A short story in third person

Snorkle is making chocolate chip cookies...instead of studying. And then she will be eating the chocolate chip cookies...instead of studying. She will probably need a drink of water, after all the chocolate. And then she will eat a couple more cookies. After all this her stomach will be quite full of cookies and she will need to sit down and rest for a bit. She will have to do something relaxing while she rests, so that she won't bother her stomach and make it feel worse. She will gently move her homework aside and instead, pick up a light read. It will be 30 minutes of light reading and her stomach will feel better. But then she will remember that all the socks in her dresser are not in a color-friendly order. She will see how badly this makes her dresser drawer look and run to amend this problem. Then she will think about how her shoes have never really been organized properly. And by the time all of this is done, she will be hungry. She will have to make herself some dinner...instead of doing homework.

Here is a list of movies that make me cry...not necessarily because they are all sad, but because they stir something inside me.

Bridge to Terebithia

Martian Child

The Chronicles of Narnia

Lord of the Rings

Finding Neverland

The Incredibles

I know there are lots more, but I just can't think of them at the moment. As you can well imagine, I cry at the drop of a hat (especially snappy looking knitted ones.) I have the unfortunate habit of crying when I see someone else crying, whether they be standing beside me or inside the television screen. I also have tears form when I yawn, not all the time, but enough to make me fear that someone will think I am depressed because I have tears in my eyes. I don't know if my tear glands are especially productive or just out to get me. I didn't used to be this way. Back when I was a nice little child I could watch an extremely depressing movie and not get emotional at all. It seems I have lost that skill, and I am forever doomed to be "that girl who cried at the movie theater, even when it really wasn't that sad."

Hmm....Something's Missing....

Running off...to pick my sister up from sunday school, I notice something about my appearance. Yes, I note that my clothing does look a little thrown together and that my hair is most definitely not brushed and slightly problematic. But I still thought that I looked presentable, and I was only just going to pick her up right? As I was driving down the road I noticed that the gas pedal felt a little different then usual. Looking down I saw something that made me laugh. I had worn my slippers! I had completely forgotten to change into regular shoes. Luckily my slippers aren't pink with furry little heads, but needless to say, you can never be to careful running out the door. Make sure you check your feet.

Skeptical father...

A conversation between Father and Me.

my dad walks into the computer rooms and says, "what are you doing?"

I say, "I'm organizing yours and moms' iTunes library"

to which my father scoffs and says, "yeah, cluttering up my computer is more like it."

I laugh and my father continues on his way.

A new day, another opportunity to be realize you should avoid the outdoors...

A list of things that are most decidedly Not Cool

• Finding out that tomorrow morning you are supposed to go outside (before it gets hot) and water the plants in the backyard
• having to get out of bed and finding that you don't feel like changing so you just throw on a sweatshirt and some old shoes
• arriving outside and finding the water facet covered in bugs and other slimy contraptions
  
• having to recite the "righty-tighty, lefty-loosey" rhyme to figure out which way to turn the spigot.
  
• getting slightly sprayed with water that seemed to miss the turn that went into the hose
• telling yourself that that will be the only water you get on yourself
• finding out that maybe you turned it a little too much to the left because of all the water squirting out and pummeling half the dirt out of the potted plants
• wondering if maybe your parents will notice the chaos of dirt and water splattered across the patio
• being too lazy to go back to the spigot and turn the water pressure down and blasting all the plants into oblivion and wondering if maybe no one will ask why the plants are plastered to the ground with water droplets cascading all around.
• thinking you are done, but then realizing you were also asked to water those three bushes back in the far corner of the yard
• walking to those three bushes and seeing that you don't have nearly enough hose to reach them
• trying to do that cool trick where you cover the end of the hose and the water spurts out in a spraying fashion, only realizing that you were never taught that and manage to water everything BUT those three plants
• finally figuring out how to make the hose work after 25 thousand gallons of water and 15 minutes of utter frustration.
• you remember specific instructions to get that maple tree watered in the front yard and were told to connect the green hose to the yellow hose...but for the life of you, you cannot find that mysterious yellow hose and have already wandered around the house 3 times.
• giving up and just using another green hose to water that tree...
• ...and finding out that this hose is too short as well
• but you figure that since you've mastered that spraying trick already you can just do that for the remaining three feet
• you walk all the way back to turn on the water
• and walk all the way back to that lonesome tree in the far corner of the yard
• and realize that maybe you need to work on your water pressuring skills
• for you seem to have turned it a little too hard as well
• and the hose is having spasms in the front yard
• twirling in the grass like there is no tomorrow
• but you figure that since it has one of those handy dandy nozel sprays
• you should be just fine
• so you pick it up to spray the tree
• and realize that maybe the water pressure is a little too high
• and water is leaking from the end...
• you press down on the handle, expecting to get a nice shoot of spray, but somehow, someone has set it for a different setting.
• you release the nozel and hold it close to your face in an effort to see which way you should turn the handle to get it on the spray mode
• only too late to realize that you must have done something wrong
• for now the whole nozzle head is coming off and the water is beginning to squirt all over the place
• you fumble with the handle trying with all your might to get the hose twisted back into the nozzle but all you end up doing is getting yourself covered in water
• the hose shudders one last time and then the nozzle comes off in your left hand while the right hand holds a drooping-but-totally-gushing-water-hose.
• you are imagining all your neighbors peering out their windows, watching this random little teenager make a total fool out of herself using only a few items and you are starting to think evil thoughts concerning your neighbors
• you tell yourself that it is far too early for any of your neighbors to be up and there is no way that they could watch a poor helpless teenager get ambushed by an evil hose and not run to save her...no, they must still be inside asleep
• you have convinced yourself of that fact until you see that half your neighbors garage doors are open
• then you are thinking maybe now would be a good time to run back inside
• you think that maybe it is a good idea to twist the hose into a knot to prevent it from spraying out in every direction, you've seen other people do it, surely it would work for you?
• you walk about 5 steps before the pressure becomes too much and the hose erupts and sprays water all over you AGAIN
• then you are left standing there, in the middle of the yard with a nozzle and a hose and you are thinking that maybe if the neighbors were watching they would be laughing their heads off....and you are also thinking that if it had been the other way around you would most definitely be laughing your head off...
• you imagine seeing yourself outside being attacked by a hose and must admit that it is kind of comical.
• you start to chuckle a bit
• you start laughing at the humor of it all, getting attacked by a crazy evil hose.
• then you are wondering if maybe the neighbors have stopped laughing and are now watching you wondering if you are having a mental breakdown, seeing how you are standing in the middle of the yard clutching a water hose that is gushing out water and laughing.
• you have a brilliant idea and decide you will bend the hose in half and quickly screw the nozzle head back on while the water is trapped
• with your left hand twisting the hose and your right hand clutching the nozzle you think that maybe your plan will work
• until the hose wiggles out of your grasp and sprays you a face full of water AGAIN
• now you've left the hose on the ground
• your hair is wet
• your dripping water
• your glasses are almost too wet to see out of
• and your sweater is now blotched with wet spots
• any trace of humor is gone
• you have decided that you no longer feel like being the laughing stock of your neighbor hood, you are going to show this hose who is boss and you are going to do it now.
• you briskly walk back to the spigot, holding the hose in your right hand, not caring if it continues to spray water all over the driveway
• with one fluid motion you turn off the water
• and there is silence
• you have won
• that pesky little hose cannot get the better of you now.
• mustering all the dignity you have, you walk back to the house
• one pajama pant leg is only speckled with water and flaps in the breeze while the other is soaked through and is formed to your leg like a new layer of skin
• you vow to never ever water the plants again

A Conversation...

Me: "I've been having Cheese-Bagel thoughts"

Her: "Oh?"

Me: "Yeah, and only Cheese-Bagels can cure me"

Her: "We'll be home in half an hour"

My computer is delusional

It says it has 10 hours of power left when only a third of the battery icon is full. I will forgive my computer though, because I know it can't help itself sometimes and makes all sorts of rash decisions and then checks the stats and realize that it only has 1 hour and 45 minutes of battery power left. 1 hour and 45 minutes is more then enough time for me...

A conversation with my blog "I'm sorry blog, I know that I've neglected you in the past and probably will in the future, but really I don't mean too, and you know I'm not doing it on purpose" at this point in the conversation my blog is already raising its eyebrows in suspicion.

I know I'm pathetic, really I do, but sometimes life grabs me and just won't let go, and then I'm still trying to figure out where the past couple months have gone and then I think to check my blog...

What I've been up to:

1. obsessively pining for the Family Force 5 CD that's coming out this summer
2. waiting for the package that is coming in a couple weeks from Family Force 5 (I joined their fan club)
3. I am totally in love with the new Krystal Meyers song, "Shine" you should check it out here
4. getting ready for college 
5. reading massive amounts of books and then updating at goodreads
6. working out at the Y so I'm not a pathetic muscle-less person who randomly roams the earth hoping people won't ask her to help them carry stuff because she is afraid she won't be able to lift the item and will instead be smashed down under its weight
7. I see that my poor little blog has been sadly neglected and that I need to update the sidebar thingies
8. I've been buying a lot of shoes...
9. I've been spending WAY to much time on facebook
10. I take my camera with me everywhere
11. I don't write nearly as much as I should
12. I've probably been eating too much ice cream
13. I dyed my hair
14. I got a Macbook and think it is the grandest thing in the world
15. I got new glasses, but I won't tell you the long story of how many times they messed up and how I kept getting replacement glasses
16. Mostly though, I've been wasting away........

if you were to walk into my room, here is what you'd find...

crumpled socks pushed into the dark corners of my room

yarn shoved in plastic bins high up near the ceiling above my clothes in my closet

my favorite magazines lined up on my shelf organized by publication date

a medium size blue metal tub with an assortment of awesome hats

CDs everywhere, on my desk, the floor, my bookshelf, the CD stand in the corner

lizards climb the walls; small ones, big ones, beaded ones and heavy ones

on my bed you'd find all the things I need to have by my side constantly, my journal, pens entrapped by an old rubber band, a notebook (for my midnight poems) 3 or 4 books I'm reading, a kleenex box, pillows, a bottle of water, iPod, laptop, sometimes a couple articles of clothing - my bed is hardly clean

on the wall I have posters, the topics range from movies to bands to wal*mart-fare to inspirational

I have a squiggly mirror next to my bed

my desk is a triangle and I have two turquoise blue vases and an alarm clock/radio/CD player sitting on top

only one of the shelves on my book case is devoted to books

I can't seem to get rid of my leftover plastic wal*mart bags, they are scattered all around

a turkish purse hangs on the back of my door, it's yellow with beaded flowers

shoes sprawl across the carpet and have lengthy discussions concerning topics I don't know much about

on occasion, you can actually see the color of my carpet

my trash can is orange and has a pop-top lid that I never use

library books are in a pile next to my dresser

plastic tubs are underneath my bed containing all the stuff that didn't fit in my closet

my walls are white - but the rest of the room is bursting with color.....

Summer:

The asphalt feels scorching hot beneath my bare feet

Ice cream melts faster then I can eat it

Chalk drawings litter drive-ways and sidewalks

Bathing suits are taken out of the corner of the closet

The wind blows and you can smell the summer air hot as it toys with your 

hair

The sound of lawnmowers is a steady rhythm to which you plan your day

Popsicles melt in your hands and you don't even bother to wash your hand 

of the sticky sweetness, letting it linger on your fingertips

You hardly wear shoes and let your feet soak up the richness of the earth

Your hair is constantly plastered to the side of your face, where you shove 

 it aside throughout the day

You look forward to those long summer days where you sip your lemonade 

 and read books all afternoon

My Obsession - Skillet

yeah I know, random and slightly obscure song as blog title....it's just what popped into my head. But seriously, I really need a new CD to obsess about. I've pretty much been listening to Falling Up's "Captiva" for the past couple of weeks and it was only a couple days ago that I realized it's gotten "old" Now, not old as in I never want to hear it ever again, but old as in I've listened to it and know all the moods of all the songs and can tell you the first lines before they are even sung, I've also stopped having Falling Up's songs spin around my head in their constant motion of speed. I now know that I need a new CD, granted, Captiva was an awesome CD, from the first couple times I listened to it I felt like it was an old friend whom I hadn't seen in a very long time. It was truly an inspiring album.
Even though I'm sad to see that that CD has lost it's luster, I'm excited to start a new "obsession" the only problem is that I'm having a hard time finding a CD from my huge stockpile of "un-obsessed" CDs that I am clicking with. It's bugging me, but I think I'm going to go through my iPod and make a list of them all and stare at that until I make a decision...one way or another, soon I'm going to be singing a new set of songs...

Thank Goodness For iPods...

I'm on the computer, happily twiddling around while accomplishing absolutely nothing. Ruining my peaceful atmosphere comes the sound of escalating vocal cords...they sail through the air like they own it and land amongst my ears in annoying glee. Two steps behind me, door frame and then another mere five steps will lead you directly to where those soaring vocal cords are located. I am far to close to those classical notes. I glance over at my lizard and I can tell by the look on his face that he knows exactly what I am thinking. While he ducks beneath his little hidey hole to make sure he is safe from a Disney song invasion, I grab my book, exit the computer room and head towards my room. Once I am inside, with my door perfectly closed, I find my lovely iPod and with a couple deft scrolls of my thumb, I have one of my favorite punk/screamo albums on the screen. Sliding the ear buds in place I settle into a comfortable position on my bed and open my book. I have successfully averted a classical music crisis.

I feel like I have accomplished a lot...

I got out of bed at a reasonable hour...
I took a shower in under 10 minutes...
I got dressed and managed to have all my clothes match...
I ate some good food that nourished my body...
I drank water so that I wouldn't be dehydrated...
I got the mail and didn't throw a fit when there was nothing cool for me....
I successfully ate 3/4 of my leftover Easter candy...
I've listened to my new Children 18:3 CD two times already...
I gave my pet a bath and he didn't seem too annoyed at me
I wrote this lovely blog entry and informed you of all my wonderful accomplishments...
Yep, I'm pretty certain that I have had A Very Successful Day.

And I was really hungry...

Yesterday I almost ate spoiled chicken. I have some allergies going on right now, so I didn't smell anything when I took it out of the bag and started chopping it up. I mixed in herbs and spices and reheated some leftover rice. I had been thinking about Chicken and Rice all afternoon and I was finally getting around to making myself some dinner. It was only after everything was done that I couldn't stand it and I stole a little piece of chicken and plopped it into my mouth. It tasted funny. Real funky. I could not place why it tasted so weird. But then I remembered that we still haven't bought any organic soy sauce and so we were using some generic brand from walmart. I figured that that was the case and I hoped we bought some new soy sauce soon, because this stuff just wasn't as good. I kept stirring, watching as my chicken was getting golden brown. I couldn't help myself again, I snagged a piece and ate it. It still tasted funky. Why? I looked at the chicken, it seemed perfectly harmless, it looked good. I went back over to the counter where I still have not put away the other chicken breast in it's little plastic Ziploc bag. I put my nose close and sniffed. WHOA! How could I have missed it before? It smelled like rotten milk. It was totally nasty. And here I had been frying it up in a pan for the last 10 minutes eagerly awaiting my dinner. I went back to my fried chicken and felt sick. I had only eaten a couple pieces and I was already starting to feel sick, but I knew that if I let my mind wander it would definitely think of all the ways I would die of food poisoning, so I said, "Stop it. It was only a couple pieces, you will not die." It made me sad to look at that pan full of fried chicken. I had so been looking forward to eating it. I was now depressed. I had used up all those herbs and spices to make it taste good, and now they were going to the trash can. I felt so depressed I didn't feel like eating anything. But I was hungry, and I knew that if I didn't eat anything then I would feel really sick from lack of food. So I called my dad and told him that I had almost eaten poisoned chicken and he told me (of course) "you should have smelled it first" and I sighed. Good news was that we had bought one of those rotisserie style chickens for dinner last night, so I just hacked off some of that and cooked that. Moral of the story guys: don't eat poisoned chicken.

Driving along the road on the way to church....

and what do we see? Two cows, on the edge of the road, chewing their cud, wondering what we were doing staring at them. Me, my Dad and my sister had to laugh. They looked so forlorn....standing there, not knowing if they should go back, or move forward. Eventually we moved on, driving slowly down the road, gradually picking up speed as the cows got smaller and smaller in my side view mirror. With a laugh my dad looked back and said, "now they're going to follow us." Looking back I saw they were walking in the direction we had gone. Within minutes, they were out of sight, and out of my mind. At church, God had played a little trick on us. The Sermon was about Lost Sheep...or, as I translated it, since I am living in OK: Lost Cows. Funny, God, real funny - is what I thought. Just his little way of reminding us that he is very present in our lives...even when we just think it's a crazy old cow chewing her cud.

1] Where is your heart?
in the hands of the lead singer of relient k! hahah, just JOKING! (actually, what's really funny is that you only think I'm just joking...)

2] Perfect relationship?
pretty sure there is no such thing..

3] Which is more romantic: flowers or candy?
candy. definitely. but only if it's chocolate...and I don't like dark chocolate, so it would have to be milk chocolate.....but then if I ate too much I'd feel sick and totally blame whoever got me all that chocolate....I'd stick with something shiny and un-edible....

4] Are you wearing any jewelry?
my agape ring (it's in greek and totally cool) 2 bracelets (one being a recycled bicycle chain - um, yeah it's pretty much AWESOME!) one watch that is made out of leather, one choker, one cool metal knot necklace and all the rings that I'd normally wear on one strand.....yeah, it's actually kind of heavy...

5] What did you do last night?
majorly annoy my mom and watch my camera battery die

6] Did you enjoy your last kiss?
hm....seeing how it was from a 2 year old about 3 years ago and I had just finished babysitting him for almost 3 hours....and it was on my cheek......I'd say it went rather well.....I'm still alive aren't I?!?

7] Would you kiss that person again?
Most definitely, he was veerrrryyy cute. plus he was a 2-year-old with manners, my favorite.

8] Did you brush your teeth this morning?
Just becaues you're some sort of crazy teeth-brushing fanatic doesn't mean that I have to brush my teeth as many times as you do! have you ever thought about how much damage that can do to your gums!??!

9] Have you ever been on the television?
only when it's turned off and I'm staring at my reflection

10] What did you eat today?
9 pills, 1 chocolate chip cookie, 5 handfuls of patato chips, 1 1/2 bottles of water, 1 chicken taco, 3 spoonfuls of refied beans and rice, 1 processed homemade flour tortilla, 1 heaping plate pasta alfredo, 1 sopapilla (TOTALLY YUMMY!) and 1 organic mint. hey, if you didn't want to know, you shouldn't have asked.......

11] Do you like mustard?
no, ew, what kind of sick question is that?

12] What's the last thing you bought?
oodles and oddles of buttons! not the sewing on shirts to keep your clothes on kind, but the one that you pin to your hat that say totally crazy things you'd never get away with saying out loud, yet, when they are surrounded by a blue backround and in bright sparkly letters, they are totally cool.

13] Do you know your Dad's birthday?
yeah, it's written on the calendar...heheheh

14] Where's the last place you went shopping?
WAL*MART! yes! I <3 wal*mart!

15] Did you sing in the shower today?
considering the fact that I didn't even take a shower this morning....

16] When's the last time you cried?
a couple days ago...I don't write it on the calendar or anything I'm not a WEIRDO!

17] What is the most irritating thing the opposite sex can do?
be totally disgusting (pants so low they're dragging on the ground and everyone knows that they are a hanes guy) and still think that I'd have to slightest interest in them.

18] When did you go shopping last?
6 hours ago....

19] Ever been in love?
what are you talking about? I'm STILL in love, have you taken a look at my totally darling rocket summer shoes lately? ah....complete happiness...

20] What are you doing today?
um....I would have thought it was obvious, I'm filling out this little questionaire......heheheh

21] Last movie you watched?
ugh, um....some cheap movie with jennifer lopez in it....it was the only thing on okay?!?

22] Is your shirt new?
yeah man, I just bought it september 15th! it's one of my favorite concert t's! it's the one for the band This Beautiful Republic and I so loved their show, and wanted to just take the band home and keep them in my closet or something....heheheh

23] Do you live near your boyfriend/girlfriend?
my, my, my, I didn't even know that I had a boyfriend/girlfriend!

24] Are you happy right now?
I'd say irked, but it's nothing you did....ARGH FAMILY!

25] Are you scared of bugs?
yes, aren't you?

26] Are you a cuddler?
only if it involves an iPod named Riley......

27] Can you play piano?
yes, I took piano for 6 years.....I am very good at "clocks"

28] Do you dance?
not if I can help it....

29] What do you think of Eminem?
if only I had a newspaper to roll up and whack him with, then I'd stomp my feet and say, "well boy! what do you have to say for yourself? didn't your mother teach you any manners, every gentleman knows to never use coarse language in front of the ladies, why I never!"

30] Do you read?
of course, how on earth did you think that I answered all these questions?

31] Do you believe in love that lasts forever?
sure.....why not?

32] Do you sleep with a teddy bear?
first off, I don't even own a teddy bear - oh yeah, wait, I do, the bushmans gave it too me and it is so cute and unbelievably soft! I guess you wouldn't believe me if I told you no........

33] Last thing that made you cry?
a happy song on the radio that reminded me of all I had left behind...

34] What's the last TV show you watched?
I can't remember.......

35] Do you like baseball?
no

36] Least favorite sport?
bleh, football....if you play I won't hold it against you.........

37] Last time you went out to eat?
1 hour ago, with my poparoonies.......mexican food with those processed white flour tortillas

38] What are you doing tomorrow?
hopefully watching someone do some awesome roping tricks..

39] Where were you yesterday?
refer to the newsboys song "wherever we go, that's where the party's at!"

40] Who's your BEST friend?
my BEST friend.....I'm pretty sure I'm fresh out of those, although, I do have a couple of best friends hanging around.....

41] What are you doing right now?
typing you silly fool!

42] Who was the last person you talked/text on the phone with?
Charity

43] Have you bought any clothing items in the last week?
the most awesome belt ever!

44] What is the last thing you purchased online?
CDS! YES! I'M STILL WAITING FOR THEM TO ARRIVE AND I GOT SOME IN THE MAIL TODAY! WAH-HOO!

45] Is there anyone that you wish was still in your life?
my swimteam coach, he was so crazy, my old high school sunday school teachers (they live too far away ARGH) all the people in VA!

46] Did you have fun today?
yeah.....but it seems so far away now....

47] Regret breaking up with any of your ex's?
I'll tell you when I get a couple..

48] What is your GPA?
phish, homeschoolers don't do GPAs!

49] What do you know about the future?
that if I don't get some more CDs in the mail someone is going to be awfully cranky.....

50] Who was the last person you rode in a car with?
the faithful-let's-feed-the-famished-teenager-poparoonies....

51] How old do you want to be when you have kids?
how on earth can you expect me to answer a question like that? let's put it this way, not when I'm 19 and not when I'm 65 (especially that one, that would be kind of weird)

52] Last time you ate cereal?
probably a couple years ago.....I'm not too fond of cereal..

53] Do you have any tattoos or piercings?
I am very proud to say NONE! I totally approve fake tattoos and fake nose rings though.......heheheheh, especially if they have cute little swords on the end....

Hotels are dreary, but sleeping outside in an alley is even worse...

how nice, my pillows are plump and quite fresh looking, oh look, my soap is so cutely wrapped in it's own little paper coat, ah, the fridge is pretty nice, except for the fact that it is completely empty...hotels are such fine places to stay, for a little bit of money they will take you in, feed you breakfast and offer you 1 oz. bottles of shampoo that are nearly never enough to properly wash your hair with.

I just love how you have to cart all your luggage up, and of course, each hotel has it's own little quirks....this hotel's elevators were especially nice.

When I say nice, I am saying it in a slightly sarcastic manner, but go ahead, if you think they are still nice after I have described them, feel free to call them that and make them your BFF's.

Normally what happens when I push the elevator button, after a few minutes one comes down and takes me to my destination....but these elevetors were obviously brought up like normal elevators. It wouldn't have been so bad except that they had little screen aboves the elevator doors that showed you what floor they were on and which way they were going next.

So me and my dad are waiting in the lobby, the dolley full of all our suitcases patiently straddled between us, and both of us are looking up at the screens thinking, "oh good, that elevator is only at the 2nd floor, it should be here pretty quick then..." and we wait, it remains at the 2nd floor. the 2nd elevator is at the third floor, but it starts to travel down, so me and my dad move to dolley towards that one and get it perfectly set up and ready to go when that elevator decides that it's going back up again. we look back at the first one and it's STILL at the second floor. what is going on? I mean, come on, how hard is it to pick up some people in the lobby?

After what seemed like hours of waiting, we finally got one. as I was standing in it, going up I had this sudden vision on a little boy who had obviously had too much chocolate and was driving his parents insane and finally they said, "henry, why don't you go run around the hallways, just try and not be too loud so you don't annoy any of the other people in this hotel okay?" and then they shoved that brat child out of their room and promptly sighed in relief. meanwhile, little henry ran off down the halls wondering what on earth he could do when he came across the elevators. I saw this obnoxious little kid grinning with delight and then running towards the down button and pushing it. he would stand there and patiently wait for the elevator to arrive and then it opened it's door to little henry he would positively squeal with glee. he would clutch his sides to keep from laughing so hard and just when the door had finally closed he would count to 5 and then push the button again. that little child did not even stop to think that someone would be in the lobby ready to throttle someone because there were no elevators...

Saddness Overwhelms My Soul...

You bring your cardboard boxes and tape. You slowly and machinely pick the stuff off the shelves, floor, out of the closets, and out of the drawers, you place it in the boxes until it is full, and then you start again. Over and over, soon, so soon all my things, my belongings, will be filed away, boxed away...when with I see all my stuff? How happy the reunion will be when I am in my new home, unpacking all my boxes, smiling as I lift each item out and whisper, "you've been gone a long time, I really missed you, thank goodness you're home..."

I Really Should Write In You More

And when I saw you, I'm not meaning whoever is reading this, because that would be quite odd, for me to take a pen and start writing in you...actually, I have no clue how I would write "in" you. no, you see, I was actually talking about my poor little blog.

I looked over some of the old entries trying to figure out how many comunity service hours I did for the mulch sale in march and I realized that I liked being able to look over my life and see what interesting aspects of it struck me as inspirational and I wrote about. so then I decided to write in you as much as possible, and with as many details about my day as possible...

Today I worked at the library. It was me and Tabitha's last day as evil little pages...we both brought our cameras and took 50,000 pictures of all the interesting places and things that we have grown to love in the past year. It's so interesting how I can look at a certain aisle in the library and recall dozens of memories that happened in there and dozens of conversations I've overheard or even been a part of. It's kind of sad, but at the same time poetic, to think about the fact that this library in my memories will soon only been in my memories, since they are starting the expansion as soon as I leave (or close enough, october 1st) is that crazy or what? Kara (the librarian) thought I was insane because I opened the freezer in the break room and took a picture of the spot where I had kept all of my burritos...heheheheh

My first job. My first - hm....what do you call it when you don't quit but you don't get fired? The polite term? Ahhh, I don't remember, but I shall have to start afresh when I move. I will have to find another job, but I don't think that I will ever have one quite as posh or nice as this one. This library system is awesome.

How I Wish I Were Mary Poppins With Her Magical Room Cleaning Snapping Fingers

My room is in horrible disarray. I am in the process of cleaning and de-cluttering it. But it seems to be taking forever. The reason that I am even doing this is because a whole bunch of my relatives are coming over...and staying. I think that one of them is actually staying in my room. And since I am one of those strange beings people most often label "teenagers" I have never really kept my room in pristine order or anything...

Everything is out of my closet...except for my clothes, or at least, half of my clothes, because the other half are lying across my big purple chair. I am supposed to be cleaning my room right now. But I just so happen to be doing a lovely thing called Stalling. I got on the computer for some odd reason, knowing that I had to go upstairs and clean my obnoxious room and this is what popped into my head, "oh dear, let's check on my blog, I don't think that I have updated it in quite some time...no, no, that simply CANNOT do..."

*Mental Conversation* = So here I am. I can't seem to tear myself away from the effect radio either...Skillet is playing, I love skillet. All the more reason to stay. No, no, I must go and clean my room, I do have this song on my iPod, why don't I just go upstairs and listen to it right now? Yes, that is a marvelous plan...follow-through now...follow-through...