Classy

Although I am an avid believer in being a classy, young lady with pastel colors adorning my room and floral arrangements at every corner I sometimes find myself channeling my energy elsewhere.  In all honesty, one can only be upstanding and proper so often.  There have to be moments of fun, excitement, and craziness!  I found this picture today...

This is me and my very, very wonderfully good friend LeeAnn Spencer.  Honestly, she is probably the person I am the most crazy with. Easily. Really there's no question in my mind.  

In a lot of ways people might think there is no way we fit together as friends and in a lot of ways they might be right.  But who's to say anybody knows what type of friends are the right friends and what type are the wrong friends.  Are there wrong friends?  I mean, I can bring out LeeAnn's classy, lady-like girly side sometimes!  Even though most of the time she brings out my.. odd, unusual, wack, "awesome" side.

I don't really know where I'm going with this.  I just found this picture and it got me thinking...

I LOVE THIS GIRL. She's the best.  And although we don't exactly see eye-to-eye 94% of the time we really get along well anyway.  And we're awesome.

I love you sister!

Really though.

Recently I've been remembering memories not seemingly worth remembering.  I am reminded through friends of histories I had completely unremembered.  I'm not sure if I willingly forced these thoughts out of my mind in the absence of necessary remembrance or if I tried to avoid the unnecessary memories that had carved out a space in my mind filled with important memories that were immediately necessary.

That's confusing.

In other words, did I forget these memories on purpose or did they just really not matter at all?

An honest answer?  I don't know.

Regardless of being reminded of things I didn't necessarily want to remember I realized that more than half of our life isn't actually stored away in our heads.  We may never remember something we experienced that was critical in someone else's mind.  Literally, what percentage of our life do we actually remember?

AND (even more scary) how much of it have we changed and manipulated in our minds?  Our perception isn't perfect and neither is anyone else's so how much of reality is actually real?

Freaky to think about, huh?

Mind. Blown.

Tune in next time for some more of Alina's random thoughts!

Politics: A Question of Character, Not Necessarily Policies

Is it strange that when so many people are worried about policies in these debates I can’t help but judge based on character.  How could you be so belittling to each other in such ways?  Could you not build yourself up without tearing the other down? 

The same goes for all the citizens and voters as well as people from other countries who’s opinions I've had to read through websites.  Yes, of course our president concerns you.  Everything about the U.S. concerns the world.

However; we have become so corrupt that we allow our own opinions to ruin our relationships with each other.  We have become a prideful world and yet we can’t look at ourselves and see it. 

Wouldn't we want a leader who could teach by example the way that we should be?  Kind, helpful, compassionate, merciful, and just.  Maybe I sound a little religious but I can’t help but be discouraged by the people in our world.  

So depressing.