Day 11 - Friends

Day 01- A recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself

Day 02- The meaning behind your blog name
Day 03- A recent picture of you and your friends
Day 04- A habit that you wish you didn’t have
Day 05- A picture of somewhere you’ve been to
Day 06- Favorite super hero and why
Day 07- A picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you
Day 08- Short term goals for this month and why
Day 09- Something you’re proud of in the past few days
Day 10- Songs you listen to when you are Happy, Sad, Bored, Hyped, Mad
Day 11- Another picture of you and your friends
Day 12- How you found out about Tumblr and why you made one
Day 13- A letter to someone who has hurt you recently
Day 14- A picture of you and your family
Day 15- Put your iPod on shuffle: First 10 songs that play
Day 16- Another picture of yourself
Day 17- Someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and why
Day 18- Plans/dreams/goals you have
Day 19- Nicknames you have; why do you have them
Day 20- Someone you see yourself marrying/being with in the future
Day 21- A picture of something that makes you happy
Day 22- What makes you different from everyone else
Day 23- Something you crave for a lot
Day 24- A letter to your parents
Day 25- What I would find in your bag
Day 26- What you think about your friends
Day 27- Why are you doing this 30 day challenge
Day 28- A picture of you last year and now, how have you changed since then?
Day 29- In this past month, what have you learned
Day 30- Who are you?

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ODE TO MARQUETTE BUGG

A long time ago, in WMU came

a loud, blonde girl with an ethnic name.

She played the guitar with the best of the men.

I decided I wanted her for my very own friend.

So I wooed her into playing music with me.

Thus began our epic amicable journey.

But after college, our lives diverged.

It was only on occasion that our paths would merge.

Each time it seemed like no time had passed.

Like we were back in college, skipping class.

Finally, Marquette came back to OK.

This movement made Kinsey Charles's day.

We were able to enjoy each other's company

more than once in a century.

I remembered how positive her outlook was on the day

that we sat with a flat on the side of the highway.

One of the things I would offer as flatter

is how she doesn't waste time on things that don't matter.

Friendship, laughter, her mind, and her God.

This makes me wish we were truly two peas in a pod.

Marquette, you are brilliant and funny and kind.

I love you dearly, heart, soul, and mind.