Why I love 2007

Oh what a year this has been!!! It has been filled with joy and discovery. I could honestly say that this has been one of the most amazing and life changing years for me.
With that in mind, I have decided to do a series of posts entitled: WHY I LOVE 2007
The first installment of this series begins now...

The Year of the Dance
During the first couple of days of the year Whitney and I decided that 2007 should be themed the year of the dance. With that as our theme we jumped into the year ready to dance. We didn't know exactly what it would mean to have a year of the dance, but we knew that dancing would become an inseparable part of us and that the way we viewed dancing would change forever. Looking back on the year I am very pleased with the results. We danced often and passionately. As we danced we learned that dancing was an expression of our souls, because we weren't just dancing with our bodies we were dancing with our hearts. Dancing became a short-cut to happiness and with time we realized that we weren't dancing because we wanted to but we were dancing because we had to.
TOP 5 DANCING MEMORIES OF THE YEAR
1. When Courtney and I went and saw Girltalk perform in Salt Lake
2. Being an active member of The Loft Dancers (the L.D.s)
3. The time that Whitney and I organically started grunting while dancing
4. My first hip hop concert
5. 80's nights at area 51

So many good memories, so many amazing experiences!!! I hope that I will always dance the way I have this year.

Christmas time

In 4 days my brothers will be coming home!! I am so excited! I've missed them a lot. I really didn't appreciate what I had when we lived so close together. I sure love them, and can't wait to see them.

Today's Joys

Top 3 reasons I love this day
1. phone call from Brian Arnell
2. Ravioli eaten as a finger food
3. LOTR Two Towers

The Moon is Waxing

As promised:

Love Poppets:

A Love Poppet is a cloth doll, similar to the popular Voodoo doll, but used by Witches in white magick spells for love and romance.
To make a Love poppet, you will need two pieces of cloth (equal in size), a pair of scissors, a needle, some thread, ink or paint, and magickal herbs with which to stuff the doll.
On a night of the new moon, concentrate on the man or woman whom the Love Poppet will represent and draw the outline of the person on one of the pieces of cloth and then carefully cut patterns. With a needle and thread, sew together the two pieces of cloth along the seams but leave the seam at the top of the doll's head open for stuffing.
The next step is to draw the person's facial features, characteristics (such as mustache, beard, glasses, hair, etc.) and his or her own astrological symbol on the torso of the Love Poppet with ink or pain in the individual's favorite color(s), if that is known. If you are unsure use red or pink-the colors of passion and love.
Using mugwort, feverfew, sorrel (or any other herb ruled by Venus, the planet of Love), stuff the Love Poppet until it is completely full. After this has been done, sew shut the opening at the top of the doll's head to prevent the magickal herbs from falling out.
The Love Poppet is now ready to be used to draw love into your life.
On a Friday when the moon is in a waxing phase, lay the Love Poppet on the center of the altar between two pink candles. (Be sure, as you stand before the altar, that you are facing East.) Anoint the candles with some rose oil and then light them. Sprinkle the Love Poppet with a bit of salted water to consecrate it, and say:

WITH THIS SALT AND WATER
I CONSECRATE THEE
AS A POSITIVE AND POTENT
TOOL OF LOVE MAGICK

Pick up your athame with your right hand. Touch the Love Poppet with the tip of the blade to charge it with magickal power as you say:

IN THE DIVINE NAME OF VENUS
AND BY HER DIVINE POWERS
I CHARGE THEE WITH LOVE-DRAWING MAGICK
SO MOTE IT BE.

Pick up the Love Poppet and hold it in your hands. As you gaze at it, concentrate on the affections of the man or woman whom the Poppet represents, and direct your love energy into the Poppet. Recite your beloved's name nine times out loud, shouting his or her name loudly on the ninth recitation.
Return the Love Poppet to the center of the alter and tie a red ribbon (symbolizing love) around its body and say:

WITH RIBBON OF RED
THIS SPELL I BIND
TRUE LOVE AND STRONG LONG
MAY (name) AND I FIND
SO MOTE IT BE.

Place your athame on top of the Love Poppet. Extinguish the candles and leave the doll on the alter for three weeks.
After the ritual has been completed, wrap the Love Poppet in a white satin or silk cloth, leaving the ribbon tied to it, and keep it in a safe and secret place where it will never be disturbed.

Athame- A ritual knife with a double-edged blade, used by witches and magicians to draw circles and to stoer and direct energy during magickal rituals.


Herbs of Love- absinthe, Adam and Eve root, almond, aloes, balm, basil, bay laurel, lemon, licorice stick herb, lotus, lovage, magnolia, mandrake, mistletoe, beth root, cinnamon, cinquefoil, cloves, coriander, cubeb berries, damiana, dill seed dragon's blood, dulse herb, elecampane, fennel seed, five-finger grass, gentain root, heart's ease, hemp seeds, juniper berries, laurel, lavender, myrtle, orange blossoms, orris root, passion flower, patchouli, periwinkle, primrose, quassia chips, Queen Elizabeth root, rose, rose geranium, satyrion root, scullcap, snakeroot, spikenard, vanilla, verbena root, vervain, violet.

Current moon phase:

Waxing Crescent
19% of full

I bet you can guess what I will be doing tomorrow! All you men better watch out, you just might be my victim! (insert witch laugh)


for more information on poppets: http://www.earthwitchery.com/poppet-magick.html

information taken from Wicca Love Spells, written by Gerina Dunwich, Citadel Press (1998)

Mourning

Jack left Project Runway tonight because of a medical emergency. My heart goes out to him, I will probably be in mourning the rest of the season.

December 1st

It snowed in Seattle today. I don't exactly know how to react to this. I love snow, when it is snowing, and when I can look at it through a window. Snowflakes are beautiful and amazing by themselves, and when they cling together to blanket the world in snow. However, I hate snow after it has fallen, and I have to go out into it and walk around in it. In fact, one of my most hated sounds on this planet is the sound of snow crunching, it does the same thing to me that fingernails on a chalkboard do to many people. Whitney was telling me today that she will only be wearing skirts from here on out, because of the wet pant leg you get when you walk in the snow. I think she is really on to something here, it is kind of like the summer of skirts but in the cold.
Even though the snow is cold, and can be a very nasty nasty thing, I do think it was the perfect way to welcome December. The snow fall, combined with Christmas music, and a warm drive in my car, helped me to feel the magic of the season that is upon us.

In other news, today was World AIDS Day. I went to a 4 hour class/training on HIV and AIDS. It was amazing. I don't know if I have ever really put an effort into understanding the virus or the way it effects peoples lives. The last 2 hours of the class were presented by a man who has lived with HIV/AIDS for about 25 years. It was really life changing to have the opportunity to listen to his story. He related an experience about a 16 year old girl who had said that she was not worried about contracting HIV. If she did contract it, there are pills that would be available and it would be NBD. He then reached into his bag and pulled out over 20 bottles of pills that he has to take on a daily basis (the pills cost him $6,000 a month). It is incredible to think of the constant battle he faces just to make it through one more day. This season on Project Runway one of the contestants, Jack, contracted HIV 17 years ago. He is amazing, he has an incredible body and seems to have a great amount of energy, plus his designs are pretty great. I gained a whole new respect for him today, and have decided he will be my season favorite.

Also, today was my roommate Heather's wedding. I didn't get to go to the ceremony, but made it to the reception. It turned out really nice. It was held in this really nice restaurant on the water. The back of the restaurant was mostly windows, and it was gorgeous to see the snowflakes falling on the water. We had a bridal shower for Heather on Thursday night, it was themed Naughty or Nice. I ended up running the show and had a bunch of fun. We played the poetry game- but we put a twist on it, we had everyone theme their poems around love and the honeymoon night. We aimed to write poems that Heather could read to Justin on their honeymoon. It was brilliant! The poems turned out so well. The night was filled with lots of laughter and had a good mix of both naughty and nice moments. My favorite moment of the night however, was after Heather had received an array of inappropriate gifts (edible underwear, boobie tassels, loads of lingerie and more) she opened her last gift and pulled out a large beautiful painting of the Savior (given by her Mom and Aunt). I can't speak for all of my roommates, but I will say I felt a bit awkward.

Finals have arrived... let the cankers begin!

Retail

A month and half ago I entered the world of retail. I work at Lucy, which is a clothing store full of women's active wear. "We make clothes that fit, woooomeeeen."

I love my job!!! I could have never guessed that I would love retails so much. I get to help other people buy clothes. I love giving my opinion on color, styles, fit, and what is hip and what isn't. It is so fun to help women feel so good about themselves that they have no problem dropping several hundred dollars on active wear. Each customer thinks that I am the expert, and is willing to believe everything I say. It is kind of scary how powerful my opinion seems to be for many of these people.

Last weekend was our big holiday weekend, I worked all 3 days, including black Friday! I had some major sells this weekend. One lady was planning a trip to Africa, so I helped her spend $700 to be adequately prepared for her adventure. Then a lady came in yesterday (she was wearing the hugest diamond ring I have ever seen) looking for Christmas gifts for her girlfriends. She was thinking about getting them all workout pants. "What a great gift," I told her, "this jacket will go great with those pants and your friends will love it!!!" 11 jackets, 5 pairs of pants, and $900 later, Jill was walking out the door as happy as a lark. In fact she was so pleased with the service she received, that she grabbed me and gave me an ecstatic embrace, then told me she wanted to give me a Christmas gift. I was thinking a pair of pants and a jacket would be a good idea.

I can not change the way people perceive me

If you didn't already know, Megan moved up to Seattle last weekend, and we are roommates again. Over the last week we have had 6 people ask us if we are related. I guess they have failed to notice that she is a foot taller than me, and that we don't look a bit a like.

Our guess is that it is just the glasses.

It kind of reminds me of the time a kid, that had been in the same ward as Lily and I for over a month, admitted that he thought for a long time that Lily and I were the same person. Once again he must have failed to notice that she is much taller than I am, and that she is Asian.

Going Home

After several weeks of living out of a backpack, paying for showers, eating only bread and cheese and sleeping wherever we happened to find a bed (the word bed is being used very loosely here), Erin and I were exhausted, stinky, and ready to go home. I am not sure if there have ever been any happier girls than we were as we traveled back to The United States. The journey was filled with energetic conversations of how much we loved America, and how excited we were to be going home. We really understood why Neil Diamond was so happy when he sang “We’re coming to America, Today!”

When we got off the plane in Newark we had to pick up our bags, go through customs, and then return them to the belt that would take them to our next airplane. As we went through customs, we gave our passports to the agent; after the little man looked over them he gave them back to us, smiled and said, “Welcome Home.” Both Erin and I kind of melted in that moment. Never had 2 words sounded any sweeter. We were back in America, and on our way HOME. As we walked away form the customs agent, we both giggled with excitement, knowing we were almost there. We then got in line to put our bags back on the belt where they would be shipped off to our plane. When we got to the front of the line the airport worker asked us where we were flying to, with all the joy and enthusiasm of my soul I blurted out “SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH!!!” Erin just kind of stopped and stared at me then looked at the man and said, “No, we’re flying to Seattle.”

I was instantly crushed. I was supposed to be on my way home, to the place where I belong, and in my mind that was Provo.

Since that day I have come to the harsh realization that Provo holds a very deep spot in my heart, and it is going to take a long time before I stop yearning to be there. When I left I don’t think I really understood what I was leaving behind.

My first week living in Seattle was a little rough, though it was exciting to be here, I still felt very much like a stranger in this new land. I felt very isolated and alone. However, I was very thankful to have a cell phone that allowed me to talk to Lily for several hours every day.

On Tuesday morning I went on a run, on these trails that are really close to my house. It was amazing! The trees were thick, and were showing evidence that autumn has arrived, squirrels darted in and out of the trees and across the path, and a light drizzle of rain continually kept me cool. Everything seemed to be just perfect, like I was dreaming. As I ran I was filled with such peace and happiness. And then I realized that I had finally made it home.

I am happy here. I love my program; there is so much to learn. My classmates are awesome. I live in a crazy-fun hose with 9 girls. Each roommate is so individual and I am so excited to get to know them all. This place is gorgeous; I have my breath taken away on a regular basis by the beauty that surrounds me. Institute and my ward are wonderful. The city is so fun and full of activities and excitement.

Sure I can’t run and grab Café Rio whenever I want it, nor can I go party hopping on a Saturday night with Mark and Lily. Whitney isn’t going to be sitting in my house when I get home, and there is no Doll House just around the corner. The conference center isn’t an hour away and I can’t drive up the canyon to see the colors. But that is O.K. Provo was great, it was home, and I don’t think I will ever really stop missing it or the people there, but I’ve realized that this place holds many wonderful treasures as well, it is just a matter of uncovering and embracing them.

Thanks for the quote Mom

"Don't cry because it is over, smile because it happened" -Dr. Seuss
Things this applies to in my life right now:
Harry Potter
Provo
RSP
pretty much everything.

I got 8 hours of sleep last night. I consider this a huge personal victory.

harsh realization

Last night it was brought to my attention that i have entered a world which I openly despise. That is right folks: I AM A GAMER. I put in at least 2 hours a day playing a video game, and recently i rarely make it to bed before 3 in the morning. I've ruined my life! No, Dr. Mario has ruined my life.

The Summer Time

Bikerides, Dr. Mario and Prank phone calls. This is what summer 2007 means to me.
I'd like to give a shout out to all those who have made this magic possible, including Gary.
Let's keep rockin' Provo

Who is that person?

Something kind of humorous happened at work today. But before I tell you about it I need you to participate in an activity with me.
If you had to choose one of the things you admire about me, and put it into one word what would it be? You don’t have to tell me your answer. I’m not fishing for compliments here (though if you want to give one I’ll take it). Ok now think of my top 10 best qualities.
All right, so today the Campus Director (my boss) of the school I work at made a list of all of her employees and chose one thing that she greatly admired about each of us and put it into one word. She started with Laura the career service manager and said she admired her commitment, then for Becky, the other career counselor, she chose her sincerity. Now it was my turn, I guess I was kind of expecting all of the usual comments, but much to my surprise she pulled out the paper with my name on it and said "I admire Kaylene’s seriousness."
If this trait showed up on your "top 10" list I would be very interested to know.
It blows my mind that I can work at a place for 9 months and it feels like no one here really knows me at all.
I love that my boss thinks I am serious, my parents will be so proud!

My friends call me...

When I was a kid I always wanted to have a name that just my friends called me. You know, "Hi, my name is Kaylene, but my friends call me Kay." I remember being a small child and trying to get people to call me Kay, it never caught on. I spent most of my youth without a special nickname. My Dad has always called me Kayleners but for some reason I never really felt that counted as an "official" nickname.
Over the last 8 years since coming to Provo I have started to collect nicknames, all of which I love deeply. I love them each for different reasons, probably I just love them because of the people I associate them with. Some of my favorite things I have ever been called are:

• Special K- started by Bobby "Krusty" Gilliam
• "Lady" - a name used solely by Damon Schmidt
• Lenes, Leney, Beans, Beanie- I think this all originated somewhere with Kim, but has become my most popular set of nicknames. Over the years I have been able to say "Hi my name is Kaylene, but my friends call me Leney" and it will stick. Beans and Beany are almost exclusively used by the Choplettes, though Tom does call me Beans. Oh and Erin calls me beanie-butt

Now on to the real point of this blog, I have recently acquired a new nickname, and you might have to use your imagination with this one: Kayeldean! ok when you say it you have to use a nasty southern drawl, holding out the "kayel" part and then ending with a nice solid "dean".
Very few things bring me as much joy as hearing Courtney or Megan say my name in this fashion. I can't help but laugh every time. I especially love it when I get off of work and have 4 voicemails and they are all of someone yelling Kayeldean into the phone and then promptly hanging up.
Thank you, Megan and Courtney for bringing this joy to my life.

New Goals

I have recently decided that my ideal mate would be a 40-year-old male with a 16-18-year-old child. That way I could possibly be a grandmother in the next 2-6 years. Grandma at 28. That would be so ideal.

Blanket Paradise

Truth: I don’t exactly know what true love is. I think the closest I have come to this emotion is the way I feel about my blanket.

Some of you may be thinking this a little extreme, and maybe it is. But, if you knew my blanket you would probably feel the same way.

About 3 years ago, I started the search for the perfect down comforter. I checked most of the regular places: Bed Bath and Beyond, Mervyn's, Target, etc. You name it, and I probably looked there. Everywhere I went I was continually disappointed by the expensive, flat blankets that America had to offer. Eventually my Mom suggested we check out Ikea. What a brilliant idea. Soon after arriving in the bedding section I found it. Big and fluffy, just waiting for me to take it home, so we could start our perfect relationship.

My comforter is about 3x the size of a regular down comforter (maybe even more). Some people have described it as a gigantic pillow. I describe it as heaven. It is so perfect that no other blankets or sheets are required. During the winter it is so large and fluffy that none of the cold could ever make it in. During the summer it is light and airy allowing for airflow to reach all of the necessary places. I can’t imagine sleeping without it. When plausible, I will take it with me on my overnight adventures. It has been with me to the mountains, the river and the Wollenzien’s.

Over the years my love for it has grown to the point of being slightly possessive and a little jealous. I don’t much like it when other people come to my house and see it and decided they want to snuggle up in it. A while ago Becky and Erin were having an S.O. (sleep over) at my place. I left the room for a minute to brush my teeth and when I came back there they were snuggled up in my blanket. I guess the protective mother instinct kicked in or something, but the next thing I know we were in a full wrestling match. The 2 of them against me, I struggled so hard just so I could have my blanket back, safe in my arms where it belongs.

I love it so much that I have even contemplated telling my future husband (whoever he might be) that he will have to get his own blanket. Dave says that would be a huge red flag for any guy, so I am reconsidering.

Last night I had this dream that one of the students at the school I work at borrowed my blanket and put it in the washing machine. When she took it out it was ruined. In my dream I could feel my heart breaking. I was in that panic state where you just don’t know what to do, where the only option is tears. Fortunately, I woke up this morning warm and at peace in the comfort of my blanket. A feeling of relief flooded through my body and soul.

Right now I feel peaceful knowing that in a couple of hours I will be safe, crawling into my bed ready to spend another glorious night with my one true love.

Poems for 2 voices

As the ward talent show approaches every year I find it necessary to think of some insane yet wonderful way to impress the crowds. Because of my lack of talent in most of the performing arts it usually turns out to be something ridiculous, like a lip sync or a mock bell choir. This year I was a little stumped, no good ideas were coming at all. A couple of weeks before the show Lily and I spent a Saturday at the local used bookstore. Upon returning home we began to have a moment of "show and tell" where we each presented the treasures we had found. We each took turns displaying our books and giving reasons for why we had purchased them. Then we came to one of the books I had purchased, A Joyful Noise: Poems for 2 Voices. We decided to try the poems out; as we began it became immediately obvious that this was it. These poems would make the perfect ward talent show performance.
The talent show was a smash. Whitney and I came dressed in full beatnik attire: black turtlenecks, sunglasses, and barrettes. You know, the whole works. We brought stools and our own special lighting. After our act was announced we had the lights turned down, we came on the stage in the dark, sat down our stools and our lamp, sat down and then flipped on the lamp. We adjusted the microphone and then with out any extra talking or introduction we started our poems in unison. We started with "The Waterskeeters," then did "Waterboatman" and our last poem was "The Moth's Serenade." We made it through the set with out cracking a smile, and at the same time keeping our voices and faces as drab and serious as possible. We ended with thanking the crowd for listening to our art, picked up our stools and left. The performance was well accepted, some claimed, it was the best talent show performance they had ever seen. I was pleased that I was able to have another successful ward talent show performance under my belt.
After our debut Whitney and I began to find ourselves in situation after situation where people were requesting, that we do our poetry for them. Since then we have performed for several groups of friends, at a couple parties, a poetry reading, and at Muse Music on a Friday night at the end of a show. We've also had some people wanting to record us, one kid has tried once, but the equipment he was using was borrowed from the school and he couldn’t get the sound to work.
I am shocked at how popular our sideshow has become. I'm wondering if we should start selling our act. Maybe we could do children’s birthday parties or something like that.

strange day at work

My work day today seemed really normal, busy but normal. As the day was winding down I had one last appointment. At first the meeting was going along just like normal. We talked about all of the things you would talk about in a career counseling appointment. And then I asked why she had moved around so much growing up, just to show that I was interested. Her response was, "oh, my dad is in the circus." So nonchalant, so casual, she said it just like it was normal to have a dad in the circus. I never realized that real people were actually in the circus, and that they had children, that seemed fairly normal. I feel so lucky to have actually met someone related to a circus act.

I hesitated to add this part, because the girl was a little embarrassed about this and claimed to have never told another human soul but I'll add it because it is so awesome. Her dad actually got fired from the Barnum and Baily Circus because he locked the smallest man in the world in his trunk, because the little man was drunk, and was kicking him, so he just picked him up and stuck him in the trunk.

twinkling souls??

Today my heart broke into a million pieces. It is a long story, which you have probably already heard, so I will spare you from the details again. I sent a text to Lily asking if I would ever feel whole again and she responded, “Only if you allow your insides to twinkle until your heart heals and you can love again. It could take a while. Maybe we need to do something healing that is electronic and adventurous.”
Was I confused when I got this… Yes. Later, via telephone, Lily explained that everyone’s soul has certain things that make it twinkle and when facing heartache it is best to fill your soul with those things, and it will eventually lead to healing.
I agree.
So I have decided to start listing the things that make my soul “twinkle” or vibrate (as that one kid in fast and testimony meeting said). I am just going to do 10 for today.
1. night time tandem bicycle rides
2. dancing, dancing and dancing
3. fish tacos from Rubio's
4. the stars
5. The Green River and Southern Utah
6. magic and witches and magical witches
7. poetry for 2 voices
8. quiet time with roommates and friends
9. reading (mostly books written for kids that are filled with beautiful language)
10. finding out someone is your soul mate
Strangely enough stopping at 10 was quite difficult for me.

a music revalation

Yesterday I was driving from Seattle to Puyallup right around rush hour so I got stuck in traffic. I didn't have an ipod, cds, or any other form of personalized entertainment so I was forced to find something on the radio. Which actually wasn't that bad because the radio stations in this area are pretty "jawsome." I stumbled across this one station that played purely electronic music, I was quite enjoying it when a song I didn't love too much came on the radio so I started scanning the stations looking for something else. Strangely enough the scanner paused on a hip hop/bootie station and the song playing moved my soul. I stopped the scanner and listened, my heart was left wanting more. I spent the rest of the car ride listing to cube 93.3 a station I would have never thought to listen to in the past. I don't really know what was going on inside of me at the time, I just know that was the music I needed. I partially blame this on Lily, partially on Brian, and partially on the bootie dance parties I have gone to over the last couple of months. The other thing that was slightly disturbing about this incident was my familiarity with the music being played, there were moments I was even able to sing along.

I'm Back

OK so maybe i went through a little blog honeymoon stage and then we broke up, now we are trying to work things out. I hope it goes ok.

Eternal Itch

How would your life be different if you had an itch in the same place for 4 years, and it wouldn't go away, and it was in an embarrassing place so you wouldn't want to itch it, and you wouldn't want to see a doctor?

-and no this is not an ailment i personally endure

Electronic women can have babies fast

Megan is straightening Whitney's hair and she is making the most crazy comments in the world. Whitney looks weird with straight hair. She just informed us that when her hair is straight she is no longer funny or cool, but that she is sad. And Mark just showed up and now he wants to crochet and watch House. I just want to go to bed.
My official decision is I love this place.

If you had to pick a dramatic way to die what would it be?

This is one of the questions found in the "If" book (a book of questions designed to arouse thought and conversation) that we read on our road trip last weekend. The answer for me is clear. I would fall into the Grand Canyon. I fell so deeply in love with that place the moment I saw it. Now, I can honestly say that I know what love at first sight is. While we were standing on the edge of the Grand Canyon the wind was so strong and I was positive it was going to sweep me away, where I would be swallowed by the beauty of the canyon. And I would have been ok with that.

It strikes me a little odd that I never knew how the Grand Canyon was formed, what seems even stranger, is that I had never even thought to wonder how it was created, until I was standing face to face with it. I'm glad to know now that it was caused by the Colorado River. That is so amazing that a river could cause so much erosion and thus create such a magnificent canyon. I kind of like Josh's version better. About a man who loved a woman so deeply, and then she fell down a crack in the earth so he started digging to get her out. "And he didn't have time to sleep. And he didn't have time to eat. And he didn't have time to grow old. And he didn't have time to die." He still hasn't found her, he may never find her, but he will keep digging because of love.

The Red Panda

Their disposition is mild. They are gentle and curious.

Josh has a gift for seeing animals in people. The other day we were all talking about what animal Josh sees in us and his official decision was that I am a Red Panda. I kind of like that. I feel like i even look like this little guy. Right now Josh is trying to figure out what animal Whitney is.

This weekend

One of my life dreams will come true.

Tonight on Smallville

Clark Kent was dancing, and it was honestly painful.

Also the episode was about witches--awesome.

2 hearts 1 soul

Oh Valentine's Day!

The day of love or the day of misery, guess it just depends on the person experiencing it. Honestly, i don't understand why people hate Valentine's Day, it seems like such a bitter perspective.

I personally love the holiday. To celebrate we had a couple of friends over and made heart shape pizzas (a personal tradition). The pizzas turned out to be delicious. After the pizza making we all gathered together for a little poetry writing. The following are some of the poems we created together.

My heart says yes but my mom says no

She says, "you are nothing but a ho."

That might change my mind cause I'm afraid of pimps

I cheated on him, was shot, now I limp

If my heart were pierced

I'd pierce yours too and buy us matching gems

If my soul were open

I'd invite you to reside here forever

A Thought

"And we should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once. And we should call every truth false which was not accompanied by at least one laugh."
-Friedrich Nietzsche

Who would have ever guessed that Nietzsche could describe the feelings of my soul so completely. I feel weird about that.