Nananaaaaaaaaaah

Hope Does Not Disappoint.

A Kiss From Him To You.

"Rick says that I will love God because he first loved me. I will obey God because I love God. But if I cannot ACCEPT God's love, I cannot love Him in return, and I cannot obey Him. Self discipline will never make us righteous or clean; accepting God's love will. The ability to accept God's unconditional grace and ferocious love is all the fuel we need to obey Him in return. Accepting God's kindness and free love is something the devil does not want us to do. If we hear, in our inner ear, a voice saying we are failures, we are losers, we will never amount to anything, this is the voice of Satan trying to convince the bride that the groom does not love her. This is not the voice of God. God woos us with his kindness, He changes our character with the passion of HIS LOVE."

Blue Like Jazz by Don Miller.

Pandora Boyfriend

Let me share with you something that brings me so much satisfaction and bliss....

PANDORA.

Every time I turn on my brick of a laptop...the dell.. who's "extended battery" only gives me maybe 2 extended minutes before I'm forced to plug in the battery, and heats up to high degrees that my pants feel like they are on fire. I click on the internet and my heart leaps for joy as I type in Pandora.com. Because of the awesomeness of this site, I oddly feel a connection. It could possibly be the fact that you can choose your own radio station by selecting an artist of your choice that then plays layers and layers of other music.

I have this joke with my friend Ashley that Pandora is like my boyfriend. Hence the fact that I'm single...I mean..no biggie..Pandora is always there and the music makes me feel so loved and soothes this little lady's soul. So..because I had this joke I thought it would be funny to continue it by changing my Facebook "relationship status" to Mary Flynn is "in a relationship with Pandora." Well...it failed. Facebook said they didn't recognize the name. RUDE. But then, Facebook also spared me the embarrassment of saying she was in a relationship with a website..and we all know that can appear ultra creepy.

Some of my favorite stations:
Al Green
Bon iver!
Radiohead
Common
counting crows
pepper
Ray Lamontagne!
Mieko
Sigur Ros!

"Look what you've done for me":

Dear Al Green.

Your soulful music can make any girl feel fabulous. And I love listening to you while putting my high heels on. In fact! I might just have to have an Al Green party.

Al Green Party TBA.

Lay on the carpet floor.

Sometime around midnight, by Airborne Toxic Event.

Done. and Done.

Maryisms.

If you asked any member of my family what is a maryism, they would each tell you a different story about me that reveals my airiness, my speak before really thinking, and my humor. Maryisms will be preformed best when I am completely comfortable.

This week in my World History Class we had to read this academic excerpt about Archeology on the East African coast. It was probably the worst thing I have ever read. Honestly. No. Joke. Before class I turned to my classmate, I told her what I thought of it by making a very honest and real comparison.

After our little quiz, the Professor says," alright let me hear it, how did you really feel about this reading." People said," it was boring, it was awful, I actually fell asleep..TWICE!" As this was going on my classmate Ashley, taps my shoulder and says, "Mary you should totally tell him what you said to me." So, I turned around and rose my hand. "Flynn, what did you think," he asked. And with the utmost confidence I said this:

"You know what it was like? It was like having to make out with someone when you really didn't want to make out with him, but you had to anyways."

Class laughing, Professor a bit taken back, and me slowly sinking it my chair thinking why the hell did I say that...and I continue to compare, only trying to redeem myself, but really creating a bigger and better grave.

"You know if you were semi dating this guy and it was coming to an end and you hadn't yet broken up with him or given him the shaft...you still need to kiss him so he doesn't know you are about to end things.."

Now everyone is laughing, eyes are on me, and he turns to me with his hands open and shoulder shrugged, "So let me try to understand this for you, What you are saying Mary is that the reading wasn't pleasurable for you?"

"no, Pebworth, not at all." "Not one ounce of pleasure."

Meet your first Maryism,

We Can Laugh Indoors.

The Verve is a coffee shop right down the street from my house. I go there often to study and sip on some delicious coffee or espresso that can take anyone right back to that little cafe in Rome which serves the best cappuccino. And, while you imagine yourself in Rome enjoying the art of an espresso; the person next to you is from Canada, the person to the left is Korean, to the right of you is a Brazilian, and lastly the person who serves you your espresso loves their job, meets people daily, and enjoys that moment of an awesome connection with another human being.

As I was sitting in the verve attempting to study, I began to think about my next big adventure. How I long to be immersed in another culture, time, place, or emotions. I think about myself, the friends I have, and the gift we are to one another and I realize that often the gift that we are, tends to become lost. I get lost. We get lost. To be in a new land there are no limits or constraints from letting us be who we want to be or shedding ourselves allowing us to be a gift to another. It presents an opportunity to laugh with a stranger, see beauty that lies within another persons soul, smile differently, share thoughts, ideas, and to tap a foot to the groove of some native musician. I can best describe it with my art: Every time I unwrap the plastic that covers the blank canvas and I smell the freshness of an unused medium; it becomes my own adventure. Then, color hits it and I create a feeling. I choose colors that express passion, warmth, zeal, suffering, grief, or triumph. The canvas reveals a glimmer of my soul. Nothing can tamper with that work. No one can say its not art. The work has value. depth. understanding. grace. It becomes a mysterious adventure.

Or if your bored, you can dye your hair like I recently did. No more red in my hair just straight blonde. It's just FABulous. Every time I sit down in the Verve it becomes an adventure.
A whole new Mary that can be who ever she wants.
Sit there. sip my coffee and be my adventure.


The verve- you've become my new land.

Clean by Pete Yorn.

there's a place around my heart that you wish for
When you pretend its never there
What are you living for?

Come back and see me some time, she said
Thinking he'd rather be dead.
But eventually I might give her a ring instead

Would you talk to me?
Would you talk to me?
I want everything to be so clean
So clean

When you're alone,
You'll ask yourself things
I bet you were not
Even thinking all these things
One time its clear to you
All the things you know
He even reminds me of the kid we used to know

Would you talk to me?
Would you talk to me?
I want everything to be so clean.
So clean.

There's a place around my heart
that you hope for
When you pretend its never there
What do you answer for?

Come back and see me sometime, she said.
Thinking he'd be dead.
But eventually, I might give her a book instead

Would you talk to me?
Would you talk to me?
I want everything to be so clean.
So clean.

Would you talk to me?
Would you talk to me?
Would you talk to me?
Would you talk to me?

I want everything to be so clean.
So clean.

Firsts leaves the Heart unsatisfied.

I am second best.
I am the secret you've been looking for.

If only if I were safe to...

Adventure still awaits.
Come on Lad, take that leap
and cover that distance
and land at me.