So photogenic

Dear Life,

      So I have this tendency to go on to the National Geographic website, to the countries section, and just choose a country and look at the pictures & occasionally read some facts (Jamaica has been colonized since 1494!!).

Today I share with you some of my favorite photos (bear in my mind I still have much exploring to do on the sight, these pitchyas are a small percentage). Click to enlarge.

This is in Mumbai, India at a [hard-to-pronounce] railway station. I love the blurriness with the still frame. And the architecture of the building is so elegant.

The North Pole??? No such luck. This is a view of Svalbard, Norway, at night with snow-covered mountains.

The vibrant colors are just shouting beauty and I just love how they adorn their wrists with gorgeous crafts. These are Maasai women in Kenya. 

These little girls in Brazil are wearing beautiful head wraps that make them look like young ladies. If only I could rock one as well as they do.

Vacation getaway to the South Pacific island of Tonga, anyone?? It's quite small and quite breathtaking. 

This might become a habitual occurrence on my blog- to display my findings during my internet travels. 

hoping to be an actual world traveler, 

Kelly

p.s.- which photo do you love the best y por qué?

freezie pops > a downpour

Dearest Life, 

       I am excited about the hopefully auspicious event of Graffiti Goes Out with a Pop(sicle)! What a good time it is bound to be. Please Lord bless us with favorable weather. I want the conviviality to be wildly out of hand. I want the merriment to be maximized and the enjoyment to be endless. 

       I had far too many cats and dogs fall all over me today. This pouring rain does not fly with me. It actually makes me angry. Please just let me be angry, I am not an angry person so it is unnecessary to press your optimism upon me- I am allowed to dislike something. And today that something is COLD, HEAVY RAIN. Thank you, Life.

       Let's hear a hip hip hoo-rah! for my social activeness lately. And doing it all without spending actual money (JMU dining dollars does not count). Reminding me of my extrovert tendencies is the energy and joy I gained from intentional time spent with many friends today and last night. Cowabunga! I'm surfing the waves of friendship. And it is refreshing.

(Great now I am even more dejected about the weather and yearn for the beach)

Parsimoniously yours, 

Kelly 

p.s.- Graffiti goes out with a POP! and I am left here with a sob. Such is Life.

Like what you like and be who you be

Dear Life,

       I love playing Ultimate Frisbee. I love being on a team of people who are going to try their best, not just to win but because it feels good to care and be fervent about something. Many people don't understand competitiveness in sports but boy I sure do. Ultimate is a sport I feel confident in. I like being an integral part of a team. Because in volleyball, yeah I can hold my own and might not be bad, but still. It's like cereal...it might not be bad for your health but it's not hugely improving it, either. In frisbee I feel more like grapes or lettuce (not quite the gnarliest vegetable/fruit). I like strategizing when to cut in and where to send the disc; how to flick it so it arches over that guys head & into my teammate's hands. Sports can sometimes be an art form.

       I was talking to a very good friend of mine about being who we are and being okay with who we are. I thought of how I enjoy sports and being competitive. Often I feel like I should apologize for that. Perhaps it's the stigma that only men can get roused up about athletics, or that it is not Christian to want to win or to care so much about a game. I call it passion. And I take personal affront to those who claim I am not being "lady-like". 

I grew up with 4 boys, 

Kelly 

p.s.- What is something you might feel silly about being passionate towards?!

Oh, Cornelia where art thou?

Dear Life, 

       Our toilet won't stop running. It's making this constant rushing sound that I aint tryin to have- and now it won't flush. Good riddance to that john! Cheese and rice that baño is one thing I will not miss about the Graffiti House. And our freezing cold downstairs either. Which I will admit was nice yesterday when it was sunny and warm (AS IT SHOULD BE (IN FREAKIN APRIL)).

      I have been thinking how nice it would be to have a servant. No no just picture it with me for a moment. Or think of a butler if that eases your conscience. I wake up in the morning and I have to get ready super quick (and doing anything at more than a glacial pace one minute after waking is dang near impossible for me)- I would love to say "Cornelia (that's what I imagine her name being) start the tea kettle/coffee pot please." or while I'm in the shower "Cornelia! Would you lay out my SDSU sweatshirt and skinny jeans on my bed, please". Even those few minutes would be a great help. Come on, you know you want one, even just a little bizzle, am I rizzle? 

Now Life, these gloomy days? Hell to the no. Cut out that mess. My tan from urban jungle is gone. Up-set-ting.

naturalistically yours, 

Kelly 

p.s.- I saw this band last night and it was magical. I wish I was still in the venue closing my eyes and engulfed in their powerful sound waves. Unforgettable.

Tantalizing Tidbits

Dear Life,

       A good meatball can be as rare as an unbroken trampoline. (Doesn't there seem to always be something wrong with a tramp? no pun intended). I made chicken meatballs for dinner and they were good...but could still use some improvement. Excited to tackle that culinary challenge at a later date.

       And good friends are like sugar to the soul. And I love sugar.

Finding the perfect mood-setting music is a difficult task. Especially since lately my preferences have been ever so specific. "Light-hearted, foot-tappin, Jesus music" for getting ready in the morning. Or "soulful, yet uplifting R&B music" while I dance & sing in the shower.

Cooking is probably the hardest for me to set the perfect mood. James Vincent McMorrow was a decent choice, but perhaps too mellow.

      Today as I was driving I saw above a building an electronic sign that flashes words across. Well this is literally what I saw as I drove past: 

                                 "40 degrees..........Life........."

Exactly. 

it's seventy-seven in San Diego, 

Kelly

p.s.- Now of course the sign was a bank or insurance place, but I think it was really Life just messin with me, as usual. Oh ho ho Life, YOU SLAY ME.

"My home is deep in the forest, near the roots of the mountains"

Dear Life, 

       Whyyyy do you insist on cold weather? I aint tryna have that. But, the sunshine is a nice touch. 

Hey folks, here is some advice from me to you--> sing in the shower more often. Especially when you're in a good mood. Really lifts the soul. Now, go ahead and play some actual music whilest singing so it's not just your american-idol-wannabe self booming down the hallway, causing your roommate's ears to bleed. 

Also Life,  thanks for the somewhat swollen eyelid. Where did that come from?! PTL it's not pink eye like I was fearing. Story of my life: ailments from out of nowhere and a brand new pimple to match. SCORE.

Random is my middle name.

(it's actually Kathleen), 

Kelly 

p.s.- I wish my life was an extension of Lord of the Rings or Harry Potter. Instead of Boresville, USA. Hence this post's title.

Thanksies

Dear Lifey, 

       Gracias!! Thank you for decently warm weather as of late. Thank you for times in the morning when I am getting dressed/doing my hair and dancing to Michael Buble in front of the mirror only to bang my hip real hard against my desk- causing all dancing to cease but not without soliciting laughter at my life.

Thank you for chocolate chip cookies- seriously. 

Thank you for Israel. Because, oh did you hear, I am going there. I am going on a tour of the Holy Land. Which is Israel. The Holy Land (where Jesus lived and walked) is Israel and I am going there in May. 

Most of all (not really most of all) thank you for this video:

This is my new favorite video. (sorry if you don't speak español- real sorry for you)

filled with gratitude, 

Kelly 

p.s.- Did I mention I will be going to Israel in less than 2 months?