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Rambling

I need to complete a photo dump, but my camera is out of battery. I need to recharge it. My niece and I have a playdate in a couple hours. Then I'm headed to Howl O Scream with my little crew ;) I'm very excited about it! I need to recharge my own batteries, and get a little more rest before my day officially begins. I think next month I'm going to finally invest in a bike. The weather in Florida is starting to get pretty amazing, with a nice wind chill in the air this time of year. I got my hair braided up last night, and I can't turn my head to the side. We bought synthetic hair, and I wish I would have soaked it in some apple cider vinegar to remove the alkaline base (I think). I can't really remember the details, so I will just plug the site I read it from, which the link can be found here. But I don't think I ever had a problem with synthetic hair before... I am going to spray my hair with a cooled aloe vera juice and distilled water mix, read a couple pa…

Hair: Brazilian Keratin Treatment?

The Moptop Maven.com The Premier Source For All Things Creative, Fly & Fashionable: Reader Question: Is The Brazilian Keratin Treatmen...: "'Hey Moptop, my boyfriend is taking me for a night out on the town and offered to get my hair done for me because he knows I have been loo..."

*big sigh* After reading things like this, and seeing that my hair DOESNT like the products I just spent $20 on, even though I have been clamoring to get the products for MONTHS now, I just need to invest the $60 and go completely Ayurvedic. Uggh.

Wordlust: The Creeping

The Creeping 10/19/2010 You make me sick Vile, putrid Makes me feel like something is amiss Failing, screaming The sight of you creates the spiders The creeping hate inside me Avoid you, see you Wish I could gauge out my eyes The sight of you creates the snakes The creeping hate inside me Crawling, fading Deeper and deeper I fall Into the black abyss Hatred, undisguised Can't hide behind these eyes The sight of you creates the rats The creeping hate inside me Taunting, deafening I hear your screams Like a lullaby in my dreams Away, be gone I wish I could send you away I wish I could let go of your string You the balloon that flies high Up into the sky, the clouds you disappear Fire, burning The sun shall be your demise I hold your rubber remains in my palms The evilest smile, faintest laugh Oh how they escape my lips The sight of you creates the crawling flesh The creeping hate inside me

Photo Dump from September

Happy Friday ;)

I am a happy little bird! My replacement CD for Silverchair Diorama came in the mail. I am sure it has been there for days, but during the week, my life is quite hectic. Between school, working nights, and sleep, there isn't much time for anything else. Sorry for the lack of updates, but it was to be expected. One of these days I will devote the time and essence to this project, because I quite love it. I don't know if I am repating myself from my previous post, but I was this to be a collaboration of my innerself. My photos, poetry, even my natural hair stuff. I am thinking about taking some Graphic design courses next year, when I am done with my Bachelor's. I don't know, there is so much of the world I want to sample, and I must simply dip my feet into the vast pool!

A Moment in Time...

Circa Halloween, I can't remember the year.

Long Overdue ♥

I have been wanting to start this blog for a while now, since I have been wanting to challenge myself more on the creative side. I never realized how important a picture is, can be, and the impact it can have on one's life. I never realized how much love can go into a picture, how much emotion can be charged throughout me, all from looking at a picture. I never realized any of this until the subject I wanted to photograph couldn't be photographed anymore. November 2009, a day after Thanksgiving I lost my Grandmother. Thanksgiving Day, I did not get one single solitary photo of her. Which is so unlike me, because I'm usually snapping around like crazy. It's the biggest regret, the deepest sorrow, one that has plagued me for the better part of a year now. Thankfully, luckily, I have photos of her that I have snapped of her over the years. My family deemed me "The Keeper of Family Memories" sort to speak, since I always had a camera pointed in their faces. Thus …