i love this.

“Something dramatic would be a good next step. I’d love to do something that would shock people, something that’s against type. I feel like people don’t know yet what I can really do.”
-A.B.

spooky times.

I've always thought it was uber cool to find haunted houses (real ones), cemeteries, and stories. Luckily, my best friends and my boyfriend don't think I'm nuts and also like to accompany me on my journeys to visit these pronounced freaky places. There's something about there being more to life than what we see everyday. I know there are skeptics who say that there's "always a reasonable explanation for the window with a scary face in it" or that "that sound had to have come from something like the wind..." I chose to believe because it's fun and I truly do believe that paranormal things do happen.

Right now, as I eat my cherries and gingersnaps, I contemplate my next choice of creepy location. I'm thinking something local and easy to access because if it ends up being lame, it wasn't such a disappointment and hike to get there.

By the way, the list of people who want to come to these places with me is totally getting longer and it's super exciting. I should toatz be a tour guide.


(Abandoned house in Stephentown. Faces appear in both windows when zoomed in! I swear!)


(Witche's Grave in Berne)

oh - em- gee

I just yesterday registered for the first of three NYS teaching exams and I'm extremely anxious to get them all over with. Looking at the review book, I think I'll be fine but it's those pesky math problems that have once again come back to ruin my life. This of course has been happening since I could count (which took a while, folks...) I just hope the $88.00 plus the $30.00 late sign up fee ( :O ) is worth it in the results... And dude, shouldn't these tests be free, courtesy of the state?? They're the ones who need me in that classroom!!

I'll be hittin' the books 'til July 17th at 12:59pm, hoping I pass this darn thing. RIP Stephanie Marie.

<-- btw, I wouldn't be surprised if my answer looked like this...

"SOME GIRLS ARE JUST BORN WINNERS"
— J.COUTURE

summer means adventures, sunburn and aloe, getting lost on back roads and highways, being free, and catching fireflies

dark and stormy days, somewhere it's glowing
and even though I know I'm here, I know I'm going...
and all I have is all of me, and it's all that I can give ♥

Laugh as much as you breathe and love as long as you live.

I love spending mornings and afternoons with my boyfriend. I spend as much time with him as I can so when he goes to work, we both made each other feel happy and loved :)
I love being with someone who shares so much in common with me: being active, cooking together, and being sorta funny ;)


I'm still trying to find a job for the summer but no luck so far. I went on a Chuck E Cheese interview, they called me, I went in for orientation and I never went back after that. Believe me people, it wasn't a good thing... I'm trying to do a bunch of fun summery things now so that when I get a job I can say I did it all while I could =)

Speaking of which, the 4th is rapidly approaching and Jon and I are still trying to figure out where to go and what to do. If Nana comes up from the city, I definitely want to do something with her too. Anyone who wants plans can join in ours when we get some!!

Lately I've been focusing on being positive and trying to become a more meditative and calm person. By no means do I mean BORING but definitely lower strung and less stressed...

Here are some things that have made me happy these past few weeks:

1) Seeing my two best friends
2) Finding a cool lego piece at an abandoned, burned down country club (I hope some ghost followed me home- well, kinda...)
3) Visiting my family- Nana, Dad, and Kaylene in the Bronx
4) Swimming with fatty pants <3
5) Hiking and seeing beautiful places
6) Boston and the penguins
7) Massachusetts and thinking of my future of possibly living there
8) Thinking about student teaching in September!!

Only until this cigarette is ended,
A little moment at the end of all,
While on the floor the quiet ashes fall,
And in the firelight to a lance extended,
Bizarrely with the jazzing music blended,
The broken shadow dances on the wall,
I will permit my memory to recall
The vision of you, by all my dreams attended.
And then adieu,—farewell!—the dream is done.
Yours is a face of which I can forget
The color and the features, every one,
The words not ever, and the smiles not yet;
But in your day this moment is the sun
Upon a hill, after the sun has set.