:)))

So, you know you are in starbucks way too much when the people know you by name, me and my best guy friend, tanner spent all day there study fro chemistry, which is the spon of satan himself. i found out that i am a lot better at homework with in the four walls of starbucks, also when i am trying to do well on an exam, lets just say a 12 page study guide does not lie. Anywho, that was sort of an uneventful day yesterday and then that night i saw one of my good friends needed a hand with some stuff for fundraising and i decided to bake a few things...well i got caried away, (what do u expect im Armenian?) and i made a bunch of food and painted a sign for him just to help out. IT is soo funny how good a simple good deed makes you feel. As i was sitting in starbucks after i droppped that stuff off i was thinking..."What if i did this more often? Would i get this cool fuzzy good job kimberly feeling?" So, there i sat drinking my Iced Americano with 2 add shots, which is a 7 shot drink thinking about this, avoiding my periodic table and that gut feeling in my stomach that was telling me to start my at final that is due wednesday. I then got a phone call from my mom that was the usual "where are you!? when do i get you?! but it was followed with an i talked to kristy's mom....(right about now im thinking omg omg omg maybe she is going to be able to go to india...maybe i will be able to go...) Well my mom proceeded to tell me that my Dad approved! which is a huge thing. And, not only that but Kristy would be able to accompany me on this mission for His glory! :) i do not think i have gotten that excited in my life, not like the 7 shots had kicked in or anything, but i was exstatic!

I still am.

Fast forward an hour and about 2 vente iced teas later,

Memorial Day.

I love having that pride in your nation...the tingle you get when u hear the national anthem before an event that gets your heart racing and you feel an instant pumping in your blood like you can climb any mountain with an American flag strapped to your back! I sat there, in starbucks listening to Toby Keith with my red bandana and USA shirt on thinking, I AM BLESSED. So, therefore my heart was like..."Kimberly do something about it" so i decided to proceed in this process by thanking my Menzhireeg(Grandpa in Armenian) for surving in the force. I also felt it was important that remembered My Uncle Armen who also served...<3 r.i.p..He was not the big tough one that drug his buddie out of the front line but he was a man of a huge heart. He made all the invations for all the military balls and events that were hand written. He helped with making the logos, designs and major artistic features of it all and he never failed to go above and beyond the call of duty. His heart for others was huge and i miss him so much. So much, some times i even regret not spending as much time with him as i should have. He would sit with me and Kristina after dinner thnd tell us we could get a piece of candy out of his drawer if we didn't tell mom. We would then proceed to climb up on his super tall bed or i prefered his lap and listen to a story. Sometimes it was Tom Sawyer, sometimes it was a Nancy Drew book, but the best ones were not even in books. He would make up stories or just tell us about his life in Meadville. He would always tell me and Kristina, "Tsakoog (angel), write down everything. All you think, see, love, and are inspired by." He was a wise man. A creative man. A military man. A man that had a heart bigger than one would ever know. He had unlimited knowledge, he would always use HUGE words like "gargantuan"..which ironically, means huge... and encouraged a good reading of the dictionary or a drawing of the family tree (Which is more like a family forrest when you are Armenian because there are so many people) or a drawing of anything, he inspired and INSPIRES me now.

I love you great uncle armen. More than you would ever know, you taught me the love of learning and that there is no limits to my mind and what i can do with it. You taught me that the most important thing is family, and that they will never leave you. Well, now you are gone and i know that this wisdom will always be with me and i will soon see you again.

Love your Tsakoog.

Giving my mom the flag the US Military gave us in his honor. <3

Things.

.......I.......

-i have consumed over 8 shots of expresso today...easily

-i do NOT sleep...enough

-i need to leave

-i have paint in my hair

-i took the "i" idea from blaire

-i need a break

-i need peace

-i need to sleep?

-i am an addict

-i am recovered

-i am lost in my thoughts of color and images

-i have been drug tested 8 times this year

-i have never smoked

-i laugh at over-achievers

-i am one

-i hope to inspire

-i want to be inspired

-i need my glasses cleaned

-i need to study for finals

-i do not care what you think

-i do not just say that

-i am glad im not involved with you anymore

-i am new

-i am loved by the big man upstairs

-i like short blogs

-i think blaire is a real blogger

-i need a to-do list

-i am unorganized

-i like it that way

-i will not change for you

-i am changed

-i wear way too many bracelets on one hand

-i do not take them off often

-i am drinking a starbucks

-i know the workers at goodwill by name

-i want to sew

-i broke my mom's sewing machine

-i tend to break things

-i am not fragile

-i am opinionated

-i am armenian

-i am short

-i need to blog

-i like to say "im going to blog about that!"

-i always forget when i go to blog

-i think my "i" list is long

-i don't care

-i would stop reading this if it was someone else's maybe...

-i like being outside

-i think ally bender is an artist in more than one way

-i want to mix colors

-i need to finger paint

-i do not own a white shirt with out some kind of paint on it

-i need to get rid of those flowers

-i like classical music

-i am an insomniac

-i am done with this blogg.

I am listening to UP :)

this makes me happy

funny the way it is...

Lying in the park on a beautiful day
Sunshine in the grass, and the children play
Siren’s passing, fire engine red
Someone’s house is burning down on a day like this

The evening comes and we’re hanging out
On the front step and a car rolls by with the windows rolled down

And that war song is playing, “why can’t we be friends?”
Someone is screaming and crying in the apartment upstairs

Funny the way it is, if you think about it
Somebody’s going hungry and someone else is eating out
Funny the way it is, not right or wrong
Somebody’s heart is broken and it becomes your favorite song

The way your mouth feels in your lovers kiss
Like a pretty bird on a breeze or water to a fish
A bomb blast brings a building crashing to the floor
You hear the laughter while the children play war

Funny the way it is, if you think about it
One kid walks 10 miles to school, another’s dropping out
Funny the way it is, not right or wrong
On a soldier’s last breath his baby’s being born

Standing on a bridge, watch the water passing under me
It must’ve been much harder when there was no bridge just water
Now the world is small, remember how it used to be
With mountains and oceans and winters and rivers and stars

Watch the sky, the jet planes, so far out of my reach
Is there someone up there looking down on me?
Boy chase a bird, so close but every time
He’ll never catch her, but he can’t stop trying

Funny the way it is, if you think about it
One kid walks 10 miles to school, another’s dropping out
Funny the way it is, not right or wrong
On a soldier’s last breath his baby’s being born
Funny the way it is, not right or wrong
Somebody’s broken heart becomes your favorite song
Funny the way it is, if you think about it
A kid walks 10 miles to school, another’s dropping out

Standing on a bridge, watch the water passing under me

It must’ve been much harder when there was no bridge just water
Now the world is small, remember how it used to be
With mountains and oceans and winters and rivers and stars

-Dave Matthews Band

-This song triggers several memories... especially with one special person, but i learned to hold onto the true meaning of it. The irony of life. Kinda makes me giggle and cry in the same second, funny the way it is, when you hear something that can bring back 100 memories its like i opened my portable drive with pictures and videos on it in my head and clicked the play back button. This is a new thing for me. new beginning. new chance. new ability i have recognized to change. Its a good one.

i like it.

"We must be the change we want to see"

-Gandhi

Photo Credit- Brittany Steiger

love this...

i hope this gets stuck in your head...and you think about the message not just hum it like you would any other beatles song.

is a failure really just that??... Curious George doesn't think so.

Failure is simply the opportunity to begin again, this time more intelligently.
Henry Ford

Alright Mr. Henry Ford, i get it. I know but i think i can be a little upset that i failed. So what? ok i can do this, but after not having sweets for like 2 months i cracked. yep, i threw the towel in because honestly, who cares? who cares if i have my licsense today? or tomorrow? or in 2 years?

honestly....

i'd rather ride a bike.

YEP, then maybe society wouldn't be so lazy and sit on their butts and watch LOST all day. Which by the way, i do not understand that show anyways. I'd rather watch my puppy run around in circles. ha. Well, im thinking i have tons of studying to do and the number of borderline grades to match, but you know what kind of revelution i had last week?

GOD DOESNT CARE if i fail here.

He doesnt.

He cares about eternal things not A+'s in theology or my attendence at church or if i got my lisense at all!

I want to make a difference, and no im not going to go all "rachel's challenge" on you, but i want to make an eternal difference.

India 2011 will help me make that difference...in a big way.

I am thinking today would be a good day to hop on a boat to Catalina...things are simple there and i get to smell fresh waffle cones and salty sea breeze...but not a gross combination one that just makes me smile and think if only i could live here?

leaving for italy soon. Thank GOD.

did i mention i want to see the world?

all of it.

ps. Curious George makes me happy, not just the soundtrack, but just him, that cute little monkey that always messes up. Makes me think there is hope for me too.

am i allowed to blog twice a day?

simple things make me happy...like Disney.
puppies.
making a difference...(my lil nino from mexicali missions 10')
my best guy friend, tanner and i being well, us.
free jack johnson show...although i can not go to it, it makes me happy still to know hes humble enough to have a free show :) love him.

kelly green

Trouble travels fast
When you're specially designed for crash testing
Or wearing wool sunglasses in the afternoon
Come on and tell us what you're trying to prove...

I miss Ireland.
too much to do, not enough time...can we all just take a breath?

moments need to be treasured, not slapped across your face like a train moving 100 miles per hour.

Ps. i wanna meet him.

Blog world?

i secretly hope some one will read my blog...

First off, thanks Blaire for introducing me to the blog world.

Just a thought....

isn't it amazing how receiving a real letter, not a e-mail or facebook message but a legit piece of paper with your address on it can make your day?

Think about it...it made mine.

just saying, it is kind of an art.