Random Stuff.

Hmmm . . .

Hello. Thank you for reading my blog.

Heartwarming random pictures posted throughout.

I got an email from a friend in Charlotte. Her cousin was working out and all of a sudden his body went haywire. The next thing her family knew, he was in the Intensive Care Unit in a coma [sp?]. And his brain is swelling. Please pray for him. His name is Shaine. My friend's name is Cherish. Thanks, guys.

Una otra amiga, who lives in Richmond, might be signing a contract for a house! Fun! Please pray for her, too. Her name is Tiffany.

I bitch-slapped my professor the other day in class. I believe that is the technical term. Another student got to choke him. That was scary.*


My friend Meghan came all the way from Charlotte to help me de-clutter my home. Well, that's not entirely true. Her family lives in Maryland, too. With the help of her ["her" or "she"? I think "her."], Jermaine, his cousin Dwayne and Ikea, we rearranged my living room [soon to be "our" living room]. It looks fantabulous. I have pictures, but I can't find the stupid cord that hooks my camera up to the computer. So you'll have to wait.


I truly thought I created the word "fantabulous." I didn't. I'm quite devastated.

One of my best friends is currently with child. I'm jump-up-and-down happy for her and know that she and her husband are going to make amazing parents. She's been keeping things kind of on the DL so I don't know if she would want me to reveal her nombre.

So, apparently I type my smiley faces different than the rest of the free world. (: I had no idea. But people keep pointing it out. It makes me feel special.


I want to blog about my balcony garden. Unfortunately it doesn't exist yet. All I have are "before" photos [which I am unable to retrieve from my camera anyhow]. Without "after" shots they're just pictures of my mess.

Jermaine is kicking Bubble. I'm proud of my talented fiancé. Check out his work at Red Bubble before he forgets us little people.

I think that's about it for now.

*These events took place in my "Movement for the Performer" class. We are studying stage combat. No professors were harmed in the making of this blog.