Se nota...

Highlights of this weekend:

• Watching The Caddy with my one and only. 
• Having my best friend visit!
• Buying a ukulele.
• Playing the ukulele.
• Setting off the fire alarm.
• Food.

A few friends, Kurt, and I found out the hard way that cooking chicken is not such a good idea in an on-campus apartment.

Our plan was to cook some amazing jerk chicken for dinner. It was going to be soaked in delicious pineapple salsa and a sauce. Mmm mm mm.


Well before it was even close to being finished, the chicken started to smoke a little bit.  It was fine for a while, but before we knew it the whole thing had gotten out of hand.  The smoke kept piling up on the ceiling and, despite my feeble attempts to get it flowing out of the windows, the fire alarm went off.
Now at home this would not have been a big deal, since you can probably turn the fire alarm off, but on campus it means that the police and the firetrucks are required to come

Blah.

I don't really work well under pressure, such as an unnecessarily loud fire alarm, so I could not find my student ID. I gave up and grabbed a jacket and my shoes and ran out the door.  Once we were all outside, we realized that none of us could get back in because I didn't have my ID.
The police were inside and we were outside unable to explain ourselves!

The firemen came all suited up to fight the oh so nasty non-existent fire, if only we could have served them a delicious chicken dinner instead :(

We have decided to only bake stuff from now on.
And my ears are still recovering from the terribly loud alarm.

Airlie Love

For my birthday Kurt and I explored the Airlie Gardens.

If I owned a house, I would want it to look just like this:

View from our front door

It's a little piece of my childhood!

In a constant state of smiling

In a glass bottle

Oh come on I didn't think I was THAT scary...

A happy ending :)

A New Meaning to a Rainy Day

Not my photo, found on google images.

      I woke up to the crash of thunder and the sound of pouring rain... this must be what a hurricane would sound like. It was only 6:45 in the morning so I rolled over and fell back asleep, but not before sending out a drowsy wish for classes to be canceled. It was not a hurricane, mind you, merely a rainy day in Wilmington. The rainy days in Wilmington are unlike any that I have experienced anywhere else.
      I put on my boots and suited up with a raincoat and my umbrella. You would think that I was prepared for the rain, and I thought so too. I met my boyfriend outside to walk to class together like the cute couple we are. It was not raining at this point, just a slight drizzle. Nonetheless I open my umbrella in an attempt to save my good hair-do (of course the only day that my hair looks good is on a rainy day, wonderful).

"Why are you using your umbrella now? It's not even raining!" exclaimed my friend.
"Well, I kind of want to keep my hair looking good," I replied knowing full well that it won't stay that way.

As soon as this exchange took place the clouds opened up and it began to pour down rain.
So you could say it was his fault for jinxing it. Or you could say it was mine for opening the umbrella.

Either way, we made it to Dunkin Donuts and by the time we left the streets were flooded.
Within about 2 minutes, we managed to have soaking socks.
Within about 2 hours the major intersections on campus were closed.
Within 4 hours the pond was about to overflow and the amphitheater was shin deep.
Have on a raincoat? Well, it just became a joke.
At this point rain boots are useless, the water is so high it will just make them into a nice homemade aquarium.
I hope you didn't carry anything of importance with you, such as laptops, books, or folders... because they are now thoroughly soaked.
Freshmen don't stand a chance.
I don't even stand a chance.

The sad thing about all of this? Classes go on as scheduled. The funny thing, they get canceled for 3 flakes of snow or a hurricane possibility (where it didn't rain a drop, maybe there was a slight breeze). But when a storm that manages to flood the campus comes along, the show must go on!

But despite all of this, I love Wilmington. Rain and all.

In Favor of Rachel

One of my best friends is an amazing singer/songwriter.  We started playing guitar together back in middle school and blossomed into music at the same time.  Although I love music just as much as her, I tend to play for fun and for myself (and not usually for an audience).  She, on the other had, has recently taken her playing to the next level.  What happens when you mix a talented person with a guitar and a beautiful voice?  

Well... you get Rachel Hall.

Just go to the iTunes store and type in Rachel Hall. The song is Patience.

Patience by Rachel Hall

 I'm taking an arabic class this semester

  

 ضمير وجدان

Submissions for an Exhibit

Flightless

I sent in three of my favorite photos to be considered for an exhibit.  This is the first time that I've actually tried to publish any of my work and it's super exciting!  Even if none of them are chosen I'm still happy that I finally did something with them.

I just can't resist a good close-up

Macro photography is my favorite, so when the opportunity presents itself I tend to run with it.  Then I end up with a billion photos of the exact same thing (from different angles and stuff... you know).

 

I'm linking up to:

I'm listening to:

Que te vaya bien!

simply, wow

This post is about a band I found, but first I have to explain how I found it.

Last night I had a horrible dream about a kitten killing a kitten. One of my cats is pregnant, that's probably where the dream came from. It woke me up and I was so horrified by it that I still haven't gone back to sleep, and that was about four hours ago.

So I read the Bible, finished another book of mine (called The Book of Hours, I definitely recommend it if you're into life tragedy, love, mystery, and happy endings).  After that I got up to make sure my cats were ok (no kitten killing please), made some tea to sooth my poor throat, and settled down to skim a magazine.  In that magazine I read a small excerpt about a band called Gungor.  It really got my attention so, with nothing better to do, I went to my computer and looked them up on youtube.

and wow. simply wow

This band is a mix of Sigur Ros, Sufjan Stevens, Muse, and God. What an amazing combo

Beautiful Things by Gungor

... very appropriate that I found this song after that horrid dream