30.11.12

Not the Typical Blogger

Photo Credit: Allison Magee

I've never considered myself typical. I never hope I do.

I do things that I don't fit the mold of. Like blogging.

Blogging seems to be the thing of young, Mormon moms, or 20-something year-olds that own their own small business. Maybe they're fashion bloggers, or they share recipes.

Well.... I'm not a mom, nor am I Mormon. I'm still a teenager (much to the surprise of some people). Up until about a year and a half ago, I had no fashion sense, and I sure as hell don't cook.

I started out as a book blogger, but now, I sadly don't read enough to write any book reviews, and I hate writing them even when I do read.

Am I photography blogger? Sure... But I'm an author blogger too.

I'm not a typical blogger.

I may not know what kind of blogger I am, but I'm lucky to be blessed to blog anyways.

26.11.12

Thanksgiving Break: According to My iPhone


 Clockwise from top-left:
1.My sister, Amy, and I at the SHSU vs. A&M game on my birthday!
2. We decorated my grandpa's apartment Saturday and went a little crazy taping stuff together!
3. The leaves back home looked amazing. The best part of fall!
4. Tuesday when I got home, the only thing on my bed was a book. Perfection
5. Riding the elevator in the dorm so I can go home!
6. Got my birthday present - a Canon Rebel t3i!
7. My cousins from Houston came over Friday afternoon and there was some intense air hockey!
8. My best friend, Allie, and I on Wednesday.
9. Finally put the bumper sticker on my dad's car. He's officially a bearkat dad!
10. All my camera goodies in my new camera bag!

How was your Thanksgiving Break?

22.11.12

the leaves are always so pretty












Happy Thanksgiving, y'all!

19.11.12

football days

If you actually read my blog on the very few occasions that I blog lately, you know that Saturday was my nineteenth birthday. The day started off when I was still awake at midnight watching Castle and talking with my friend on facebook.

It took her an hour to write the sweetest birthday post on facebook and I finally went to bed.

Flash forward eight hours later, and my friend, Andrew, and I drove the hour west to Texas A&M because our football team was going to play them.

I don't know about y'all, but I watched Texas A&M beat the living daylights out of Alabama last week. It seems hard to think a year ago, everyone was teasing A&M about joining the SEC, right?

Anyways, after their win against Alabama last week, I pretty much knew that we were pretty much destined to lose.

And needless to say, I was right. Final score was 47-28, and we scored all three of our touchdowns against their third string....


Andrew and I were in the second row, literally, that's how close we were to the field. There were several times when we couldn't see the play because of the flags and signs.

Here's Amy and I before the game. The bearkat and the Aggie. Love her so much.

After the game we went to dinner with my family (who drove the four hours just to come visit on my birthday) and my aunt. Overall, it was a pretty great day.

Now I'm back in Huntsville until tomorrow. All of my classes got cancelled for today and I'm literally waiting around just for one class tomorrow at 9:30 before my aunt comes to pick me up and we go back home!

17.11.12

19

So, guess what guys....


I'm nineteen today.


13.11.12

Going Bold: The Anatomy of a Year of Hair

Every year around my birthday (this Saturday if any of you cared), I get this strange need to do something drastic to my hair. Last year, I went from this:


To this:

Yes, that's about half the length it was before I cut it. I don't know what I was thinking. I cut it above my shoulders. Me, the girl who loved ponytails, could no longer wear one. Maybe it was turning eighteen, maybe it was my grandmother's death. Who knows what it was, but I felt the need to cut it all off.
In the past year, my hair has seen a nice amount of growth, but we're still not as close as I'd like it to be. So, here's to you, hair, for putting up with my crazy hair decisions the past year. 

December and January, my hair really grew in the first month after I chopped it off:
At the end of February, Allie and I started our crazy tradition (that we still do to this day) of photoshoots. At this point, my bangs were almost to the point where I could tuck them behind my ears. My hair got really dark this month too. I almost look brunette in the right picture.

March saw little hair growth, in fact, I'm thinking I must have gotten a trim at this point because it looks a little bit shorter than the pictures in February. 

April, my hair saw a big increase in length again, we've made it to past the shoulders for good this time! My hair was nice and fluffy and light at the time. Kind of miss it!


May saw enough growth that I was throwing it into little knots in the middle of my head, such a blessing to do that in Texas.


June, more of the same, saw some nice length again. Graduation! 

July was the first time I managed to get my hair into a braid. Granted, it took a lot of help from bobby pins, but for the month of July, I spent it with braided hair.



August: My hair survived the move to Huntsville, and was almost to my armpits. After a quick trim at the beginning of August, I lost the "braid-ready" status and it seems like I haven't reached that status yet. 




September: I lied. Looks like I could get the "braid-ready" status by doing two braids. But look how long my bangs are in these pictures. Almost to my chin. My bangs were as long as my whole head of hair was back December! 


October: Excuse the writing on the mirror, but at the beginning of October, I finally said enough to the long bangs. But, seeing as I wasn't going to come home until November, I was going to have to be my own stylist. Stupid decisions like this leave me with bangs that look like a boy's hair cut.


And finally, Sunday night, here in November. The side bangs were starting to get a little long again, and since I made a surprise trip home, I asked my mom if she would cut my bangs. Feeling like 19 will be the year I become bold (I hope), I went for the bold style.



So, here's to 19 and being bold. At least with my hair. 






5.11.12

A Stormy Afternoon

Saturday afternoon was filled with football and funnel clouds.


Saturday was the last home game for SHSU at good ole Bowers Stadium. When my roommate, Brooke, and I left to walk to the game, it was a little cloudy, but sunny.

The clouds began to look a little ominious and by the end of the second quarter, we had a funnel cloud our hands. Being a little photography nerd and weather geek, I had to snap pictures. 












Needless to say, it eventually rained and the game was delayed, but we ended up winning 70-0, but my friends and I had left along with just about everyone else. Sides, we'd spent too much time taking pictures of the clouds to enjoy the blow out game. 


2.11.12

Two Years Gone

I posted about this last year, but I honestly think it may become something I post about every year.

Everyone talks about that moment that changed their life: having a baby, getting married, a car accident, the death of someone, those moments that are so big, your life will never be the same.

But when I look back at my life thus far, and everything that it's thrown at me, inkpop was still one of those defining things that made me a part of what I am now.

Don't get me wrong. I don't go around bragging that my book was read by a publisher. I mean, it's something I'm proud of, but in the long run, besides my best friends, who cares? And honestly, I don't think my best friends really care anymore. Writing books is just what I do.

Writing has kind of become my safety net. And I'm not just talking about the physical act of writing the words out, but the writing world itself. Some of my greatest friends in the world are friends I met because of the words we write.

Looking back now, it's hard to imagine how I wrote without the support from people I have now. inkpop gave me that support I'd never had. Back when I got into the top five, becoming a top pick was still hard to do. That was a super vote of confidence that kept me going when I needed the most.

These past two years have changed me in ways I've never expected. Life threw curveballs and I had to swing and hope I hit. Sometimes I missed.

Sometimes I hit myself with the bat because I missed so badly.

Writing is the same way.

It's changed me into a better person. I look at the world a little differently and I wouldn't trade it for the world.

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