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Name: Kayla
Birthday: 12/29/1988
Gender: Female


Interests: Africa, Kayamundi, children, running, smiling, laughing, Singing, vintage, antiques, writing, music, piano, friends, love, musicals, Kind words, violins, cuddling, big hugs, caring for people, tea, the city, being happy for people, spain, india, germany, france, italy, sharing airplane pillows, concerts, dancing close to people, skiing, traveling--
Expertise: Smiling, laughing and most importantly Loving.


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Member Since: 5/17/2004

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Wednesday, April 25, 2007

"I pray you depart with a wrinkled face and a brand new heart..."

I was so pathetic.

---easy way out.

 

   I'm healthier now.

         change

                 change

                        change

No more procrastination with this issue

        only dedication and perseverance.

Lets go Kayla.

 

I'm living exciting times. My heart is jumping.

            I smile

            I laugh

              and giggle

It's unreal                          It's far away                                      

                                                                                          It's perfect.

 

2weeks.  Another week.  A dream.  And one week more.

I smile again--                            He requested I do.

                  "Everyone know it but me"


Saturday, January 06, 2007

The God of Redemption Could Break Our Routine...

My mind is constantly making lists.

 

Sometimes speaking my thoughts in a british accent is more satisfying.

 

I am ready for a change: mentally, physically and spiritually.

The words of encouragement written on the mirror to need to be taken seriously.

                                       Take my mask away and help me see the light in me.

-------------------------------------------------------

 

Here I come Hope.


Friday, December 01, 2006

Currently Listening
Everything Glorious
By Passion Worship Band
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Rich or poor God I want you more than anything that glitters in this world...

 I am a puppy; I am filled with eagerness for others. I am naïve in my perception of people; constantly assuming the best and most optimistic characteristics. I am a pushover and extremely enthusiastic with the love I give. Like a puppy is drawn to new people, I too, am extremely fervent to meet and build new relationships with others. As a puppy is new to a home and family, I too am constantly exploring my surroundings and boundaries, both testing and respecting them. I am loyal to my friends and family, much like a puppy learns to be committed to its owner. I am a great giver of love and affection; and as a puppy will encourage you to keep on scratching its ears; I encourage others through words and actions that they are worthy and important to me. I am the puppy who is chastised and an hour later is back in the lap of its owner. I have large hopes of change for the ones that hurt me and I am a generous forgiver; a constant dealer of chances. I am flexible and accepting to change. Like a puppy is protective of its home and family, I too am protective of the hearts and safety of my friends and family. Though, I am eager to receive love I too am independent and sometimes reluctant to receiving help when I am hurt.

 

 

I wish to be a neon colored, medicated bandage. The neon color is vibrant and unique; a confident individual not afraid to be seen or let people know what it’s there for. Because of its confident vibrancy the bandage is enticing as well as inviting. People are drawn in and interested in its intentions. This bandage sticks out from all the other mundane skin color bandages. Like the neon color, I too want to stick out, to be seen and to be heard. I hope to be inviting to others; I want to be a person who is confident in the convictions in my heart and willing to share with anyone who is willing to listen. I also hope to be approachable and provide a comfort to others.

The medicated pad in the bandage is a nurturer and healer. The ointment heals the cut slowly; keeping the wound moisturized and protected from: bacteria, infection and further irritation. Just like the ointment I want to nurture people with love, tenderness and compassion from my heart. I will understand the amount of time it may take to heal someone; and if they are not able to heal completely, I want to be able to ensure that person that they are loved, they matter and they have importance. The medicine in the bandage also encourages the wound to heal and provides safety for the cut. I too want to be an encourager of all aspects, constantly building and lifting people up in mind body and spirit. 

            Neon colored, medicated bandages get questioned upon sight: what happened, why is it there, what is it doing? I want to be questioned for my intentions, actions, and beliefs; with my confidence I will be able to boldly say what I am doing and why. Neon colored, medicated bandages are not of the norm, they are not often chosen. Like the bandage I don’t want to be of the norm; I don’t want to be perpendicular to the surface. I do however want to be different, a different that is radical and revolutionary.

 


Thursday, November 02, 2006

Currently Listening
We Were Here
By Joshua Radin
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And they are all done.

 

Can I get an applause?

 

--Winter is encroaching on our fall time fun.

 

My heart burns with excitement.

       Snow falls, christmas lights, holiday carols, snow angel making, hot chocolate and white tea, warm fires and sweaters that hug...

 

 

--Any boy that dresses as Fred Astaire and bring me flowers for no reason other than to surprise me, is my favorite.--

 

 


Monday, October 23, 2006

I can almost breathe.

 

I'm pretty sure by tomorrow I will be officially done with all of my applications.

 

Oh freedom.



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