Yeah man.

Things in my life:

- Alejandro is doing well. We've moved him into a 10-gallon aquarium, which is much better than the plastic tub he was temporarily residing in. I hope to see him grow bigger and live for many years.

- I saw The Drowsy Chaperone this past weekend. All I can say is bravo. I enjoyed the show so much, so so much. The cast was excellent, I am so proud of my Alma Mater. And my baby sis was in the chorus! I can't wait to see it professionally done sometime, though this MCHS performance will always have a special place in my heart. BRAVO!!

- The past 2 weeks were consumed by the Iowa Summer Music Camp. It was good, but man. Teenagers are draining.

- One of my roommates is awesome. One of them is not. Neither of them are actually here, living in the apartment this summer.

- I am very pleased with how my relationship is going. He came home to Mason City to see the musical with me. We did all the Mason City tourist-y things (which was actually pretty enjoyable and enlightening). He met more family (not my father though, thank the lord). As far as I know, it went well. I'm happy, I'm comfortable, and I feel like I'm being treated in a way I deserve to be. Any problems are minor, and are dealt with like adults and in a timely manner. I don't want to get toooooo excited but.... eeeeeeee!!!! :) :) :)


Today, I am apartment cleaning. Boring, but necessary. I feel like all I ever do on my days off is clean. BUT tomorrow I'm going to a baseball game tomorrow in Cedar Rapids with all my people. So, that will be awesome :)

Peace out for now.

Ale-ale-jandro, Ale-ale-jan-durroooooo

I really am a terrible blogger.

Please enjoy this photo of my new baby turtle I rescued, Alejandro:





I WILL post again.

Father's Day.

2 post secrets hit especially hard today:


And



I wish they weren't true for me. I don't want to talk to him today.

Inked: Part 2.

I've been contemplating getting another tattoo. I've been thinking about it for a little while now. Since last summer to be specific. But I'm not sold on what I want. Here's what I know.

Something small and simple.

I'd love something on my wrist, but that is a little too visual, especially considering my future profession. I'll have to settle for something less visible or at least something I can easily cover up when necessary.

For my late brother.

That being said, I've been throwing around the word potential. It's exactly what I think about when I think about Matthew. I always imagine what he would be like now, at 17. Probably kick ass, let's face it. But when I think of him, I get a surge to become the best person I can be. Because he didn't get the chance. I did.

So I'm thinking a few things. Maybe just the word "potential" somewhere. Or some sort of symbol meaning potential.

And I'm still throwing around whether I want his name/birthday attached to it or not. It's a good memorial, but I'm not sure I want everyone to immediately see that.

So bloggers, what do you think? I would love love love your opinion.

My choices

are mine. Only mine. Not your choices. And they are for me. Not for you, for me. Sometimes they are to make you happy, but sometimes they are for me. And this is one of them. It is mine. MY choice. If you don't like MY choices, you may leave. I'm not asking you to stay, I'm not asking you to like them. Respect my choices. They were made by me, for me.

My choices aren't for you. Not anymore.