Just so you all know.
I am gleefully leaving my computer and cellular device to fend for themselves as I enter the magical realm of spring break. And of course, DINEEE LAN!!!!!!! :D
Me? Excited?
HA!
.... you better believe it! ;)
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Monday, March 29, 2010
"Tears are the sweat to my spiritual exercise." (Best quote! :D)
Now on to slightly less noble matters.
Net Nanny must die. I log in. Password? Check. 'Verify'? Check. Twice. ... And then a few more times. Look. I've authorized you to check up on everything I do ok? Seriously... you don't need that many verifications Miss Nanny. I think you're just after the adrenaline rush from the feeling of power you get each time I have to submit to your authority. :p (That was not a happy tongue sticking outage. That was a mean, "I hate you Alf-Alfa" kind of sticking out my tongue face.)
Have a nice life stuck in this computer Miss Nanny.
Sincerely,
Frazzled Senior.
Now on to slightly less noble matters.
Net Nanny must die. I log in. Password? Check. 'Verify'? Check. Twice. ... And then a few more times. Look. I've authorized you to check up on everything I do ok? Seriously... you don't need that many verifications Miss Nanny. I think you're just after the adrenaline rush from the feeling of power you get each time I have to submit to your authority. :p (That was not a happy tongue sticking outage. That was a mean, "I hate you Alf-Alfa" kind of sticking out my tongue face.)
Have a nice life stuck in this computer Miss Nanny.
Sincerely,
Frazzled Senior.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Saturday is a special day.... how cliche.
Sad but true. :p
This morning I got up. Sorta. And I put contact solution in and got a drink and went back to bed. Sorta. Actually I got back into bed and watched Maid in Manhattan and decided I refuse to fall in love. Just remind me that all men in chick flicks have SCRIPTS and the ones in real life are ridiculous for a few more years. Maybe seven.
And then (here's where the cliche title comes in) I cleaned. A lot. Due to the wonder of going to Disney Land we are being manipulated into cleaning. See- when you take kids to Dinee Lan, you can pretty much convince them to do anything just before the trip. As if it's incentive. As if they'd really cancel spring break if one pillow was out of place- therefore making the house un-spotless. :p So I scrubbed tubs and toilets and floors and (here's the really impressive part) I even cleaned and ORGANIZED under my bed. :p I have labeled boxes now. Either I've been possessed with the cleaning demon of pre-spring break magnificence or I really just needed a distraction. I'm leaning toward the second. Three o'clock rolled around and I decided- huh. Maybe I should get ready for the day. Yeah, I'm slow... sue me. So I got ready and decided that I really didn't feel like going to the Young Women broadcast. Yes I know. I'm wicked. And you know what they say- NO one mourns the wicked. So I changed into a dress and I waltzed on over. And ya know what? It was beautiful. The spirit was so strong, and I realized perhaps (or in Erinspeak, mayhaps) it wasn't me who didn't want to go. Blast that Satan. He knows EXACTLY where i think he should go. :p Anyway, it was motivational and cute and courageous! I'm glad COURAGE is my word of 2010. :D
We came home, and Meg and I went on a Walmart run. Makeup called. We answered. (The chocolate called too but we're not gonna go there...) Upon our arrival home, Brianne had set up a wonderful 'cwire' (choir) concert, which was of course ridiculously adorable. She set up the stuffed animals and sang their songs giggling. We applauded- no encores... ("We want to eat dinner. No encores!" whispered rather urgently.) She took a few bows, we squished out of the storage closet that was temporarily transformed into a wonderful auditorium of total claustrophobia and then we eated pizza. The end.
Almost.
Now we're having parfaits (Now officially known as parfats, because if par means zero, I can eat all the 'zero-fats' I want and not feel one bit guilty! ;P)
Merry sabbath eve to all, and to all a goodnight!
This morning I got up. Sorta. And I put contact solution in and got a drink and went back to bed. Sorta. Actually I got back into bed and watched Maid in Manhattan and decided I refuse to fall in love. Just remind me that all men in chick flicks have SCRIPTS and the ones in real life are ridiculous for a few more years. Maybe seven.
And then (here's where the cliche title comes in) I cleaned. A lot. Due to the wonder of going to Disney Land we are being manipulated into cleaning. See- when you take kids to Dinee Lan, you can pretty much convince them to do anything just before the trip. As if it's incentive. As if they'd really cancel spring break if one pillow was out of place- therefore making the house un-spotless. :p So I scrubbed tubs and toilets and floors and (here's the really impressive part) I even cleaned and ORGANIZED under my bed. :p I have labeled boxes now. Either I've been possessed with the cleaning demon of pre-spring break magnificence or I really just needed a distraction. I'm leaning toward the second. Three o'clock rolled around and I decided- huh. Maybe I should get ready for the day. Yeah, I'm slow... sue me. So I got ready and decided that I really didn't feel like going to the Young Women broadcast. Yes I know. I'm wicked. And you know what they say- NO one mourns the wicked. So I changed into a dress and I waltzed on over. And ya know what? It was beautiful. The spirit was so strong, and I realized perhaps (or in Erinspeak, mayhaps) it wasn't me who didn't want to go. Blast that Satan. He knows EXACTLY where i think he should go. :p Anyway, it was motivational and cute and courageous! I'm glad COURAGE is my word of 2010. :D
We came home, and Meg and I went on a Walmart run. Makeup called. We answered. (The chocolate called too but we're not gonna go there...) Upon our arrival home, Brianne had set up a wonderful 'cwire' (choir) concert, which was of course ridiculously adorable. She set up the stuffed animals and sang their songs giggling. We applauded- no encores... ("We want to eat dinner. No encores!" whispered rather urgently.) She took a few bows, we squished out of the storage closet that was temporarily transformed into a wonderful auditorium of total claustrophobia and then we eated pizza. The end.
Almost.
Now we're having parfaits (Now officially known as parfats, because if par means zero, I can eat all the 'zero-fats' I want and not feel one bit guilty! ;P)
Merry sabbath eve to all, and to all a goodnight!
Friday, March 26, 2010
Dear Friends and Foes and all that good stuff,
It's snowing today. Yes, snow. In March- the end of March no less- but it's ok because better days are soon to come.
My birthday was rather quite lovely- Princess and the Frog? Best present ever. I have honestly watched it exactly 2.5 times since Monday. Obsession? Oh yeah.
At an appointment I had, one of my friends brought me balloons- which was very thoughtful of course, but it rained attention on me. Spotlights make me sweat. I don't love them exactly. I can comfortably bask in the edge of a spotlight... but when you're smack dab in the center of the million watt light it makes you turn a wee bit pink. :p
I started Elementary tutor, and therefore switched seminary to first hour which means I have Brother Eastmond which means awesome! He's a really great teacher, and it's a really fun group in that class. I'm rather quite happy about it. Although, I will admit I miss my seminary 'family'. I love those guys!
So. Wednesday. I went to North Elementary and was introduced. :) It was kind of fun. "Class, why do you think that we're both 'Miss Heap's'?" :p Is she your daughter? Mmm... close but not exactly. :p Cutest kids- I got to do the 'Fry Phrases'(?) (P.S those made me hungry for french fries. Understandable, no?) and then the reading booklet things where you time them to see how many words per minute they do. It was quite fun actually. :) Some of them practically gasped in order to get enough air in under .03 seconds so they could sprint-read. :p And then one little boy was honestly the most expressive and fun to listen to reader that I've ever met in a third-grade classroom. :p Cuteness. However, there is now a sad news I must tell.
Brace yourselves.
I went to North Elementary this morning and the office people told me all the kids were at a play. Huh. Can't really tutor a class without a class right? So I'm home blogging. :p
OH! Also, Wednesday was Region Solo and Ensemble... congrats to those who made it... cuz Mads didn't. :( We read through the judging sheets and it was all pretty much praise... so it doesn't quite click in my brain how they didn't send us. :p Oh well. It's not like I paid $90.00+ for this whole choir experience (which just so happened to NOT include any of the normal fun trips this year. Just my luck, eh? :p)
It was quite dramatic. Starting with people belting 'Wicked' songs on the trip up, to two people passing out(ok, so one pass out, one close call) in the middle of our performance, to running to Wendy's and spewing root beer from one's nostrils, to bawling and carrying on over not making it to State, to listening to very interesting renditions of Tarzan songs on the High School's front lawn... (EVERYONE kept singing random songs. Disney has been ruined for me. :p Just kiddin, but really. Look people, I know we're on a choir trip, but save the rock star singing for the pro's. K? There's only so much ibprofin you can take for these things. ;) )
And then yesterday I stayed home sickly. Again. Maybe I'm just crazy. (You're pathelogical... Paaathelogicalll... ;p) But I think I ate something that didn't love me very much and took vengence upon my stomach. And now (drum roll) It's friday! And Guess what ladie's and gent's?? Tuesday. Tuesday is a very special day. It's called the day we head to MAGICAL LAND! Spring break baby! Here I come! (THANK YOU SCHOOL BOARD FOR PUTTING SPRING BREAK RIGHT HERE IN THIS VERY SPOT! It must have been divine inspiration because I think I'm about to burst sometimes. And Disney Land is JUST what the Doctor ordered.)
Now: Because I can't really handle posting without pictures (It's a condition I have. Called illistrationitis. ;) ) We are now going to have a moment of happy silence as we get stoked for 'Dinee lan!' :D :D :D
My birthday was rather quite lovely- Princess and the Frog? Best present ever. I have honestly watched it exactly 2.5 times since Monday. Obsession? Oh yeah.
At an appointment I had, one of my friends brought me balloons- which was very thoughtful of course, but it rained attention on me. Spotlights make me sweat. I don't love them exactly. I can comfortably bask in the edge of a spotlight... but when you're smack dab in the center of the million watt light it makes you turn a wee bit pink. :p
I started Elementary tutor, and therefore switched seminary to first hour which means I have Brother Eastmond which means awesome! He's a really great teacher, and it's a really fun group in that class. I'm rather quite happy about it. Although, I will admit I miss my seminary 'family'. I love those guys!
So. Wednesday. I went to North Elementary and was introduced. :) It was kind of fun. "Class, why do you think that we're both 'Miss Heap's'?" :p Is she your daughter? Mmm... close but not exactly. :p Cutest kids- I got to do the 'Fry Phrases'(?) (P.S those made me hungry for french fries. Understandable, no?) and then the reading booklet things where you time them to see how many words per minute they do. It was quite fun actually. :) Some of them practically gasped in order to get enough air in under .03 seconds so they could sprint-read. :p And then one little boy was honestly the most expressive and fun to listen to reader that I've ever met in a third-grade classroom. :p Cuteness. However, there is now a sad news I must tell.
Brace yourselves.
I went to North Elementary this morning and the office people told me all the kids were at a play. Huh. Can't really tutor a class without a class right? So I'm home blogging. :p
OH! Also, Wednesday was Region Solo and Ensemble... congrats to those who made it... cuz Mads didn't. :( We read through the judging sheets and it was all pretty much praise... so it doesn't quite click in my brain how they didn't send us. :p Oh well. It's not like I paid $90.00+ for this whole choir experience (which just so happened to NOT include any of the normal fun trips this year. Just my luck, eh? :p)
It was quite dramatic. Starting with people belting 'Wicked' songs on the trip up, to two people passing out(ok, so one pass out, one close call) in the middle of our performance, to running to Wendy's and spewing root beer from one's nostrils, to bawling and carrying on over not making it to State, to listening to very interesting renditions of Tarzan songs on the High School's front lawn... (EVERYONE kept singing random songs. Disney has been ruined for me. :p Just kiddin, but really. Look people, I know we're on a choir trip, but save the rock star singing for the pro's. K? There's only so much ibprofin you can take for these things. ;) )
And then yesterday I stayed home sickly. Again. Maybe I'm just crazy. (You're pathelogical... Paaathelogicalll... ;p) But I think I ate something that didn't love me very much and took vengence upon my stomach. And now (drum roll) It's friday! And Guess what ladie's and gent's?? Tuesday. Tuesday is a very special day. It's called the day we head to MAGICAL LAND! Spring break baby! Here I come! (THANK YOU SCHOOL BOARD FOR PUTTING SPRING BREAK RIGHT HERE IN THIS VERY SPOT! It must have been divine inspiration because I think I'm about to burst sometimes. And Disney Land is JUST what the Doctor ordered.)
Now: Because I can't really handle posting without pictures (It's a condition I have. Called illistrationitis. ;) ) We are now going to have a moment of happy silence as we get stoked for 'Dinee lan!' :D :D :D
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Just so you know... I spied flowers. How exciting is that??
"Your purpose here on earth is not to make everyone else happy- that would be taking away their individual missions. Your purpose here is to pass your test so that you can go home to your Heavenly Father again..."
Just a few P.S's...
Yeah, I did a total freak out of excitement dance over the cute purple flowers in my front yard on Friday. It's perfectly normal to be excited for spring my friends... the dance moves, however, were probably a little less so on the 'normal' scale. :p
I have recently discovered that a little bit of red fingernail polish goes a long way in individuality-empowerment. :p
Being the Laurel president is starting to kick in a little, and the pressure is building a bit. I keep telling myself to breathe- because, ya know, that's what you sort of have to do in order to stay alive. But for some wonderful reason I'm perfectly capable of stressing myself out over nothing. :p
Graduation and College are no longer little specs on the horizon to me- no, now they're these giants looming right in front of my face. Odd.
I went ice skating with my friend for my birthday, which was quite fun actually. I only biffed it once! ;)
Just a few P.S's...
Yeah, I did a total freak out of excitement dance over the cute purple flowers in my front yard on Friday. It's perfectly normal to be excited for spring my friends... the dance moves, however, were probably a little less so on the 'normal' scale. :p
I have recently discovered that a little bit of red fingernail polish goes a long way in individuality-empowerment. :p
Being the Laurel president is starting to kick in a little, and the pressure is building a bit. I keep telling myself to breathe- because, ya know, that's what you sort of have to do in order to stay alive. But for some wonderful reason I'm perfectly capable of stressing myself out over nothing. :p
Graduation and College are no longer little specs on the horizon to me- no, now they're these giants looming right in front of my face. Odd.
I went ice skating with my friend for my birthday, which was quite fun actually. I only biffed it once! ;)
Saturday, March 20, 2010
:)/:( I finally understand those kinda masks.
My friend Tara is here. ( so :) applies). She's going into the army and leaves in July for basic. ( now :( comes along). We watched Dear John 
( :D/ :'( ) which was insanely awesomely emotional. BUT! It made me add yet another possibility into my list of maybe majors. Maybe I'll go into special education. I'm not sure I'd be good enough for it though. It would be a rather beautiful and inspirationally fulfilling occupation for sure. We sat in the theater for another ten minutes crying before we finally snuck out to find bathrooms. I sincerely apologize for all the theater dwellers who had to see the horrid sight of Shannon with cried off makeup. :p
Then we watched Bright Star (upon Tara's insistance.)
In case you haven't heard of it like I hadn't- it's a movie about John Keats' life. It's pretty good- mainly because it's kind of Jane Austen-y and her clothes are absolutely ridiculous sometimes. :p Fanny is a seamstress. Sort of. She designs and sews her own clothes- some of which are very interesting. Anyway, it's sort of a romance/tragedy/... I don't know what else. I'm not sure if I recommend it or not.
And the final reason for understanding the stupid smileyfrown masks:
I'm not surprised.
Not everything lasts.
I've broken my heart so many times I stopped keeping track.
Talk myself in.
I talk myself out.
I get all worked up, then I let myself down.
I tried so very hard not to lose it.
I came up with a million excuses.
I thought I thought of every possibility.
And I know someday that it'll all turn out.
You'll make me work so we can work to work it out.
And promise you, kid, that I'll give so much more than I get.
I just haven't met you yet.
Mmmm...
I might have to wait.
I'll never give up.
I guess it's half timing,
And the other half's luck.
Wherever you are.
Whenever it's right.
You'll come out of nowhere and into my life.
And I know that we can be so amazing.
And baby your is gonna change me.
And now I can see every possibility.
Mmmm...
But somehow I know that it'll all turn out.
And you'll make me work so we can work to work it out.
And I promise you, kid, that I'll give so much more than I get.
I just haven't met you yet.
They say all's fair.
And in love and war.
But I won't need to fight it.
We'll get it right and,
We'll be united.
And I know that we can be so amazing.
And being in your life is gonna change me.
And now I can see every single possibility, mmmm.
And someday I know it'll all turn out.
And I'll work to work it out.
Promise you, kid, I'll give more than I get,
Than I get, than I get, than I get.
Ohhh!
You know it'll all turn out.
And you'll make me work so we can work to work it out.
And I promise you, kid, that I'll give so much more than I get.
I just haven't met you yet.
I just haven't met you yet.
Ohh, promise you, kid, to give so much than I get.
(I said love, love, love, love...)
I just haven't met you yet
I just haven't met you yet.
Haha... so cute. So frustrating. Patience? I think yes.
But really... once upon a time I always had dreams of marrying someone. And I never could see his face- like he'd be reading a newspaper or something... ANYWAY. It just makes me excited for the future when all this stupid boy drama will be over and I'll have a best friend. Assuming I don't join a convent between now and then ;)
So whoever you are out there... I've recently decided it'll be your job to find me. Otherwise I'll lose my marbles trying. So I'm just gonna live my life... and keep singin, "I just haven't met you yet!" ;p
(Yes. I am completely aware how silly I sound. Frankly my dear Scarlet... I don't mind. ;P)
( :D/ :'( ) which was insanely awesomely emotional. BUT! It made me add yet another possibility into my list of maybe majors. Maybe I'll go into special education. I'm not sure I'd be good enough for it though. It would be a rather beautiful and inspirationally fulfilling occupation for sure. We sat in the theater for another ten minutes crying before we finally snuck out to find bathrooms. I sincerely apologize for all the theater dwellers who had to see the horrid sight of Shannon with cried off makeup. :p Then we watched Bright Star (upon Tara's insistance.)
In case you haven't heard of it like I hadn't- it's a movie about John Keats' life. It's pretty good- mainly because it's kind of Jane Austen-y and her clothes are absolutely ridiculous sometimes. :p Fanny is a seamstress. Sort of. She designs and sews her own clothes- some of which are very interesting. Anyway, it's sort of a romance/tragedy/... I don't know what else. I'm not sure if I recommend it or not. And the final reason for understanding the stupid smileyfrown masks:
I'm not surprised.
Not everything lasts.
I've broken my heart so many times I stopped keeping track.
Talk myself in.
I talk myself out.
I get all worked up, then I let myself down.
I tried so very hard not to lose it.
I came up with a million excuses.
I thought I thought of every possibility.
And I know someday that it'll all turn out.
You'll make me work so we can work to work it out.
And promise you, kid, that I'll give so much more than I get.
I just haven't met you yet.
Mmmm...
I might have to wait.
I'll never give up.
I guess it's half timing,
And the other half's luck.
Wherever you are.
Whenever it's right.
You'll come out of nowhere and into my life.
And I know that we can be so amazing.
And baby your is gonna change me.
And now I can see every possibility.
Mmmm...
But somehow I know that it'll all turn out.
And you'll make me work so we can work to work it out.
And I promise you, kid, that I'll give so much more than I get.
I just haven't met you yet.
They say all's fair.
And in love and war.
But I won't need to fight it.
We'll get it right and,
We'll be united.
And I know that we can be so amazing.
And being in your life is gonna change me.
And now I can see every single possibility, mmmm.
And someday I know it'll all turn out.
And I'll work to work it out.
Promise you, kid, I'll give more than I get,
Than I get, than I get, than I get.
Ohhh!
You know it'll all turn out.
And you'll make me work so we can work to work it out.
And I promise you, kid, that I'll give so much more than I get.
I just haven't met you yet.
I just haven't met you yet.
Ohh, promise you, kid, to give so much than I get.
(I said love, love, love, love...)
I just haven't met you yet
I just haven't met you yet.
Haha... so cute. So frustrating. Patience? I think yes.
But really... once upon a time I always had dreams of marrying someone. And I never could see his face- like he'd be reading a newspaper or something... ANYWAY. It just makes me excited for the future when all this stupid boy drama will be over and I'll have a best friend. Assuming I don't join a convent between now and then ;)
So whoever you are out there... I've recently decided it'll be your job to find me. Otherwise I'll lose my marbles trying. So I'm just gonna live my life... and keep singin, "I just haven't met you yet!" ;p
(Yes. I am completely aware how silly I sound. Frankly my dear Scarlet... I don't mind. ;P)
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Some SERIOUS indecisiveness.
Hello, and welcome to our program this afternoon. Today we are discussing indecisive teens and the choices they face.
Scenario number one: Favorites. Last night I went with Erin to her study session to help out with her poster (and take care of some fingernails, eh Er? ;p) and somehow we got on the subject of favorite music with some of the other study session-ees. Absolutely no one in America can find only one favorite song. Plus none of the fellow beans there could even think of what their favorite music. (Disclosure- I am one of those hypocritical people. I'm one of the ones who has to list off a top 100 list for favorites because I am- brace yourself- indecisive.)
Scenario number two: This morning a certain girl lay in bed- mostly because sometimes eyelids refuse to open- but partially because she couldn't think of what she wanted to wear. Explanation? For one, her pants are a problem. None of them fit. Ever. At all. Sorta. And the pair that she practically wore every single day ripped pretty intensely the day she went to Richfield for 1A basketball state games. So she bought a new pair there because not everyone appreciates seeing bright red panties. For two, sometimes one feels rather hippopot-of-something-ish. Aka Fat. And therefore you have to pick the shirts that require risking looking maternity-like in order to feel like you don't have to suck it in til you feel like you're a holocaust victim.
Scenario number three (the heart of this whole post) :p
What if someone presented you the possible option of picking a nice SLR camera, OR a laptop like you've always wanted for a birthday/graduation gift? And what if you couldn't for the life of you figure out which one would complete you? I mean... what if you picked the wrong one and your heart still had a hole that was void because of your mis-decision?? This is serious stuff people. :p Just sayin.
P.S I just wanted to say:
HOLY GRATEFULNESS FOR FRIDAY'S-EVE DAY (Thursday), And warmness and sunshine! SUNSHINE people- I had to roll down the windows when I was driving my fathers awesome truck (which I was also thankful for him letting me... :p) and the sun was practically slow baking my arm. Mmm... deliciously springful. I can't wait for GREEN and FLOWERS and beautiful white clouds popping out of the ridiculously blue skies. Isn't it funny how right on the brink of season changes it seems like life is just... perfect. Who cares if you're possibly being stupid and getting stuck in friend drama or if people make you want to barf or if the dull fluorescent (oxymoron?) lights of dear old Cedar High make the pigments in your skin slowly fade to the color of death, although that may be directly related to our sedentary lifestyles... in health classes. Isn't it grand? But really- when it started to cool off from Summer's playful weather into Autumn's golden easy going feeling... I could've sat on those stupid red benches outside of school smiling like a schizophrenic psycho for hours. :p Tis true... life's good. Don't believe anything else I say 'cause life is good. Sometimes I just look through the binoculars the wrong way. :p
Scenario number one: Favorites. Last night I went with Erin to her study session to help out with her poster (and take care of some fingernails, eh Er? ;p) and somehow we got on the subject of favorite music with some of the other study session-ees. Absolutely no one in America can find only one favorite song. Plus none of the fellow beans there could even think of what their favorite music. (Disclosure- I am one of those hypocritical people. I'm one of the ones who has to list off a top 100 list for favorites because I am- brace yourself- indecisive.)
Scenario number two: This morning a certain girl lay in bed- mostly because sometimes eyelids refuse to open- but partially because she couldn't think of what she wanted to wear. Explanation? For one, her pants are a problem. None of them fit. Ever. At all. Sorta. And the pair that she practically wore every single day ripped pretty intensely the day she went to Richfield for 1A basketball state games. So she bought a new pair there because not everyone appreciates seeing bright red panties. For two, sometimes one feels rather hippopot-of-something-ish. Aka Fat. And therefore you have to pick the shirts that require risking looking maternity-like in order to feel like you don't have to suck it in til you feel like you're a holocaust victim.
Scenario number three (the heart of this whole post) :p
What if someone presented you the possible option of picking a nice SLR camera, OR a laptop like you've always wanted for a birthday/graduation gift? And what if you couldn't for the life of you figure out which one would complete you? I mean... what if you picked the wrong one and your heart still had a hole that was void because of your mis-decision?? This is serious stuff people. :p Just sayin.
P.S I just wanted to say:
HOLY GRATEFULNESS FOR FRIDAY'S-EVE DAY (Thursday), And warmness and sunshine! SUNSHINE people- I had to roll down the windows when I was driving my fathers awesome truck (which I was also thankful for him letting me... :p) and the sun was practically slow baking my arm. Mmm... deliciously springful. I can't wait for GREEN and FLOWERS and beautiful white clouds popping out of the ridiculously blue skies. Isn't it funny how right on the brink of season changes it seems like life is just... perfect. Who cares if you're possibly being stupid and getting stuck in friend drama or if people make you want to barf or if the dull fluorescent (oxymoron?) lights of dear old Cedar High make the pigments in your skin slowly fade to the color of death, although that may be directly related to our sedentary lifestyles... in health classes. Isn't it grand? But really- when it started to cool off from Summer's playful weather into Autumn's golden easy going feeling... I could've sat on those stupid red benches outside of school smiling like a schizophrenic psycho for hours. :p Tis true... life's good. Don't believe anything else I say 'cause life is good. Sometimes I just look through the binoculars the wrong way. :p
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