May…

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{pictured above, lovers and their two-lips}

May has always been my favorite month. Of course May 27th is my favorite day of the year when I get gluten-free cookie cake and chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast, but all the days are really quite wonderful. School comes to end, the anticipation of true summer lingers. Smells of sunscreen and pool water taunt you as you wait for your first dip. Graduations and weddings {which we know the real fun is getting a new dress for the occasion} and temporary goodbyes for the three months of fun. Celebrating mom, catching up on long-lost sleep and relearning the remote to operate that thing they call TV.

May I tell you… I love it.

A year and 3 months later…

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{random picture of beans to entice you to read this post}

I wasn’t exactly sure how to start this back up… “Stuff that happened in 2014″ or “While I was out” seemed too… well I guess it indicates that someone was paying attention. And… I think it that knowing no one is caused me to always sway back and forth between the decision “to blog… or not to blog?” I realized over the last year (and 3 months) while my blog was down that, I really missed it! I’ve never been the upcoming blogger who shares my posts on Facebook trying to get my friends to read what college-smart opinion I have. I take the whole, “write like you speak” approach way too far. And I don’t have a system, blog schedule or specific topic or goal in mind.

I just like to blog.

And I decided that is enough reason to continue it. I need something I can do that is truly a hobby. When I sing, it’s not just for the enjoyment of singing… It’s all serious and it’s my school! And let’s be honest, cleaning is not a hobby no matter how much I enjoy it. I’m not a crafter, fashionista, photographer, graphic designer or a “creative.”

I’m Nerdy Peacock.

And quite frankly, there’s nothing quite like that out there.

So to my future self and possibly only reader, hello. March 10th was a great day. {Yes, March 10th} I’ve had insomnia so ignore the March 11th date stamp ;)

Welcome 2014!

It’s crazy to think 2014 has already arrived. It just almost sounds weird and “apocalypsey.” However, as much as it sounds like it doesn’t even exist, it is here. It is now. And so am I.

Some of the most humorous NY posts are, “new year, new me” and “{insert previous year here} had some up and downs but… ” As my best friend said, “Really, you can change yourself overnight? Because I have a lot of things to work on and that would really save me some time” and what year doesn’t have ups and downs? Isn’t that called life?

All typical making fun of people aside, it is nice to see friends and family having some drive, passion and desire to change and work on making themselves better people. Even if it only lasts a few days, months or {for those people we envy} the whole 365, the excitement of new a year is something to be cheery about.

For me, a I had a wonderful time reflecting on 2013. I will spare you and do 13 highlights as opposed to 2013. ;)

  1. I was in my first “opera” {Amahl and the Night Visitors}
  2. Auditioned and Transfered universities
  3. Completed INSANITY
  4. Got my own car, Gershwin
  5. Dyed my hair red
  6. Wore leggings as pants
  7. Purchased TOMS
  8. Saw the West Side Story Broadway tour
  9. Became a Legacy Lady
  10. Did my first hair show
  11. Realized how much I LOVE my major
  12. Watched chick flicks and liked them. And admitted that.
  13. Met some freakin awesome people and made some of the best friendships ever.

In an arithmetic way I will sum it up by saying: it was a great year. So I hope you have some wonderful memories to treasure about this past year, think of some ways to improve, your ups and downs of life and find a way to be a “new you” this 2014.

Happy New Year.

the dead week that died

After returning from a fabulous Thanksgiving break I had to return to the most dreaded week of the year, dead week. But before I complain and whine about such week I will first share my Thanksgiving fun.

We went to my grandparents and celebrated a wonderful sit-down Thanksgiving meal. It was mum’s first gluten-free Thanksgiving and my aunt made a homemade broccoli and rice casserole {which happens to be my favorite holiday dish}.

Here you can see us not only enjoying our delicious meal but also discussing our government healthcare options like our president suggested.

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I was also able to get a decent picture of my hair {lighting determines its color} and my lovely brother.

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Not to mention, I got to see my super cute dog, Suka.

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Needless to say it was a great break, until I had to return.

The worst part about dead week is that even though you have final exams to study for, final projects, assignments to complete and you are STILL taking tests in classes and finishing up course material… you have class.

And this my friends is why it is called dead week.

But eventually… a really great phenomenon happens.

Dead week dies.

In my case, it died a day early because school was cancelled due to a snow day. Also… my vocal jury was cancelled which was a real answer to a real prayer.

So… just like we watched Carrie Underwood and her gang so *wonderfully* preform last night, “So long.. Farewell” dead week. See you next sem.

~Cheers

The beginning of the end

Today marks the beginning of ending my journey here in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Yesterday I was able to announce that I have been accepted into the music department at the University of Oklahoma for the Spring semester. Today is my last day at my job here at  New York & Company, which I just recently started and thouroughly enjoyed.

Somethings are going to be really great and exciting like my new university life, living at home again {that should be interesting} and being in a more “real world” environment. However, I was really starting like Tulsa.

I have some great memories here between the hipster coffee shops, the rose gardens, the Philbrook Museum of Art, Tulsa Performing Arts Center, Downtown, and of course my unique campus of ORU.

So here marks the beginning of the end. Goodbye New York & Co. You were great.

 

~ Leigha

 

bitter sweet

It is a very puzzling phenomenon when you find yourself loosing excitement and joy about something you were once so passionate about. I find myself slowly no longer being satisfied with where I am at and wanting to move on. Yet there is part of me that keeps waiting for those old feelings and sensations to return, hoping that I will stay put.

Yet, as much as try to bring back what was in the past, the truth is things have changed. It is no longer like it once was… or maybe I’m just beginning to see what was really there.

Either way…

It is time to reflect on all the wonderful things. It is important to not become bitter in remembering the sweetness. So with that it is time to “so long” and “farewell.”

It is indeed…bitter sweet.

 

don’t FALL and BREAK yourself

It’s that wonderful time of year when the weather starts getting chilly. Everyone starts pulling out their scarves, comfy sweaters and boots. You can add a little “pumpkin spice” to just about anything and your refreshed from Fall Break.

Yes, it just ended it for me but it was a wonderful week of relaxing and enjoying family and friends.

So here’s fall. *cheers*

 

 

just be more.

It’s been almost exactly a month since school started. Getting back into the swing of things, figuring out how to manage the new semester and trying to remember everyone’s names. Yep, it’s sophomore year.

So far it has been a bit of a ride. I have a some-what heavy load. Trying to juggle a job that I have overworked myself at. And am in the midst of considering a transfer. To put it simply, I am a tad bit overwhelmed.

Part of my feelings are attributed to my perfectionist peacock self. I am all too hard on myself and want to do really well at everything I attempt. I have no desire to be told “that was great” or “good work.” The only thing I don’t respond  negatively to myself with is excellence. And…since I rarely achieve that, I am more-often than not overwhelmed, frustrated, disappointed and want to give up.

Then starts this rut of being of being like the majority of people trying to do better, be more, aim higher, and achieve more. This brings me to write about a man named Sean Kouplen who I heard speak at a student ministry last night.

He talked about all of those people in our lives that seem to just have it together. They are happy, they are doing what they love, the seem so, “put together.” So he interviewed them on a quest to find out what their secret was. He shared the five things that they all have in common, and I would like to share them with you:

More and More

  1. Develop a clear vision of who you want to be
  2. Commit to being the best in everything we do
  3. Focus more on others and less on ourselves
  4. Be more grateful for what we have been given
  5. Believe the best is yet to come

So with that, I ask that join me to “#bemore” as Sandi Karkowski would say. Write these on your mirror or window. Every morning think of who you want to be, do your best, focus on other, be grateful, and believe that the future is bright.

Don’t be perfect. Just be more.

CHEERS!
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Visit Sean Kouplen’s website here to learn more about his story and his book! 

*The five steps to being “More and More” are from Sean Kouplen’s sermon given at Elevate in Broken Arrow, OK on September 12, 2013. 

 

 

It’s Over

Just like the title of one my favorite Roy Orbison songs… It’s Over. My freshman year of college is officially complete. I survived one out the supposedly four best years of my life. It flew by like a frisbee on an April afternoon.

Here’s a look on the past 9 months of my life.

One of my favorite parts about Tulsa is the coffee shops. Here was my first outing with the people who became some of my best friends. We called ourselves “The Sexy Six.”

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My next favorite memory was my very first Roommate Date. I convinced my date to wear these awesome reindeer ears. We also kinda matched. After iceskating I got a scar on my foot in the shape of heart. Needless to say, this moment will always be with me. 

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My floor, Imago Dei, was superb. For one of our first brother-sister wing events we played Bigger or Better. Yeah, we got a dryer.

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#Twapel was and will always be a great part of my ORU experience. My friend Kendal and I did a shout out to @TwapelCats one Friday. You can also see my lovely, experienced photo bomber of a friend, Jacob, in the background.

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My best Valentine’s Day to date (pun) was this year. Our brother wing sang to us and look at the Nerdy Peacock pillow my friend made me :)

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ORU worships nights were alway a great refresher. I sure do love my university!

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The year ended on a good note with the Imago Dei/Quest/Full Armor 2013 Banquet. I had a great date and great time with friends. I also decided I should probably take dance as an elective. :o

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That isn’t even close to how great my first year. ORU was wonderful. My friends were fantastic. And I can’t wait for sophomore year to begin!

RIP Freshman Year.

August 11, 2012 – May 5, 2013

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Spring Preview

Spring  is here and so is our first craft show! We have sneak peak of just a few of our products that are coming out. Tell us what you think and be looking out for them to come to Etsy in the future!

 

Here is bowdacious leather and lace bow ring. 

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With Easter being right around the corner… here’s an egg nest necklace!

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That’s all for now folks. If you’re around Norman, Oklahoma you should stop Cleveland County Fair grounds on March 30th!

Cheers!

~ Leigha

Let the music do the talking

Lyrics.

 

Sometimes they rhyme. But not all the time.

Some times given as a hint. Other times given up for Lent.

What role do they play

in the sharing of Music?

Or are they just to have us stray

from the Music?

 

That was my original poem written originally by me. It also serves as my introductory paragraph to this post. The inspiration behind this poem is based upon recent and not-so-recent events that I have both experienced and watched others experience, mainly females.

Music is a huge part of my life. It is my life. And no,  I am not just one of those teenagers who feels like music “moves” them and blah blah. I am music major and if music is not my life I will probably end up being an unemployed, starving girl on the streets. Come to think of it, this is sounding like a great plot for a movie. Maybe I should take some acting classes so I can star in the story of my life.

Back to the music thing. Something that I thoroughly enjoy in music is the sharing and discovering of new artists. When I do this I tend to focus more on the musical side of things, rather than the lyrics. Not to say that lyrics are not important to me, but I would say that the actual music is definitely what I am listening to more. This probably relates to my background in music.

That being said, I have heard an über amount of girls try to analyze what the lyrics of a song mean when a guy plays it for them. In my mind, I am thinking they’re crazy. However, this could be tainted by my tendency not pay much attention to lyrics at all and my theory that all girls are crazy.

Then, I started paying more attention to myself. I realized that when I am humming a tune that “randomly” pops in my head, the lyrics often pertain to my current circumstance, emotion or mood, or simply the weather. Take somethings as obvious as this; yesterday it was raining. I didn’t sing a song about the beach or summer, I sang “Baby It’s Cold Outside,” “Singing In The Rain,” and “Tomorrow.” It was all rooted from the lyrics.

So maybe when we sing songs to each other, share them with others, or get them stuck in our head, it’s not just to the tune. Could we be subconsciously pulling these songs out of our bank because of the emotional or dictional connotation that we have saved along with that piece?

Maybe we’re not crazy for analyzing. Some people let the music do the talking.