As of Late–and Oh By the Way, I’m a Gypsy. All I Need Now Is a Caravan. And Yes, I Like Daigs.
18 Jan 2012 4 Comments
in Football, Friends, Oklahoma Memories, San Francisco Tags: catching up, gypsy, moving, Oklahoma, Oregon, san francisco, Sooners, travel
Hey! I still have a blog, well I still pay for the domain name, sooo … you know, who’s judging? And if you are, stop, it’s not cool. BUT I figured that I would bring everyone up to speed on my life and what I’ve been up to and such so that I can then tell you about what I am going to be doing, and hopefully post more often with really interesting stuff that everyone wants to read … everyone, or just whoever ends up here and wants to read about me … not too picky!
I used to be (still am at heart, and hope to be one again soon) a San Francisco Sooner, but as of late I have been more like a gypsy. So, in a nutshell, here are the last … meh … 6-8 months of my life.
In early 2011, I decided that I was going to take the LSAT in June and go to law school starting in the fall of 2012. So I studied my little ass off, took the LSAT, and semi-recently submitted all my applications to several schools—now I’m just waiting to hear back and decide where I will be attending school this fall! Simultaneously, I moved from San Francisco on June 27th, and since then have been pretty much everywhere in the western half of the United States. I went frommmm …
SF to Oklahoma

- 4th of July with BFF Sarah at Grand Lake
Oklahoma to Denver

- Visiting Grandma in the hospital with my nephew Trayson.
Denver to North Dakota

- Driving from Colorado to North Dakota …

- Somewhere in Wyoming on my way to ND
North Dakota to Colorado and back to North Dakota

- Dad, Brother, Brother … Supposed to be helping me drive …
North Dakota to Chicago and back to North Dakota

- Chicago with BFF Sarah and Ashley!

- Wrigley Field!

- Annnddd back to ND!
North Dakota to Oklahoma

- Me and the Betch twins at good ole Scooters!
Oklahoma to Houston

- Houston for my cousin Natalie’s wedding!!
Houston to San Francisco

- Outside Lands 2011 in SF!

- OSL 2011!
San Francisco to North Dakota

- Gorgeous sunsets in ND!
North Dakota to San Francisco

- Breathtaking SF sunrise!

- So incredible!
San Francisco to Corvallis

- Workin!
Corvallis to Dallas

- OU/tx!

- The game with Matt & Tay!
Dallas to San Francisco

- Chillin’ with my loves at the beach!
San Francisco to Corvallis

- The Oregon Coast
Corvallis to San Francisco

- Hangin’ out in my old ‘hood!
San Francisco to Eugene

- More work!
Eugene to San Francisco

- Halloween with Kels!
San Francisco to Oklahoma

- Good to be home! OU/a&m game!

- OU/a&m with Sar, Taylor, Cassey, and Kristen!

- OU/osu in Stillwater

- Suffering through the cold & losing with Taylor!
Oklahoma to San Francisco

- Love this city!
San Francisco to Oklahoma

- Tacky Christmas Party with BFF Sarah!

- We’re not always hideous!

- A merry Christmas with my family!
Oklahoma to Dallas

- NYE in Dallas with my loves!

- Roommate Reunion! Love Meechelleee!
Dallas to Oklahoma
Oklahoma to San Francisco

- Hanging out with Jeremiah & Co. at the beach!

- Beautiful SF sunset!
San Francisco to Oklahoma

- There are some beautiful sunsets here too!
And now that we are up to speed … I’d like to inform you that the current theme of gypsy life will be continuing into the near and foreseeable future. Why, you ask? Well because I purchased this sweet backpack:

and a one-way ticket to Auckland, New Zealand to kick off my Round-the-World trip!
I’m gonna let all of that info sink in and fill you in on my trip planning and details shortly! And you are welcome for that sweet finger exercise you got from all that scrolling! Boom!
TTFNSF, Ta Ta For Now, San Fran!
27 Jun 2011 1 Comment
in Friends, New Adventures, San Francisco Tags: Friends, going home, life experiences, moving, new adventures, Oklahoma, san francisco
San Francisco, it’s been real. As I sit here on my flight from SFO to OKC, With my 6 50-pound bags checked below, and my 3-pound dog in her carrier at my feet, I cant help but feel a little apprehensive. I am leaving an amazing city behind, where I have made amazing friends who helped me forge some amazing memories. But I sigh in relief knowing that all I’m really leaving is the city, because my friends are very much a part of me, and the memories engrained in my soul–and I know the city will always be there, ready to welcome me back with its weird, accepting arms the second I decide I’ve been away too long. I smile at the thought of being able to spend quality time with my family and friends that I left behind in Oklahoma, I feel my stomach knot with anticipations about what the future holds, I squirm with excitement knowing that whatever it is, it will be an adventure.
One of my newest friends, Jeremiah, and I were having a conversation a few days ago about our favorite books, and books that change your perspective, books that give your life new meaning, but mostly books that I should read. He suggested that I read The Prophet, and so I did. In one day (not due to my superb reading skills, which are superb—it’s just pretty short). I started it and couldn’t put it down. Right from the beginning it spoke to me:
How shall I go in peace and without sorrow? Nay, not without a wound in the spirit shall I leave this city.
Long were the days of pain I have spent within its walls, and long were the nights of aloneness; and who can depart from his pain and his aloneness without regret?
Too many fragments of the spirit have I scattered in these streets, and too many are the children of my longing that walk naked among these hills, and I cannot withdraw from them without a burden and an ache.
It is not a garment I cast off this day, but a skin that I tear with my own hands.
Nor is it a thought I leave behind me, but a heart made sweet with hunger and with thirst.
Yet I cannot tarry longer.
The sea that calls all things unto her calls me, and I must embark.
For to stay, though the hours burn in the night, is to freeze and crystallize and be bound in a mould.
Fain would I take with me all that is here. But how shall I?
A voice cannot carry the tongue and the lips that give it wings. Alone must it seek the ether.
And alone and without his nest shall the eagle fly across the sun.
As I fly toward my future, I am making plans for world travels, for law school, and for new adventures. But I fly with a renewed awareness that every day needs to be relished in its beauty, every moment needs to be seized, and memories need to be made; appreciate the time you have, the time you’re in, and the people you’re in the now with, for tomorrow it will be a new day, and today gone forever.
Hope You Brought Some Dawn, Cuz Shit’s About to Get Sappy! … You Know, Cuz Sap Is Sticky … And Soap … Nevermind …
25 May 2011 Leave a Comment
in Friends, Love This!, Random, San Francisco Tags: best friends, Challenges, family, Friends, life lessons, things that matter
Holy sheesh it’s been a long time since I last posted anything. I felt like, if I was going to break the silence, I would have to write something really, really good. But … then I got over that, and here we are …
Well, it’s been an interesting time indeed. A year and a half has passed since I graduated college and left everything I have ever known behind. There are days where I feel like the me today and the me I had been for 21 years have nothing left in common other than a name, and then there are times when I feel like I am more “me” than ever. In reality, I think that it is a mixture of both of those things. I have grown an incredible amount, learned valuable lessons, and have taken some huge steps down the path that, I think, will lead me to where I eventually wish to be.
The only constant my time spent in San Francisco has afforded me is change. I have lived in three different apartments in two different cities, lived with six different people, and had two different jobs. I learned the ins and outs of a public transportation system, and then got a Vespa. Then I learned that there are a lot of one-way streets in the city, and just when I was getting the hang of it, I got hit by a car. Every time I would get into a rhythm, life would throw a curve ball my way. I think I even got hit with a couple pitches. Life can be a real bitch like that sometimes. But all that has taught me to welcome challenges, embrace change, and loathe monotony.
Because if you don’t welcome challenges, they’re just gonna do a B&E (breaking and entering … duh!) on your ass, steal all your shit, and then make you file a police report and deal with insurance bullshit for 7 months … then you’ll be saying, “Why didn’t I just invite Challenges over for a fucking dinner party, we could have eaten lasagna and played charades … then none of this would be happening.” And if you don’t embrace change, it will just wrestle you into a sleeper hold until you pass out, but then when you come to, Change is still sitting on your chest, asking if you’re ready to hug it out or if you would like to have another encounter with unconsciousness … like an annoying little brother (note: I said an, not my, love you Tommy) who all the sudden realizes he is big enough to beat the crap out of you. Your brother isn’t going to get smaller and you’re going to end up embracing change one way or another, you can chose for it to be a loving embrace or a choke hold of doom …but it’s got to happen. And if you don’t loathe monotony, like, I mean, be a total raging bitch to it, it will move in without your permission, post up on your couch, never let you watch what you want to watch on TV, not pay its share of rent, take really long showers right before you until there is no hot water left, eat all your food, and wake you up 9 minutes before you were planning on getting up … EVERY morning. You have to be persistent in the pursuit of the not so mundane, or your life will be … mundane. Unless, obviously, those those things sound appealing to you, and if that is the case … then do the exact opposite of what I just said. To each their own.
While learning to handle new and exciting challenges is, well, new and exciting, it is also important to figure out what truly matters to you. What is the one aspect of your life that, if it were removed, would rock you to your core? What’s a great job if you have nobody to celebrate your achievements with, what are monumental life moments if no one is there to reflect upon them with you, what is success if experienced alone, what is anything worth anything if no one is there to laugh with you, to cry with you, to be angry with you, to be angry at you, to be happy for you, to be sad for you, to care for you, to love you?
To my family, and to my friends, you truly mean the world to me. To my parents, who have taught me to be compassionate, accepting, proud, and independent.

To my brothers, who have shown me that life is not fair, that things worth having don’t come easy, that losing isn’t fun, and that driving the speed limit is way boring.

To my best friend in the world, Sarah, for always, always being on my side, for teaching me to be able to laugh at myself, for encouraging me to always speak my mind, and for never saying “I told you so.”

To Michelle, who has bolstered my feistiness, introduced me to SDHs, and shown me how to dance like no one is watching, especially when you know people are watching.

To Taylor, for showing me how it is to be a completely open and warm person, and that there is always room for comic relief.

To Laura, for always listening, always knowing when to tell me what I need to hear, and liking Harry Potter as much as I do.

To Kenneth, who showed me that I’ll never be too mature to have a great time and that a lot can be said with few words (maybe I haven’t fully grasped that concept yet).

To Kathryn, who taught me to roll with the punches and always keep an eye out for adventure.

To Casi, who taught me that no matter how crappy things can be sometimes, its always better when you have friends.

To all my friends that I have met along the way, thank you for taking the time to make me a part of your life.
Thank you all for supporting me, for picking me up when I fall flat on my face, for not making me feel bad for falling on my face, for celebrating me, for cheering me on, for giving me pep talks when things get tough, for loving me, for all that you do, for making me who I am, but most of all, for being you.
A very wise, very best friend once said, “Sometimes, I wish I wasn’t me. So that I could be friends with me.” Well, in case you’re all wondering what it would be like to be friends with you, I wouldn’t trade it for the world.















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