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Promised Land//Matt Damon, John Krasinski drama. january 4th. 2013 synopsis:  A salesman for a natural gas company experiences life-changing events after arriving in a small town, where his corporation wants to tap into the available resources. first. i can't say enough about how much i love the roles matt damon plays in second. i am all too glad that krasinski is becoming a great on-screen actor third. flippin' hal holbrook! i don't consider myself an environmentalist, but i do try to take pride in the land that we do have. i don't like hearing stories about farming towns, or sea towns, or industrial towns getting wiped out by massive corporations over sheer greed. i don't like that as Americans we struggle with over consumption, and yet we have many natural resources in our backyards that we don't use because we'd rather outsource to other countries for those "goods" anyhow, my rant is officially over. i have to keep

\Conscious Rap/ If you've heard of this term, then no need to read it. If you haven't, it is basically rap that talks about substantial topics. Mixed with a few pop culture references, but mainly a political genre of rap/hip hop. Mos Def (also a fantastic actor)   Common (actor and writer) Pharrell (literally does everything) Talib Kweli (pioneers of conscious rap/hip hop) Ben Haggerty aka Macklemore Lupe Fiasco (has spoken/taught a class at colleges) Tupac (had a lot to say, and died too soon) --to name a few, are considered conscious rappers. While I don't agree with everything they rap about, and some of their more selective language, people are finding themselves drawn to this style of rap. They see it more as poetry of rap and not violence of rap. To be honest, I'm not much of a rap fan. I think I can stand a good beat, and a great rhyme, but to listen to it constantly... it's not really my

First things first: You know those commercials that pop up on your Youtbe that you are ready skip over? Saw one that I didn't want to skip. Lacoste has a new marketing commercial to create a more modified tennis shirt made for the people, by the people. The actual commercial is under Lacoste's website listed as "Polo of the Future." One. It's brilliant advertisement in my opinion. Two. Sold on the music alone! Three. Just gotta love how classic Lacoste has always been. Here below is a video that a fan made, with a compilation of old films and tied it in with the band that was singing in the actual Lacoste commercial. The band is called The Bumblebeez and the song is called Next To You. Trust me, if you try looking this same name up on Spotify, you're probably gonna get some weird tuneage. So, I will say that this song just fits the videos. ENJOY!

I was asked by a friend the other day what my plans were during this two month wait period before I leave for Italy, and the funny thing is, I was thinking about that a lot. What am I doing to prepare myself besides raising money? I have found myself in situations of talking about this trip with a boldness. Any fear I may have had about talking to people about my mission trip has been cleared away in order for me to express the meaning of this trip through any preconceived ideas. I have been wanting to distance myself from a lot of little outlets that I have found myself consumed with through the days and I am inching closer to being more proactive. What this means is that in the next 2 months, I have really got to take into consideration that my life is about to drastically change. My life hasn't gone through too many major changes since moving to Orlando for school. Now all it take is 3 months in another country to completely alter my entire life as an

{pep.on.i} \pe-po-ne\ n. 1. a Swahili word meaning Paradise 2. an African spin on Coldplay's Paradise 3. ENJOY even if this isn't your thing, branch out with your music tastes. sometimes, you never know how much you like something until you give it a go. take that with a grain of salt since i am not referring you going out  and doing drugs because you have never experienced what it's like. let's just keep this thing pg rated. :)

I was watching a clip from Barbara Walter's 'Most Influential People of 2012' segment and  I saw Ben Affleck is one of those people. I have a great deal of respect for him, despite his weird and unbecoming stint of  being J-Lo's arms candy. I think that was about the time she was no longer "Jenny from the Block," but J-Lo. Unfortunately for celebrities and their personal life things are documented like crazy. And it didn't help that they did a music video together and a movie. We'll leave that bad boy to rest. Anyways, I will tell you why I picked Mr. Affleck and why I think he's an inspirational guy. At 26, he and his best friend, Matt Damon wrote a screenplay by the name of Good Will Hunting. And he won an Oscar. At 26, I was working a job that wasn't really geared to my field of study & now only being in 5 months into my 27th year, I am making my way to understanding what it is that I am supposed to be doing and what I l

                          Flashes of Style I can tell you that a good website/blog of pictures and good facts will make anyone want to go out and do exactly what is being written about. Ie: picking apples and dressing cute looking like you're from your own dreams. I think I first came upon the blog through a random photographer that I liked, and then found her on Facebook and voila! Her categories range from Fashion, My Adventures, Beauty, My Style. So basically all the things that run through my mind on a regular basis. Blogs like this are good for ideas and inspirations. Creativity is a beautiful thing that fuels you in areas that you never knew existed until you try it out. So take a seat, make yourself a cuppa, and either blog away and read away.

I am truly a sucker for film photography and amazing cinematography. I like every little detail shot that is portrayed in this video. Kind of like getting a birdseye view of those moments in your life that blip so fast that all you can remember are some of the smallest details that most people would have looked past. Aside from the little girl opening her eye, and her eyeball having a delayed reaction being weird, everything else was good. :) Enjoy the trojans in your head...

My dream telling me to go, was as clear as day. And if you know me, which I'm assuming most of the people reading this do not, but soon will; I have a lot of dreams, and a lot of them very definitive dreams. That is a communication with God that I will try to never take for granted and learn as much as possible to really see His heart with clarity, the way He see's us. So here I am, a month later from making the declaration of going on a mission trip to Italy. The scary thing I never thought to think about was the fact that people would question the validity of the trip. In my mind I did just the same. Which is why I tossed and turned about my passion for travel mixed with missions. God doesn't take the joy out of the things you love, He just happens to weave them into the things that need to get done for the kingdom. *Epiphany Moment!* I have already started on my support letters, sending them out via Facebook as that is sometimes the quickest means to people because i

I hadn't been completely disconnected from the world since leaving the craziness of it, but I randomly checked on Facebook here and there and up came a status that tweaked my interest. This is what I read from a friends wall: " God must have something special planned for Spring 2013!! One of our ESL teachers just dropped out late in the process. We're of FAITH that there's another lady out there who wants to share an apt in Chiavari, Italy for 3 months starting the 2nd week of February, enjoying the opportunity to have lots of pizza and pasta and gelato so as to build relationships to reach Italians for Christ with the benefit of the Italian culture and traveling Europe!! Let us know!! "  Since I went on my first mission trip when I was 15, I had always had an interest of going on more short term mission trips. School and work never warranted for that type of accessibility and also, I think you know exactly when doors get closed. Maybe not in those moments, bu

I hit that road and didn't look back. I told friends that I just needed prayer. I didn't need them checking up on me. I didn't want them asking how I was doing if I didn't even know how I was doing. I just needed the space. I was gone from the bustle of my own life from the end of September to the beginning of November, and really didn't know when I'd be back to Orlando and I was okay with that. One of my first or second weekends in town, I caught up with a friend of mine (that is essentially my little sister), and went to the beach. We drove down to a remote spot in our towns' infamous beach. Shorts on, sun hats, sun was out and warm but not overpowering, pulled out the music, and books and looked over the glassy flat ocean. I was looking in the face of rest, and it welcomed me. God's peaceful creation calming my very existence and telling me to rest. God has a way of speaking quietly and softly, and when it's quiet you never want to miss it

I submitted as well as I could and called my parents. I hadn't even talked to them in weeks because I didn't even know where to begin in how I felt in the first place. I was mentally exhausted and physically exhausted from the lack of sleep. My dad called and I talked up a mean game for as long as I could, and it didn't last long before I broke down in tears sobbing about how exhausted I was. I seriously didn't know how good it felt to just cry. I got the other side of the phone asking me to come home and take a break. I had wound up years of frustration and exhaustion and keeping it together, and trying not to let anyone down, build up to the high heavens that I stopped taking care of me. Really and truly taking care of me. It was hard to recognize that. Much like liking a guy who is NO good for you and staying with him despite what everyone else around you notices of the guy that you still do not. Except my disregard of saying no, had finally caught up with me, and

This is the second installment of where I've been in my life in the last 4 months. Agonizing, sleepless months. If you are not filled in on the disclaimers, they are a one time deal. You can use your own discernment for future reads by moi! I said that in my head like Miss Piggy. I didn't care for her much despite the reference. I just happened to like the confidence she had in her rotund little face. It's relatable. Back to the ground work. After putting in a years worth of working on projects with people so closely and making some good friends, I considered SSW one of the favorite places I've worked. Second in my job at Apple Market when I was 18-20. I had no send off. No acknowledgment from Oz that I had really put in the work to make his life a little easier. ****Disclaimer. *Spoiler. *Side note. I absolutely hate the lyrics of "Here Comes Santa Clause", because 'he don't care if you're rich or poor, because we're all God's chil

I am not sure if I've had the time to talk about the places I have had to deal with and go to in the last few months. This will HAVE to be in parts! I can't bare to give you my whole life of the last 4 months in great detail. That is just forcing you to become to adhered to my brain, and that I just can not do. *Disclaimer for the reader: If you should feel this becomes too emotional, you can turn back right now! DOn't you dare look at another word I type. DOn't do it! Seriously, what are you still doing here? Turn around right now. :)* *Disclaimer for the skim reader: If you don't like reading, go to the magazine portion of this article for a good read. (Hand to mouth whisper- there isn't really a magazine portion.)* Lonely months. Months of tears, lack of sleeping, frustration, and down right arguments with God. Yea , those happen outside of the Old and New Testament still. 'cept He hasn't asked me to sacrifice the tangible child I've been pra

It's good to be back. After almost a full month of not giving you any thoughts inside my head, I have finally established a normal sleeping regimin... Who am I kidding?! I went to bed like all night owls do, but left the field mice for the real night owls. I have got to get a better sleeping habit on the roll. Butter it up, and eat while warm. It's a necessity that my life depends on. As I type everything I write, I'm constantly thinking of editor friends that may stumble across this and redline everything in their head. And as I type this, I am literally giving you my minds thoughts verbatim. I don't think it appreciates it. Brains aren't gender specific unless you're on Ninja Turtles I'm assuming... Trailing rabbit... Anywho, this morning I was supposed to have gone to a fitness class that I had been wanting to go to, but of course I woke up late. I'd like to say I woke up late because I didn't hear my alarm, or because I was feeling sick.