Not in my hands...

My mother goes in for surgery on an artery to her heart. I wish I could cut class to be there, but I have several assignments due. Not like my presence would make anything go smoother, but I would feel more in control. However, its not in my hands. I hate that. But please for my sake add my mother to your prayers.

The apartment trio has been a little rocky lately. I guess thats normal with three adolescent girls. I seem to be mostly the mediator though. My cousin once described me as "mellow". I guess its either true or the name stuck, cause my nickname here at OU is "Melo-lady." I have to be the one that interprets both of my roommates jargon. Most of it is rather ridiculous, getting blown way out of proportion due to hormones, I believe....or the full moon ;) . Either way, I decided that most of the times, I should've just let them simmer and not taken the lid off. Didn't do much good in the end. Again, out of my hands.

Damn Straight!

Whoever you are holding me now in hand,
Without one thing all will be useless,
I give you fair warning before you attempt me further,
I am not what you supposed, but far different.
-Whitman

Past haunts us all...

So...Casper decided to creep into the Melody mansion, and scare the hell out of its inhabitants. If those of you out there dont understand what that means...its a metaphor...a lame one at that. Try and figure it out.

WTF?!?

Sick...

Being sick really makes gathering initiative to go to class that much harder....
Not feeling like doing much of anything lately. I usually sleep like a baby, but strangely the past few weeks have been under some insomniacs spell. I am a zombie. One that looks and acts like a normal person.
I dont know what you did to me......I can't shake this.
Its different this time, hard to just turn away.

Watch out Stillwater!

Last night's concert was so much fun! Incubus was amazing, and as seen in the picture below...they looked amazing as well! Hehe, that alone was worth the trip. When he took of the shirt...whew...i almost passed out. His voice alone is enough to melt any women's heart. The four of us crashed Orange Peel, and I would like to think that we made an impression. Special thanks to Robin for getting us the tickets, can't thank you enough (no you are the best ;)!). Today, the thought of his shirtless self was the sole reason I made it through working 6 hours at the library totally alone...on a game day....nuff' said.

Orange Peel 04'

Orange Peel 04' 

Got an ace up my sleeve...

So last night I began my winning streak. *To those of you that are a major part of my life, you know things haven't been going so well in Melodyland* Not so well, is an understatement. I can't seem to shake it this time though. No sleep, no initiative, no bright outlook. Until last night, that is. I decided I needed a bit of fun and we invited people over to play. So socializing is best right, not wallering in self pity. Things are starting to look up. A full house aces over kings was my first hint that the tides were turning. I AM STILL THE "QUEEN!"I won the game. Needed that badly. I still haven't gotten back the energy and happy-go-lucky attitude, but that all comes with time. I will make a promise though, no more slacking. GOtta keep the game face on, keep that ace up my sleeve. Good things are about to happen, I know it. Just gotta work a little harder to see it.

The true queen continues her reign

The Cabin, god I wish I were here.  

THinGs on MEloDy's AgEnDA tO RemEDy:

So life seems to be going exceptionally well except for the few things here and there that need to be mended. See thats what I do, fix things. Fix the clog in the sink, fix a broken heart, anything in between really. The only thing that seems to be bothering me is the relationship I have with the little vixen on the right (in the picture.) It seems that no matter what efforts are made, there is this huge gapping trench keeping us from fully bonding. Conversation is totally still in the polite stages, not the bare all say anything comfort level I would like. I am used to that in my close friendships. Its like we are too different, unyet too alike to get past this. We both dont open up well, we both prefer being by ourselves than in large crowds of people, we both like attention but cower from it excessively. I've tried confiding in her a couple of times and it seems she is still scared of trusting me. I love this picture below because it seems to symbolize all of our personalities and our relationship as a whole. We are all dressed different and are in different poses, reflective of the differing natures; our line of sight seems to be set on all different places indicative of our individuality, yet we are sitting so close expressing our close-knit relationship....

Out of the mouth of an analystic artist...I apologize.

OU's first football game is tomorrow. I am ready to cheer on the team! Laura is playing for the first time-good luck- and we have a 3 day weekend. What more could you ask for?...besides someone to snuggle with me while Laura's and Sarah's boyfriends are down entertaining them presently...nothing!

I ran into a trash can today on my bicycle, to whomever has read this far and misses my embarrasing moments from my last journal. I was just biking along trying to be all cool, the wind in my hair and...suddenly i need to slow for pedestrians....(I remember something catching my attention, I think it was wearing Aqua DeGio cologne ;) )...and BAM! I ran straight into the trash can. Pesky things just jump out at you!
Three Amigos

"College life, only better..."

I have decided that college is made up of three essential things, there are the classes and learning, the independence, and the friendships. Over this summer my father made the comment "Friends don't mean anything, I never had friends, I only had family and thats all that matters." That was the first and probably the last time that I ever believed my father to be completely and utterly wrong. To those of you that don't know my family I can just say a few words, "love em' but can't stand em'." I have never been that close to my family, much to my dismay, not for lack of trying though. My friends on the other hand have been the source of much of the happy times that I remember. Laura, god bless her, is a FIND! Shes one of those people that would sacrifice her life for yours. I say to HELL with all the people that don't believe it, or ever treated her wrong. I dedicate this post to the one and only, mindreading, musical, compassionate, and caring, my friend Laura.

Big Candy