSAL EVER. And it kind of is. I would like it. haha Anyway, see what you can make of it:


If the above video was the BEST marriage proposal according to youtube…what does the worst look like?


Hehe. I love funny videos. I hope you enjoyed.