Sunday, December 21, 2014

Guess Who.

Well. 
Hi guys.
It's me.


Savannah Murdock.


I used the name "Artistic Athlete" because Im a dancer, 
and dancers are known as 
artistic athletes.



kind of cheesy.

kind of dumb.

but I thought it fit me pretty well.

Anyways.

Thanks for reading my blog. 

Hope you liked it.  

Sunday, December 14, 2014

Its All About the Details

I love little details. 

I love when people tell stories and they never forget to show a funny facial expression or add a funny side comment, 
because its the little things that makes a story great.

I have lots and lots of good stories to tell, but I also have a lot of details that come along with them. 

heres a few you may enjoy:

 I remember
when we were roasting hot dogs in the fort we made up in the mountains. 
I had already made mine and you were in the process 
of getting your hot dog on the bun. 
(you put the  hot dog on horizontally because you're an idiot, so trying to get the hot dog off the stick was a real struggle.) 
Anyways, in your endeavor to get your hot dog on your bun,
 you burnt yourself and jerked your hand back with 
quite a bit of force. 
Meanwhile, i was pulling my hot dog up to take a bite as you burned yourself,
 and when you threw your hand back, you hit my hand. 
After looking down and realizing that my hot dog was missing,
 we couldn't contain our laughter. 

I remember...
when we blew up a baby raft so we could go float in the middle of silver lake and fish for a while. 
I also remember how you knew there was a hole in it but decided it was a good idea anyways
 because you brought a hand pump to keep us afloat
...
Quite the experience. 


I remember...
when you tried to take me on a picnic for my birthday this summer. You had a cute place in mind, but it was close to forty five minutes away, but the spot was important so we made the drive. When we got up there… there was a huge sign that said 
"No Picnicing Allowed" 
and we couldn't stop laughing. 
(But we decided to anyways so we hid in the trees and ate our food on a log)


I remember...
when my dad bought us tickets to the Bees 
game this summer.
 We were playing a team from Vegas and we were excited to go. When we got up there… we realized that
we were playing Vegas IN Vegas
and my Dad wasted his money on tickets we couldn't use. 


 I remember... 
the butterflies I felt when you first held my hand.
 We were watching Catching Fire in theaters and I could feel how nervous you were from my seat. 
(it was cute)



I love the details of my life. 
I really do.






Sunday, December 7, 2014

Her Love was a Plane


BLACK OUT POETRY





"One man was devoted to a woman because he believed her love was a plane he planned to fly."