I Have an Announcement....

Let it be know that I Samantha, have taken and PASSED the test to receive a New York State Lerner's Permit. I will receive said permit in about ten days.

thank you.

P.S. I was under the impression that the DMV would be hellacious. Not so. Thank you Bronx DMV for making this processes a snap.

In the Works

so there's been a lot going on...well not all that much. but, i have decided to start some new craft projects. a skirt fashioned from an old pair of jeans, chairs to be reappolstered, maybe a t-shirt or two, and a new blog http://thestoryofmymothers.blogspot.com/, all works in progress but i will have pictures soon.

happy trails.

Don't be Alarmed, I'm Alive

to quote an eighties song "i made it through the wilderness". i did really, or at least through what, through comparison is the wilderness. i survived with flying colors. i am proud of myself, granted, i've been through worse. sometimes i think life now, cannot compare to what it once was. it is really good now.
all i have to do now is "get job, shala la la shala la la la la". it's another song. don't know it? don't worry about it. it will be okay.
so i'm alive, kicking and apparently singing in my head. you should try it. it really is fun.

Point A to Point B

we finally moved. parental unit has been talking about moving for some time now. i'm not extremely happy but it is something that is right, for her, for me, and others involved. i'm excited for a new start. i haven't had one in the city for sometime.

we left the apartment that i grew up in. the one that i learned how to cook in. the one where i was during the first blackout in my life time. the one where we ran and played. the one where my brother threw my monopoly money out the window during one of the many games of cops and robbers. the one we had cheesy parties in.

but for as many funny and fun memories there are, the difficult ones did not make the stay worth it. it is time to let go. to fully let go of that home, because that, that wasn't the place that i remember from my childhood anymore. it was changed.

the walls were all different colors. they all had stains and markings, i couldn't recognize them anymore. there were different cabinets, different tiles. it didn't feel the same. it was older now, older than what i ever thought it could be. we all saw difficult times.we grew up, though in different ways.

it's still a little sad for me, the way that things turned out. i know this is how they had to be, but it doesn't make it a whole lot easier.

i like the new place. it's all white. i'm dying to paint it all different colors. i don't think parental will like it if i do. it's time for a new life, i suppose i should start right?

Things that aren't my Science Paper...

i saw this blog the other day (too lazy to find it again) but it was called something like "things that aren't my thesis statement", so this is my version of that.

1. polynesian cultural association performances (2)
2. my computer information technology homework, while also very important and pressing, not the said science paper
3. blogging
4. blog stalking
5. taking a very nice, though brief, walk
6. thinking about things that have nothing to do with the actual paper; like why waste time and energy writing a decent paper that no one will ever read. and the people that i want to have the courage to talk to. don't ask. won't tell you. seriously. not even interesting.

the point, my science class is lame. "boo, get off the stage" lame. i question my teacher's ability to actually teach rather than talk for a good half hour. i also wonder if he is ever really parched after class. i'm loosing momentum. i've got a paper to write.

"Hugs from Home"

last year a good friend (pictured), and author of http://thelittlecollection.blogspot.com/, made me a quilt. a quilt i tell you! i can barely sum up the energy to write someone a letter on most days, and she made me a quilt.

i loved it because she made it, because she passed out the squares to those i know and love, because she asked them to write something for me, because she stitched it for me, and because it looked like me.

i read the squares with care. it felt like i could hear the voices of my friends and almost family. caressed the fabric for days and bragged to those who would listen. no one has a quilt that looks like mine.

my quilt hadn't been on my bed for a while. i saw it everyday so it didn't seem like i missed it, but last night i pulled it from the top shelf of my closest. i needed it.
as i opened it, it felt familiar. the type of warmth i knew, the type of warmth that you can only get from those who send their love.

i'm grateful for those who the Lord has put in my path. for those who have taught me since primary, who have taken the lessons they have learned and shared them with me.

my heart was softened when i got it the first time and it was full when i opened it last night. i love my quilt still. i love it because it gives me just the strength and courage i need, it reminds me of where i have come from, it reminds me of why i am where i am, and because it still looks like me.

( A, thank you, more than i can ever express)

A Guilt Trip to a Non-reader

dear mom,

this week was mother's weekend. you didn't come. i knew you wouldn't. it's idaho, who would.
i'm jealous that other moms came and their kids weren't even in the luau. their kids didn't even give a talk in church. i know you have to work. you always work really hard and though i love that about you it does make me sad. i think you work too hard.
you should have see me at the luau, it was so much fun. you missed out big time.

i gave a talk today, i chose the topic, it was hope. i don't think it was very good, i'm not fishing for a compliment but i didn't really enjoy it. i hope (get it hope?) someone got something out of it. i learned a lot preparing for it.

anyways, you should have been here 'cause i miss you a lot.

love you lady,
your favorite offspring.