The Story of the Handstand

that So it's leap day. Up until this year, I didn't really think that much of it.  But with all this media frenzy (meaning the leap day episodes of 30 Rock and Modern Family) I have realized that leap day is kind of a big deal.  It's an entire extra day of your life that you only get every 4 years!
And I've been wasting it.
Case in point, today I did exactly what I do every Wednesday:
1. Class
2. Lunch
3. Class
4. Gym
5. Class
6. Dinner
7. Attempted to watch Jeopardy...(long story short, my TV insisted that ABC had to be both channels 8 and 13 therefore not allowing me to watch)
8. Facebook, Pinterest, Email, more Pinterest...aka procrastinated
And now here I am, still not doing my homework, and sill following the same old boring routine.
Considering it's 11:30 I didn't have much time though to do a special leap day activity.  So I decided to try and do a handstand.
It's nothing crazy, but it's not something I do every day.  Frankly, it's not something I've ever done (except maybe underwater, but that doesn't count.)
So this is the story of the handstand:
It started out slow.  First I tried to do that yoga pose I have a hard time with every week that is more of a half handstand which looks a little bit like this:
Of course this is a poor picture, and a poor example of the pose but you get the idea.
After doing that a few times, mainly to get this picture, I decided to move up to the big leagues.
Hand-stand-land.
After giving myself a mini pep talk I put my hands on the ground, kicked my legs over and...
back down they came.
So I tried again, and again, and again, and again until i fell, narrowly missing my head ending up in a weird, contorted, heap on the floor, and then I tried again until the clock struck midnight, and leap day was over.  I was determined to do it, and with the 2 minutes left I tried my hardest to kick my legs over.  Unfortunately gravity won this battle.
I never did touch that door with my feet, but I got over that fear of taking that first step.  I embraced the total loss of control just for that second when my feet were in limbo, and for me, that was a leap (sorry, the holidays bring out the sentimental cheesy side in me.)
I guess there's always next time.  Although, now that I've taken this leap (I can't stop!), maybe I shouldn't wait 4 more years to try again.
Who knows.

The Ins and Outs

Hipster. Not.

Unicorn Farts 102

It's Friday!

so if you have been keeping up with these posts, first off thanks for sticking through. Second, that means you get another chance to take a peek into what I consider good music. Apparently, I'm not very up to date with my music as someone pointed out to me, my itunes is stocked with pretty much zero new albums...but I say who doesn't like vintage./? Besides, there's nothing wrong with knowing what I like and frankly not being the biggest fan of some of the things that pass for music today. I'm not making any claims that the music industry has gone to crap because there is still good stuff coming out. You just have to find the right artists. But this is not a critique of the music industry. I have no authority to say anything about that. But to level with everyone, I will admit to having quite a good time singing along with this in the car.

Everyone has their guilty pleasures, mine just happens to be mindless pop. (I am not endorsing this as good music. Just...fun)

Anyways, so in honor of "updating" my music taste I decided to take a look at some of the Grammy winners from this year since Herman's farts are Grammy worthy after all. So here is Grammy winning Bon Iver (winner for best new artist)

Oh and by the way Grammys, Bon Iver's been around since 2008. But it's about time you noticed.

A List of 10

So this week and last week were simply absurd. It all started last Friday with the stomach flu, and ended this morning with my British Literature midterm. Somewhere in between, I had tests out the wazoo, and an internship application due, but it's all over now.

Thank. Goodnes.

Since I'm sure no one wants to hear about my stomach flu, or my tests, here are some things that have gotten me through this past week and a half

1. Drawing Class

Sure it's a 9AM, but 3 hours of uninterrupted studio time that I have to spend drawing...no complaints here.

2. getting mail

no email can compare to getting a paper letter in the mail. Even more when you get a package in the mail and it's christmas all over again.

3.Pinterest!

procrastinate ALL the homework and pin ALL the things

check out my boards or some my someone elses!

4. STRIPES!

Too bad I only own one of these things :(

5.Froot Loops

Artificial fruit flavoring, sugar, loops, reliving childhood, what more can you ask for?

6. Zooey Deschanel and new episodes of New Girl

I am kind of sort of obsessed with Zooey.

I mean look at her! Who wouldn't love that face, those big eyes, that quirk.

source

7. Spotify

soundtrack of the spring production Adding Machine stuck in my head+budget of a college student=quietly humming to myself EVERYWHERE

soundtrack of spring production Adding Machine stuck in my head+Spotify= successfully embarrassing myself as I belt in my room. (lies I'm a great singer)

8. finding someone with the same music taste as you

9. MASSIVE snowflakes

because it's happening right now

10. the people who asked me why I wasn't blogging.

This is for you

This

Today I walked back to my dorm after a particularly rough day and found this outside my door. I don't feel that there are any other words necessary for this.

Unicorn Farts 101

I don't like poop jokes. Let's be real, who actually enjoys talking about feces? (If you do, my apologizes for this generalization.)

However, upon the request of one of my favorite people on this planet, my cousin and godmother Carla Taylor, I will have more farting animals. So say hello to this unicorn.

A few things about this unicorn:

1. Its name is Herman

2. Herman hates pop music and glitter. He likes to live outside the box

3. His hair is pink to give it the illusion of being magical (because the horn just wasn't enough.)

4.Herman's anus has the magical power of making fan-fucking-tastic music, aka this unicorn's farts are grammy worthy

So from now on, on Fridays, this unicorn will grace us with a fart.

This week, it goes a little something like this...

Sure this might be "older" but just like the honey badger, Herman don't give a shit (no pun intended.) It's still great music.

Fresh Perspectives

I'm not just a kid.

For starters, I'm 19 years old which makes me one year older than all the other legal adults, but that's not the point. The point is, I have a lot to me. So far I've shown you a little bit of my artistic side (more of that to come), and obviously my humorous side (just kidding), but now I would like to introduce you to the writer in me.

She says, "how do you do?"

(She is a little bit more formal. And she wears glasses.)

Anyways, since my short story is still a work in progress, I thought I would try something new out in the mean time. A sort of mixed media project. And all I need is a picture and my imagination.

So here it goes, enjoy!

(photo by me)

This is it. The first game of the season. Four years of football camp, four seasons of high school varsity, a scholarship, and I'm finally here. College football. In a few hours the stadium will be full of screaming fans, the field full of screaming coaches and players, but all I'll hear is my adrenaline amplified heartbeat echoing off the cavernous inside of my helmet.

I remember my dad's voice as he stood with me in this same spot on the first day of preseason, "You did it son. Now get out there and make me proud," he said as he thumped his open hand on my back.

I walk onto the field past the ten yard line, the twenty...the numbers begin to blur as I run down the field now, my cleats slamming on the turf, my hands slicing through the icy fall air faster and faster until I reach up and feel the rough leather pressed between my palms. I cradle the ball under my arm and keep running. All I see is the span green of the turf in front of me, the white stripes marking how far I've gone, my heart keeps rhythm with my feet.

Bu-bum, bu-bum, bu-bum...BUM.

My chest caves in around the players helmet as he slams into me. My head flies forward and my feet slip out from under me. The green of the turf quickly changes to blue sky as my body flies backwards, my head ricocheting off the rubbery turf until I settle into the ground.

"FIRST DOWN!"

oh hello!

Blog cat is kind of shy.

Debut #2

Blogosphere,

My apologies. I feel that it's pretty self explanatory what I am apologizing for, but in case you don't know, I'm apologizing for the fact I haven't blogged in about...well who's really counting. Here is my excuse:

(This is an interpretive rendering of what my life currently looks like)

(here it is in color)

The point is, I am busy. I'm a college student with way too much on her plate and not enough time for herself. So I decided to take more than the hour and a half of yoga every Friday to myself, and restart my blog.

So this is my first post.

hehe, it's a whale fart.

(Don't ask about the logistics, it just works.)