He knows my name

it's nice to be called your name.
it's nice when people know your name.

funny story-- yesterday one of my professors mentioned that scientists have found that humans' favorite word is their own name.

i believe it. across a crowded room, you can hear it, or being whispered about next room over by a roomate, your ears naturally perk up.

earlier today on campus, i was talking on the phone and pacing back and forth the sidewalk. two cute guys walked by me, up the sidewalk. then out of no where, i hear my name said. i turn around, way up the side walk the guys have stopped and are looking back. it's very strange. they said my name? i don't know them, do they know me through someone i know? then the guy walks down and pulls out my uid card. ohhhh! i dropped it!!

haha though it was totally unintentional, best pick up line evAR! lol all's left is for shining knight to write me on craigslist, and then we're set! hahahaha

anyways, back on topic, i guess it's nice when people know your name, because you're important. you matter to them. the thrill you feel hearing that the people you interviewed remembered you, or your internship supervisor gave you a good reivew, a wow moment of "huh! they actually knew my name!"

even greater to be known to God. God of the universe.

He knows my name. 

seriously.
knows everything about me. i like hearing that.

want!

--a real photography camera... smallest nikon that still has that huge lens deal on the front
--adobe photoshop and illustrator
--sephora or mac makeup collection/consultation
--gps
--designer bag/clutch
--toms shoes
--fossil watch
--other things i can't remember

:)thee list is short but sooo expensive!

heaven

in 10yrs they'll quote me on:

"never let anyone tell you can't be anything you want to be, look at young george clooney. the universe still offers hope that you can be a pompous hollywood actor even if you have ugly beginnings. there is no end to possibility. destiny smiles on nerds and bros alike." ©mvm2012

the only

designer bags i have.. 

are under each eye. :/


zoink.
::
goodnight!

i love her hair.

alison sudol from "a fine frenzy". 

lazy morning ritual

the warm computer buzz of a laptop. streaks of morning light from a window. tangled white sheets and mounds of over-fluffy pillows. words to no one in particular. long stretch. turn and dream again.

candy cantaloupe

"candy cantaloupe!" her withered hand reaches toward me, shaking a little plastic cup. i can't see what is in it, so i step closer. "try to-day, so good. you like." black-haired man steps in line in front of me, obscuring my view. finally, he moves. "here! you. have one!" i can see the cup's contents fully this time. orange, over-ripe plain cantaloupe sitting in a fourth an inch of murky water. my nose involuntary scrunches up. oh, that was all it was. i shuffle a few steps back and then right, murmuring an "oh no thanks". it is lost in the noise of screaming child, "mom! mom! i said i want some! mooom! are you listening!" "candy cantaloupe!"the old woman calls again with that lilt to her voice. i walk down the tomato aisle of the produce section. ew. ew. ew. why did i even get in line for that? i wasn't the poor old woman's fault. fact of the matter is, i just hate cantaloupe.