I love the out doors and creating things. Maybe thats why I chose Landscape Architecture. Although, it doesnt just stop there....if you ask me to decorate and rearrange a room...i'm up for the task :-) I love to be with my friends. Sometimes doing absolutly nothing with your best friend can turn out to be one of the best times of your life....
I sit here wanting to write something meaningful and profound. I have never been good with words. If only I had the talent to let what I think in my mind flow to my fingertips. When thinking about the qualities I want in another person the only thing that comes to mind is someone who is kind. I'm at the point in my life where I'm tired of the game. I want someone to talk to, watch movies with and spend lazy Sundays snuggling in bed. Most of all I want someone who will make me laugh. It doesn’t seem like much to ask for but i have found that for some, it's the world...........A little ditty by Shaundra!!! It's a dreary day outside as I make my way along the English country side, kicking a stone here and there on the path. This is where I had always imagined I would be, and for a moment I congratulate myself for making a desire come to fruition. However, the moment is temporary as the many thoughts that I had tried to block out of my head creep back, always lingering right outside the foyers of my mind. In my pocket, I can feel my cell phone vibrating, and I know I have intruded on nature, so quiet and unassuming. I don't answer it; I know who is calling. There are no more words, no more apologies, only silence- a silence that has become my one and only constant. I can only imagine that Emily Bronte felt this way when she composed her masterpiece, writing of these moors and of a great love- a love that eludes me. My destination is not far, in fact, I can see the cottage two miles ahead in the distance. Not noticing the muddy puddle so near my left foot, the foot places itself in it, and cold, earthen water seeps into the suede of my shoes and the cotton of my socks; so very typical. After some long exasperated sighs and a few expletives under my breath, I climb the perfect stone steps to the cottage. I should feel relieved that I made it back, yet, there is only ambivalence. Locating the old skeleton key in my down vest, I bring my hand to the lock. And stop. The brass lock is beckoning me, pleading, seducing me to come inside and resume an existence perceived by so many to be the epitome of perfection. I can't go in. I can't go in there, there is no home, no shelter. This is not where I belong. I release my hand, the muscles surrendering, and the key slips through my fingers and lands with a slight chime, a dying battle cry. I turn around and examine the hillside that spans ahead of me, each direction looking identical to the next. A slight breeze greets my cheeks as I take five steps back down to ground level, turning to my left. And I walk. I walk away not knowing what my future brings, but knowing I will never return.found this plain layout at HOT FreeLayouts.comA little taste of San DiegoA few photos I took awhile back....
hmmm....i have found that if you can find it on a movie soundtrack...then most likely i will like it...haha I am basically open to anything but country. Can't stand the twang....
here is to my favorite year 1912...this is for your Shaundra! haha
Sex and the City,
Shaundra Sondra Shauni Sandra Shauna Shanaynay Lashanda La Chica De Salvador Bartlett