Rekindle the Spark

Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. 1. I don't really like chocolate. 2. I had the meanest jaw surgery ever, where I had to have my mouth wired shut for a week (losing 25 lbs. in a week is not healthy and doesn't feel good at all). 3. I've never been outside of the United States. 4. Hawaii is my dream vacation, and have never been there. 5. I'm more comfortable in my dance clothes and sweats, than wearing anything else. 6. I find joy in beautifying myself, and doing my make up and hair, it gives me a sense of peace. 7. I'm OCD about random things like labels facing outward, and keeping things on counters in some sort of geometrical organization. 8. I just rediscovered how much I love apple butter. 9. I always have crushes on guys who never want me. 10. My boyfriend now, is my first boyfriend ever. He's the first guy to ask me out on a second date, and he's the first g

Tearing muscle tissue in my leg, was by far the most frustrating ordeal to cope with, at a time when I felt so motivated to complete my university education. The shuttering thought of humiliation I went through in the hours and hours of endless therapy still haunts me. Day after day for 3 months straight, just learning to walk, run, and jump again, are the memories that still scar my mind. I dread of the nightmare I'd be in if I were to ever find myself back in that crummy situation. If you had asked any of my schoolmates back in high school where I would be in 7 years, they all would have definitely said graduated from the university. Now that I was determined to come back after working a long hard summer for school payments, I find myself still short of money. A girl with no money can't go to school. Barely making ends meet with bills, is no way to live. Be prepared for the rainy day, because you never know when in the blink of an eye your course is to change completely

So 4 weeks ago my bestest friend Yoko, told me about how great of a time she had at this cafe for a poetry night. I wanted to attend really badly, but my mother was in town and I was just moving back into my Provo apartment from the east coast. 2 weeks later, it was poetry night again at the cafe. I was determined not to miss it this time, however, it was the first night that my boyfriend Justin was in town. I had no other choice than to drag him, I mean, invite him to the poetry party (He was such a good sport). I had a blast listening to all the inspired works of poetry and realized, "Man, I miss writing poetry." I don't think I've written much poetry since...high school? So I was motivated to let the creative juices start flow once again. As I was leaving poetry night I thought to myself, "The next time I come back, I'm coming back with a personal written poem in my hand to recite." Before leaving I was already thinking about what to write about