Time for a change?

"What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet" -Romeo and Juliet

Indeed, what is in a name?

I feel as though when I created this blog months ago, I wasn't really sure about what direction it would take. In that moment of spontaneity I named it "My Underdog Story", but now I feel that a different name would better do my silly little blog justice. I still believe that my story is an underdog story of sorts, things are not handed to me now, nor will they ever be, but I am certain another title would be better suited for this string of posts that keeps me sane. Maybe "This is the life I live and love"?

What do you think?

Should I keep the name the same? Change it to the one I mentioned? Or something else entirely?

Any comments would be greatly appreciated to say the least.

Thanks,

L.A.




ps: this is my 45th post.
45 also happens to be the number of my high school basketball jersey.
oh, nostalgia.

One of those days

I'm having one of those days. I was yesterday as well. Yesterday I let that want, that need for laziness win, but today I'm not. Not entirely at least. Today I find myself in the library attempting to study. That's progress, right?

Always,

L.A.

At North Farm

taken from "At North Farm"

by John Ashbery

Somewhere someone is traveling furiously toward you,

At incredible speed, traveling day and night,

Through blizzards and desert heat, across torrents,

through narrow passes.

But he will know where to find you,

Recognize you when he sees you

Okay. I'll wait, no matter how hard this waiting business may be. I'll keep waiting for you my someday-husband. Because even now, when I'm up at this ridiculously late (or I guess you could say early?) hour because I've somehow managed to get my days and nights mixed up, avoiding studying for the wretchedness that is finals, I love you.

Always yours,

me






p.s. I found this lovely poem at a blog that has truly inspired me in more ways than one. Even if you never read this, I just want to say thank you, Meg. To the rest of the blogging world, I hope you take the time to read her here at her blog the wild and wily ways of a brunette bombshell.

If I'm not where I want to be, living a blissfully happy life in five years,

this is exactly what I'm going to do.

If you could buy a ticket to anywhere in the world,

where would it be?

Personally, I think New York sounds rather lovely.

Always,

L.A.

These are my people

I'm having one of those rare days where I just want to sit in my room, be a hermit, and enjoy some time alone. Or at least I was until my best friends at school dragged me out for a girls night in.

I tried my best to resist. I'm not wearing any make-up, I'm wearing yesterdays hair up in a pony tail, and I'm in sweats. On a typical day, I refuse to do anything more than leave my room to go to the bathroom looking like this, but they asked for it, so they're gonna have to love me just the way I am.

That has got to be one of the best parts about best friends. Don't you think?

They love you even when you feel like you look like complete and absolute shit.

Always,

L.A.

How John Hughes movies make me feel

"Whatever happened to chivalry? Does it only exist in 80's movies? I want John Cusack holding a boombox outside my window. I wanna ride off on a lawnmower with Patrick Dempsey. I want Jake from Sixteen Candles waiting outside the church for me. I want Judd Nelson thrusting his fist into the air because he knows he got me. Just once I want my life to be like an 80's movie, preferably one with a really awesome musical number for no apparent reason. But no, no, John Hughes did not direct my life." -Easy A


I hear you, Emma Stone. I hear you loud and clear.


Always,
L.A.

An update

Today my mom's friend Amanda was supposed to have her first day of treatment for cancer. Instead, she's back in the hospital with fluid on her lungs and pancreas. I'm trying to remain optimistic, but the odds just keep stacking up against her. Please, please continue to pray for her. She needs a miracle.

Always,
L.A.