The snozzberries taste like snozzberries!

To Whom (LIFE) it may concern, 

       My somewhat new-found amiga, Sarah Phelps, has inspired me to really write a nonsensical post (as if my recent posts have been so substantial). Here is an example.

The following fall into these categories a.) what does not make sense b.) weird stuff & c) how did that work?

--> When you light a candle and then stick your finger into the wet wax. It's the coolest. But how weird?? It is this oddly smooth liquid and then an immediate solid all of the sudden! And what is wax? Well I didn't wanna leave yall hangin so I looked it up. It's a California punk rock band. Wait a second...

      Now it may seem pretty obvi that wax is beeswax. But it can come from plants and even petroleum. Alright, now I'm bored so let's move on. 

-->  Razors. Didn't exist until much later in the earth's existence. Soooo did women just not shave their legs? I would hazard a guess that they did not. I do not even think that is gross. Men were probably used to it! SO UNFAIR. Shaving is a pain in my butt. (I won't even go near under arms here)

--> How come some people's hair can curl and others cannot? I'm not talking about naturally curly vs straight hair. I mean using a curling iron. What are the properties in one girl's hair that make it so difficult to hold a curl? I don't believe it is an issue of thickness because I have friends with both thin and thick hair who can curl theirs. It doesn't make sense. Poor Bradley, my housemate who would like wavy hair for just a day. 

--> The trumpet is super weird. It's also a lot more complex than I thought. Who decided that the sound of the trumpet was what was missing in music? Don't get me wrong, I don't mind a good trumpet inclusion in my music (see here), but it is still bizarre. Often, when we think of musicians we might think artsy or free-thinking; but wouldn't it be like engineers or mathematicians/scientists who can build instruments? I feel like to get just the right sound/size/shape you gotta know physics. I'm blowin my own mind (without assistance from Eve & Gwen Stefani). 

Feel free to comment with your own nonsensical musings. 

Arrivederci, 

Kelly

p.s.- I don't think I have ever eaten beets in my life.

I keep bleeding for Leona

Dear Life, 

       So you forced my hand and I haven't had a facebook for several days now (I deactivated it). That may seem like such a short time but think about how often YOU automatically go to your browser, type in those first few letters: "f..a.." and then click the first link. Now imagine not doing that at all. Anyway, it really is weird to not spend as much time on the computer. I love it. I am also more accustomed to it since I did not have a facebook for 1 1/4 years. I do enjoy being void of it. But it makes me want to blog more slash look at blogs more. So please people, for my poor, facebookless sake, increase blog postings.

        

       Did ya'll know that if I could have any singing voice it would be Leona Lewis'? 

Well, now you do. 

Girl got some pipes.

Mmm hmmm, 

Kelly 

p.s.- I might also choose Sara Bareilles' voice, depends if I'm feeling soulful.

Stop, Drop and Rejoice.

Dear Life, 

       1 Samuel 8:13 says "He will take your daughters to be perfumers and cooks and bakers". HOLLER. Oh, if only the Lord would tell my parents that. Now, I aint got a clue in heaven what a perfumer is, but I will gladly take baker or cook. [Insert hopeless sigh here]

        But Life, I am learning about freedom. And I am learning to have the freedom to enjoy what I find enjoyable. Rather than feeling guilty about being happy. Do ya'll ever feel that way? Guilty about being content? Now, the feelings of contentment and security don't come too often for me, I'll be honest. And I long for those. Then, as soon as they arrive, I may not even let them through the front door because I am nervous about this sudden change in emotion/attitude/circumstance. Who are these joyous and sunny strangers? My life is supposed to be hard, toilsome and full of shame. I can't indulge in good feelings. (Do you see the craziness in my deceived mind?)

      Anyway, the next time I feel good because of great time spent with friends, or a fulfilling run, or a beautiful day I am going to INDULGE THE HECK OUT OF IT. 

To fit in perfectly, a quote from my favorite devotion just came to mind, "Rejoice! is just as much a command as repent!" 

YES to brightness, 

Kelly

p.s.- I think I will indulge myself in soaking up sunshine and eating Jack Browns this weekend. BOOM

Take me back to Urban Jungle

Dear Lifezorg,

      Well, before spring break I had reached a new level of expertise in the area of work avoidance. Really, if not doing work is a skill then just call me Gepetto (don't).

Now I am reaping what I sowed and working hard to meet deadlines. I hate school. 

Ironically I have had Hakuna Matata stuck in my head lately, yeah well I am far from worry-free. 

Anyway Life, spring break was ZE BEST. The gradivas got sleep, sun kissed and stuffed from good eatin. Take me back right now. Like really, where is Christopher Llyod when you need him?

       I was usin some of my sass against this lil 5th grader today and I am pretty certain he smirked and mumbled "man ima smack you". We were joking before but I still pulled out my teacher voice and said "Excuse me? Did you say something? I am still your teacher." 

I can't wait to have my own classroom. Señorita Bishop, that's me. (You know until the divorce happens then I'm Señora Beckham).

springing forward, 

Kelly

p.s.- I didn't realize how adorable Koalas were until I went here last week. Thinkin about gettin me one of those (a million dollars if you know what show I'm quoting).

I need a nap and an empanada

Dear Lifey, 

I am getting bored of my blog layout. Are you guys bored of it? Does it deter you from reading often? Are you really that judgmental? But understand Life, that a talent of mine is not blog layouts or even caring to take the time and figure out how to change it. So you see we have come full circle.

Life what the heck I had such a spectac weekend with my brother, Joelila! So unlike you Life to bless me so. Although I don't think you deserve any credit (see here).

While Joelboles was here we ate some delish Venezuelan food which reminded me of the food I loved whilst in Argentina. Ugh, so great. Chorizo tiene mi corazon. 

Two practicum days, a test, and some homework standing in between me and San Diego. Rejoice with me. 

anxiously yours, 

Kelly

p.s. hey folks here is a verse that has been my jam lately...do it up good --> "When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, You knew my path" Psalm 142:3

quicksies postsies

Dear Vida, 

Dang, blog makin me procrastinate. It's not my fault I have no concentration slash zero motivation to study or do work. Whose fault is it? Probably this guys.

Brother Joel is coming tomorrowwworrowww. Can I get a woot? Why would you only give me a woot? You don't sound very excited...

Alright well I said this would be a quickie so I will sign off and leave you with this lovely song by Gungor that my beloved brother showed me (not the one visiting- I know they are hard to keep track of)...

loves me some banjo, 

Kelly 

p.s.- think I'm gonna do me some bakin this weekend so holla if you wanna get at it

All my ladies say Haaayyyyy

Dear Life, 

       I want to learn another language. Being trilingual shouldn't be so hard, right? Unless that language is Russian. I mean my future in learning this language is bleak but it's still fun to youtube beginning levels and see how far I get. Devushka, proshu proshchenija. That means: miss, excuse me. COOL. (bee-tee-dubs I can now sing a Chris Brown song in Russian. DOUBLE COOL)

Get excited Life because tonight is Soul Train Tuesday with the gradivas. 3 words: Delicious. Black. Men. And I'll throw in another 2 words: House. Bonding. 

The score for my summer plans is still Life: 2, Me: 1. Life has two points for still not getting me a job or any indication of some productive plan, and I have one point for Israel. Ugh. 

If I eat a baked chocolatey treat but it's during a special hang out/study sesh with my bestie then that makes it healthy- right? I'm sure you can follow my logic. 

tummy full of chai tea latte, 

Kelly

P.s.- raise the roof for my little broseph comin to hizzity Hburg to visit!  
P.p.s.- looking back I should have been more specific about Soul Train Tuesday. We will be watching a movie that stars attractive African American men. That should clear up any sketchiness.