Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Singers...
My church had singers from a university come and sing. One of the boys had this voice like Justin Beiber. No, seriously, and it wasn't even AutoTune... eek... It was really hard to keep a straight face...
Good or Bad First?
Good news- that guys I was talking about, I caught him today and stalked him to his car...
Bad news- his mother was coming up behind us, and I think she thinks there's something going on...
Bad news- his mother was coming up behind us, and I think she thinks there's something going on...
Pool
I read Sammie's blog, and it reminded me to post about the swimming thing we had.
I didn't want to see X-Men, and I probably wouldn't have been allowed to, anyway. So I met up with them at the theater, then we drove to their neighborhood pool.
On the way there, I was reading the book on Akiane Kramarik. It's so amazing... I personally believe everything she says. How can someone that young have such insight on everything? Sam also let me borrow "Antic Spring," a one-act play, and two duets, "Sure Thing" (which I really don't get, and really don't like) and "Missed Connections" (which I did like).
When we got there, I saw the pool and thought, "Wow. Fun. This is so small!"
We kind of sat around and talked for about thirty minutes, partly because I didn't really want to swim right then, and Invisi didn't have her swimsuit, so I decided to just talk to her... Then when I did want to swim, I went to find the bathroom. And it was OLD. It had one of those lights that had a timer on it, so I set it for twenty minutes.
Then I was curious on how I wanted to jump in. I thought of many things before just jumping in. Yep, creative. Exactly what I was going for. Then Sam explained that the broken-down wooden box on the edge of the pool served as the diving board.
I wanted to see more of the pool, so I put on my goggles and looked underwater. It was one of those pools that sloped from five feet to nine.
Then I was thinking about attempting a dive off the diving *ahem* board, but diving's one of those things where the more you think about it, the less you want to do it. Like a hurdle. But after you do it, you're good with it.
"Just go, Annasophie!" -Sam
"Just go, Annasophie!" -Invisi
"I'll push you in if you don't go!" -Jestar
So I was about to just cannonball when Jestar ran up behind me and shoved me in.
Eventually, Sam and I start to take turns dramatically falling into the water. You know, like in movies, how they slowly go all *floating magically down*. Sam went, and she kept going down, and down... then she sat on the bottom of the nine-foot pool, then sprung right back up. It was hilarious! It was really fun, too.
Then Invisi got her swimsuit, and we all played with the noodles and everything. We all left about thirty minutes after we were supposed to.
Jestar was supposed to leave at 5:30, but he stayed until 6:00. Invisi and I were supposed to leave at 6:00, but, instead, we left at 6:30, all thanks to parents being friends!
So, yay, that was what we did.
It was fun.
I didn't want to see X-Men, and I probably wouldn't have been allowed to, anyway. So I met up with them at the theater, then we drove to their neighborhood pool.
On the way there, I was reading the book on Akiane Kramarik. It's so amazing... I personally believe everything she says. How can someone that young have such insight on everything? Sam also let me borrow "Antic Spring," a one-act play, and two duets, "Sure Thing" (which I really don't get, and really don't like) and "Missed Connections" (which I did like).
When we got there, I saw the pool and thought, "Wow. Fun. This is so small!"
We kind of sat around and talked for about thirty minutes, partly because I didn't really want to swim right then, and Invisi didn't have her swimsuit, so I decided to just talk to her... Then when I did want to swim, I went to find the bathroom. And it was OLD. It had one of those lights that had a timer on it, so I set it for twenty minutes.
Then I was curious on how I wanted to jump in. I thought of many things before just jumping in. Yep, creative. Exactly what I was going for. Then Sam explained that the broken-down wooden box on the edge of the pool served as the diving board.
I wanted to see more of the pool, so I put on my goggles and looked underwater. It was one of those pools that sloped from five feet to nine.
Then I was thinking about attempting a dive off the diving *ahem* board, but diving's one of those things where the more you think about it, the less you want to do it. Like a hurdle. But after you do it, you're good with it.
"Just go, Annasophie!" -Sam
"Just go, Annasophie!" -Invisi
"I'll push you in if you don't go!" -Jestar
So I was about to just cannonball when Jestar ran up behind me and shoved me in.
Eventually, Sam and I start to take turns dramatically falling into the water. You know, like in movies, how they slowly go all *floating magically down*. Sam went, and she kept going down, and down... then she sat on the bottom of the nine-foot pool, then sprung right back up. It was hilarious! It was really fun, too.
Then Invisi got her swimsuit, and we all played with the noodles and everything. We all left about thirty minutes after we were supposed to.
Jestar was supposed to leave at 5:30, but he stayed until 6:00. Invisi and I were supposed to leave at 6:00, but, instead, we left at 6:30, all thanks to parents being friends!
So, yay, that was what we did.
It was fun.
'Antic Spring'
I got a script from Sam called 'Antic Spring.' (Well, I didn't technically "get" it, I'm just borrowing.) It's basically about six spunky teenagers who go on a picnic.
I LOVE the character named Blossom. She's so... me. And I LOVE how she closes up the play.
GO BLOSSOM!!
But how would Junior High have done it? It wouldn't have been as good...
I LOVE the character named Blossom. She's so... me. And I LOVE how she closes up the play.
GO BLOSSOM!!
But how would Junior High have done it? It wouldn't have been as good...
My Day Today!
Today Ch1k3n and I went out with Erin and Bran's family (the one from Thailand). We did all of the following-
~Went to the WBS building and ate lunch there, for some reason...
~Climbed on really tall cut squares of rocks (probably each one was from five to six feet tall).
~Listened to 'Testify to Love' on Erin's iTouch.
~Took pictures with Erin's iTouch.
~Basically just played with Erin's iTouch.
~Drove down to a town called Invisible.
~Saw a sign that said, "No Lifeguards. Swim at your own risk." Funny thing was, there wasn't any water around.
~Went home. So the four of us kids were in the back, where there are really only three seats. It started our uncomfortable, but then got worse when Erin and Bran started to fall asleep, then spread out over more than their share of space. Then Ch1k3n started to get annoyed, and started nudging me off the seat. He thought he had no room. He had a good two square feet, while I had less than half a foot. I was half on the edge of the seat, and half just not even on the seat at all. And you know that feel whenever your knees go the wrong direction and a tendon or something feels strange, like it shouldn't be pulled that way? Yep, I had to deal with the the whole thirty minutes home, while everyone else was enjoying their mid-day nap.
~Went to Freddy's for frozen custard. A-M-A-Z-I-N-G.
~Went to Wendy's, after the boy's complaining that they didn't have enough lunch. There, I took pictures of Erin eating her hamburger. Only three turned out good, and they were HILARIOUS.
So there's my day for you.
How about yours?
~Went to the WBS building and ate lunch there, for some reason...
~Climbed on really tall cut squares of rocks (probably each one was from five to six feet tall).
~Listened to 'Testify to Love' on Erin's iTouch.
~Took pictures with Erin's iTouch.
~Basically just played with Erin's iTouch.
~Drove down to a town called Invisible.
~Saw a sign that said, "No Lifeguards. Swim at your own risk." Funny thing was, there wasn't any water around.
~Went home. So the four of us kids were in the back, where there are really only three seats. It started our uncomfortable, but then got worse when Erin and Bran started to fall asleep, then spread out over more than their share of space. Then Ch1k3n started to get annoyed, and started nudging me off the seat. He thought he had no room. He had a good two square feet, while I had less than half a foot. I was half on the edge of the seat, and half just not even on the seat at all. And you know that feel whenever your knees go the wrong direction and a tendon or something feels strange, like it shouldn't be pulled that way? Yep, I had to deal with the the whole thirty minutes home, while everyone else was enjoying their mid-day nap.
~Went to Freddy's for frozen custard. A-M-A-Z-I-N-G.
~Went to Wendy's, after the boy's complaining that they didn't have enough lunch. There, I took pictures of Erin eating her hamburger. Only three turned out good, and they were HILARIOUS.
So there's my day for you.
How about yours?
Monday, June 27, 2011
Today!!
I am excited about today.
Kind of.
SAM, YOU'D BETTER BRING ALL THE BOOKS AND SCRIPTS!!!!
Thank you.
Have a nice day.
Kind of.
SAM, YOU'D BETTER BRING ALL THE BOOKS AND SCRIPTS!!!!
Thank you.
Have a nice day.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Someone Please Help! (although I already have Jestar's advice)
Something's on my mind, and I don't know how to get it off. I need help, and someone to tell me what to do.
There's this kid at my church, his name is Mason and he kinda has a bad reputation for being annoying and... yeah. (He's one grade younger than me) and he's really not that bad.
He's actually a really good kid, but no one knows that. And it drives me completely crazy cause everyone's all mean to him.
And today at church a kid named Grace was down the pew and wrote "Mason is a FREAK" really big on a piece of paper and passed it to the kid next to me. Then the girl wrote something (I didn't see it) and passed it back.
Then when we stood up to sing Grace put the note behind her and Mason was standing behind her and he saw the note, and then he was really really really... sad, I guess?
I don't know what to do. I want Mason to know that he can trust me and that I'm always here but I can never catch him when there's no one around... I just don't know what to do. I want people to see that he's actually a good person. Okay, I'm done.
There's this kid at my church, his name is Mason and he kinda has a bad reputation for being annoying and... yeah. (He's one grade younger than me) and he's really not that bad.
He's actually a really good kid, but no one knows that. And it drives me completely crazy cause everyone's all mean to him.
And today at church a kid named Grace was down the pew and wrote "Mason is a FREAK" really big on a piece of paper and passed it to the kid next to me. Then the girl wrote something (I didn't see it) and passed it back.
Then when we stood up to sing Grace put the note behind her and Mason was standing behind her and he saw the note, and then he was really really really... sad, I guess?
I don't know what to do. I want Mason to know that he can trust me and that I'm always here but I can never catch him when there's no one around... I just don't know what to do. I want people to see that he's actually a good person. Okay, I'm done.
Saturday, June 25, 2011
For Sammie
Sam, yeah, can I please borrow pretty much all the scripts you have, plus the book on Akiane Kramarik?
Thailand and Bears
Sooooooo... yep.
I have people from Thailand over...
aaaaaaaand...
We watched Flipped and A Walk to Remember. Both were really, really good!
I also got bit by a bear.
Okay, not really, it was a dog named Bear. Still, it hurt.
I have people from Thailand over...
aaaaaaaand...
We watched Flipped and A Walk to Remember. Both were really, really good!
I also got bit by a bear.
Okay, not really, it was a dog named Bear. Still, it hurt.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
YES!!!!!!!!
Yes! I got my Hotmail to work!
Except for the fact that it does wierd stuff like makes a new message when I click 'Reply.'
Except for the fact that it does wierd stuff like makes a new message when I click 'Reply.'
Mics and Ninjas
Someone came over to our house to record a radio commercial, so I got to play around with the recording equipment. The microphone was so strong you could hear every little sound, and when you talked into it with the headphones on, it was all echo-ey.
I read Wilbur's lines from Charlotte's Web (well, at least the ones that I liked) and Alan's lines from This is a Test.
And I knew my two neighbors, Zoey and Aviator would like it, so I brought them over and they played around on it, too. Aviator made up a song and sang it, and it was good. Not kidding. She's, like, seven and her voice is really mature, and she makes up really inspiring songs with really musical melodies.
Then what did we do?
Dress up as ninjas and stalk our block.
I read Wilbur's lines from Charlotte's Web (well, at least the ones that I liked) and Alan's lines from This is a Test.
And I knew my two neighbors, Zoey and Aviator would like it, so I brought them over and they played around on it, too. Aviator made up a song and sang it, and it was good. Not kidding. She's, like, seven and her voice is really mature, and she makes up really inspiring songs with really musical melodies.
Then what did we do?
Dress up as ninjas and stalk our block.
My Studio!!
I set up a microphone (a real recording kind, not the kind that... not the standard kind that you hold) in my room and have headphones, and I call it my studio. I hope I can get more things in there (we have, like, everything, I just need to figure out what will make it even more like a real studio) and... yep.
Meanwhile, I'm reading Wilbur's lines out of Charlotte's Web (I was doing Fern, but then she doesn't have many lines) and Anastasia's lines from 100 Cupboards. I read for an hour last night, and it really does feel like I'm recording for a character's voice.
I want to go through This is a Test for Alan's lines, but... it'll make me mad that I didn't get the part.
So I'll ask again-- Sam?? Please, can I borrow your scripts?? (Skandie-- really, they don't let you keep the scripts? They let us keep ours!) Thank you!
PS- that isn't a picture of my studio, it's just a picture of some other studio.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
GUESS!!!!!!????????????
So guess what I found out was fun??
You'll never guess.
So I'll tell you.
I like to get a michrophone, headphones, and all these lights (all really expensive and high-tech) in my dad's video studio. Then I choose a character in a book and read the lines like I'm recording for an animated movie.
It's.
So.
Much.
Fun.
I wonder just how competitive it is out there...
Sam and Skandie, can I please borrow some scripts from the past Junior High plays?? PWEEZE??????
You'll never guess.
So I'll tell you.
I like to get a michrophone, headphones, and all these lights (all really expensive and high-tech) in my dad's video studio. Then I choose a character in a book and read the lines like I'm recording for an animated movie.
It's.
So.
Much.
Fun.
I wonder just how competitive it is out there...
Sam and Skandie, can I please borrow some scripts from the past Junior High plays?? PWEEZE??????
Avalon AGAIN!!
I just feel like posting this. The blondie is Michael Passons. The other guy is Greg Long. I'm trying to figure out which one is the one that sings a certain version of Testify to Love. I think it's Greg. I don't know!! I'm trying to figure it out, though...
Oh, Ch1k3n...
Yup, Ch1k3n is in BIIIIIG trouble. Not at the moment, because he's at camp.
But we just found out that he used Hamachi to get on Minecraft for eight or nine hours every day.
Let me explain.
Minecraft probably needs some sort of internet connection, and we have SafeEyes, a software monitoring our internet time.
So the genius (aka Ch1k3n) decided that no one would notice if he downloaded Hamachi and used that.
Yep, he was wrong.
And he'll have a nice little punishment waiting for him once he gets home.
But we just found out that he used Hamachi to get on Minecraft for eight or nine hours every day.
Let me explain.
Minecraft probably needs some sort of internet connection, and we have SafeEyes, a software monitoring our internet time.
So the genius (aka Ch1k3n) decided that no one would notice if he downloaded Hamachi and used that.
Yep, he was wrong.
And he'll have a nice little punishment waiting for him once he gets home.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
*snicker*
Hahahaha!
I took pictures of a rhino sculpture, and I am planning on sending them to Izzy!
(This picture isn't the one I took; it's just a random rhino.)
MIND. BLOWN!!!!!
Did you know that this friday, the 24th, is International Fairy Day?
I found this in my calendar, which actually only labels stuff like 'Christmas' and 'Daylight Savings Begins.'
Nice to know the calendar company cares about fairies.
I found this in my calendar, which actually only labels stuff like 'Christmas' and 'Daylight Savings Begins.'
Nice to know the calendar company cares about fairies.
Song!
Okay, if you guys have not yet listened to this song, then you have to, cause I'll probably be talking about it a lot.
I bet only Sam will listen to it, anyway. You guys don't even...
Anyway, here it is--
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dW9OZJpLYr8
I bet only Sam will listen to it, anyway. You guys don't even...
Anyway, here it is--
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dW9OZJpLYr8
Monday, June 20, 2011
TYE-DYE!!!!!!!
One of my friends from across the world is over, and we made tye-dye shirts. I am very happy with them. I don't like the fake tye-dye shirts that are too perfect. Real tye-dye actually has while spots.
I don't know why I even bothered to say that, but... okay, bye.
I don't know why I even bothered to say that, but... okay, bye.
By the Say?
Sorry, Sam, I confused you with a type.
On the post about the Blind Girl or wherever, the whole 'by the say' thing. I fixed it now.
On the post about the Blind Girl or wherever, the whole 'by the say' thing. I fixed it now.
Aceyou Story
I'm just now realizing you guys are going to have a big hunk of Aceyou camp story thrown at you.
I made a list of EVERYTHING that I remember from it, and I put them in order and separated them into chapters. I'm not even done classifying everything, and there are already 23 chapters. That doesn't mean anything, though, cause some chapters will be waaaaaaaay shorter than others.
I made a list of EVERYTHING that I remember from it, and I put them in order and separated them into chapters. I'm not even done classifying everything, and there are already 23 chapters. That doesn't mean anything, though, cause some chapters will be waaaaaaaay shorter than others.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Winnie the Pooh?
Sam, the whole thing about Robin and Chris?
Does that have something to do with Winnie the Pooh, or am I just confused?
Does that have something to do with Winnie the Pooh, or am I just confused?
...Vat...??
Laughing sounds are coming from my dad's workroom.
Sounds like a video.
I'd really like to know what he's watching.
Sounds like a video.
I'd really like to know what he's watching.
Sammie's Writings
By the way, Sammie, I memorized your Diary of a Blind Girl.
First I read it out loud when I was home alone.
Then I realized exactly how fun it was.
Then I read it out loud again.
And again.
And then I memorized it.
First I read it out loud when I was home alone.
Then I realized exactly how fun it was.
Then I read it out loud again.
And again.
And then I memorized it.
Testify to Love
Testify To Love
All the colors of the rainbow
All of voices of the wind
Every dream that reaches out
That reaches out to find where love begins
Every word of every story
Every star in every sky
Every corner of creation lives to testify
For as long as I shall live
I will testify to love
I'll be a witness in the silences when words are not enough
With every breath I take I will give thanks to God above
For as long as I shall live
I will testify to love
From the mountains to the valleys
From the rivers to the sea
Every hand that reaches out
Every hand that reaches out to offer peace
Every simple act of mercy
Every step to kingdom come
All the Hope in every heart will,speak what love has done
O-Oh Ohhh
For as long as I shall live
I will testify to love
I'll be a witness in the silences when words are not enough
With every breath I take I will give thanks to God above
For as long as I shall live
I will testify to love
Colors of the rainbow
Voices of the wind
Heaven reaches out where love begins
Word of every story
Star in every sky
All creation testify
Mountains to the valleys
Rivers to the sea
Heaven reaches out to offer peace
Simple act of mercy
Kingdom come
Every heart will speak what love has done
Colors of the rainbow
Voices of the wind
Heaven reaches out where love begins
Word of every story
Star in every sky
All creation testify
For as long as I shall live
I will testify to love
I'll be a witness in the silences when words are not enough
With every breath I take I will give thanks to God above
For as long as I shall live
I will test------------------ify
For as long as I shall live
I will testify to love
I'll be a witness in the silences when words are not enough
With every breath I take I will give thanks to God above
For as long as I shall live
I will testify to love
For as long as I shall live
I will testify to love
I'll be a witness in the silences when words are not enough
With every breath I take I will give thanks to God above
For as long as I shall live
I will testify to love!
All the colors of the rainbow
All of voices of the wind
Every dream that reaches out
That reaches out to find where love begins
Every word of every story
Every star in every sky
Every corner of creation lives to testify
For as long as I shall live
I will testify to love
I'll be a witness in the silences when words are not enough
With every breath I take I will give thanks to God above
For as long as I shall live
I will testify to love
From the mountains to the valleys
From the rivers to the sea
Every hand that reaches out
Every hand that reaches out to offer peace
Every simple act of mercy
Every step to kingdom come
All the Hope in every heart will,speak what love has done
O-Oh Ohhh
For as long as I shall live
I will testify to love
I'll be a witness in the silences when words are not enough
With every breath I take I will give thanks to God above
For as long as I shall live
I will testify to love
Colors of the rainbow
Voices of the wind
Heaven reaches out where love begins
Word of every story
Star in every sky
All creation testify
Mountains to the valleys
Rivers to the sea
Heaven reaches out to offer peace
Simple act of mercy
Kingdom come
Every heart will speak what love has done
Colors of the rainbow
Voices of the wind
Heaven reaches out where love begins
Word of every story
Star in every sky
All creation testify
For as long as I shall live
I will testify to love
I'll be a witness in the silences when words are not enough
With every breath I take I will give thanks to God above
For as long as I shall live
I will test------------------ify
For as long as I shall live
I will testify to love
I'll be a witness in the silences when words are not enough
With every breath I take I will give thanks to God above
For as long as I shall live
I will testify to love
For as long as I shall live
I will testify to love
I'll be a witness in the silences when words are not enough
With every breath I take I will give thanks to God above
For as long as I shall live
I will testify to love!
Number
I am so happy now.
At church I got phone numbers for people at camp from someone else...
Cause I didn't have my phone with me that one day...
You'll see later.
Maybe I'll post all about Aceyou camp on Sophie's Stories instead. Cause it's going to be looooooong.
At church I got phone numbers for people at camp from someone else...
Cause I didn't have my phone with me that one day...
You'll see later.
Maybe I'll post all about Aceyou camp on Sophie's Stories instead. Cause it's going to be looooooong.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Testify to Love!!
I LOVE this song that they played at camp--
It's called 'Testify to Love.'
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dW9OZJpLYr8
Listen to it, get into it, dance to it, and love it.
It means sooo much to me now... *sigh*
It's called 'Testify to Love.'
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dW9OZJpLYr8
Listen to it, get into it, dance to it, and love it.
It means sooo much to me now... *sigh*
*FRUSTRATION*
Blogger isn't letting me comment, and it's ANNOYING me cause Elizabeth made a blog and I can't comment on it!!
Friday, June 17, 2011
AMAZING
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zwwpwY4lyOo
This little girl really knows God. I don't see how you can watch this and still not believe.
"Halleyulah! HalleYUlah! I'm happy with joy! I'm happy with joy! Thank you, God!"
This little girl really knows God. I don't see how you can watch this and still not believe.
"Halleyulah! HalleYUlah! I'm happy with joy! I'm happy with joy! Thank you, God!"
Explains It ALL for Itself
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=slO7dDwB9jA
You can thank Dale for showing this to us!!
I personally LOVE it because it give me really good memories. (You'll find out why later.)
You can thank Dale for showing this to us!!
I personally LOVE it because it give me really good memories. (You'll find out why later.)
ACEYOU CAMP!!!
AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH
I just got back from Aceyou camp, and it was AMAZING!!
I met SOOOOO many amazing people there that I can't even IMAGINE living without!
Like Whale, Dale, Bale... They all rhyme.
Hmmm.
Anyway, I'll be writing ALL about camp (which will be LOOOOOOOONG cause between every meal it felt like an entire day, no kidding. So it was four days packed into one.) and I'll post them in chapters backwards so you can read it in order.
I just got back from Aceyou camp, and it was AMAZING!!
I met SOOOOO many amazing people there that I can't even IMAGINE living without!
Like Whale, Dale, Bale... They all rhyme.
Hmmm.
Anyway, I'll be writing ALL about camp (which will be LOOOOOOOONG cause between every meal it felt like an entire day, no kidding. So it was four days packed into one.) and I'll post them in chapters backwards so you can read it in order.
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Aelita Andre
This artist's more abstract.
Most would say that it's just splatters, but only a great artist can make such a playful movement in a painting with an artistic sense of color spacing.
Her name's Aelita Andre, and she's only three years old.
I personally think that she kinda plays with the paint a little too much, but she knows what she's doing when she's actually painting.
Up there is her painting, Butterfly Nebula.
I like Akiane Kramarik better, but Aelita is really good in abstract.
Skandie?
We need to do some sort of fundraising for Skandar.
Let's not call it 'fundraising' cause that seems to... generic.
We're the Dysfuncional Family, we can't have anything generic.
So, any ideas of how we should go about doing this?
Skandie, how are you planning to do it?
Let's not call it 'fundraising' cause that seems to... generic.
We're the Dysfuncional Family, we can't have anything generic.
So, any ideas of how we should go about doing this?
Skandie, how are you planning to do it?
...*pweese?*...
SAM SAM SAM SAM
I NEEEEEEEEEEDS to borrow your book on Akiane Kramarik!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I NEEEEEEEEEEDS to borrow your book on Akiane Kramarik!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Camp and Stuff...
Tomorrow I'm going off to camp until Friday, so I won't be posting anytime soon.
But I was packing, and I decided I needed something else.
So I went to the store, got two bags of chips (my friend who's going to be my roommate, wanted me to bring food, too) and...
*drumroll, please...*
A coloring book!
Guess what I've been doing all morning.
But I was packing, and I decided I needed something else.
So I went to the store, got two bags of chips (my friend who's going to be my roommate, wanted me to bring food, too) and...
*drumroll, please...*
A coloring book!
Guess what I've been doing all morning.
Friday, June 10, 2011
Akiane Kramarik
Skandie showed me this amazing painter, Akiane Kramarik.
I won't even begin to try to describe her artwork, so go check it out for yourself.
http://www.artakiane.com/gallery
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
For NARNIA and NINJAS!!
I was at Nikki's house last night, Jewel's friend Carl was over, and I had a great idea. (Brace yourselves.) I got a Narnian costume, complete with armor, a viking hat, a plastic sword, a shield, and a stick horse. The two kids also kind of made their own costumes (Jewel was Little Red Ridinghood Narnian style, but Nikki chickened out on the dress-up.) So we ran down the street, swords raised, yelling, "FOR NARNIA AND FOR ASLAN!!!!"
Many times Carl turned to Nikki and asked, "Is she scared of ANYTHING??" and Nikki would simply say, "No." But Carl should've seen Sam. Sam... Sam completely knocks me out of the question. (That's a compliment.) But Carl was pretty good, because she knew that we should start acting up as ninjas/Narnians when people were around. I think she will be a very successful Sam when she gets older.
And then we went dressed as ninjas. Except for Nikki, of course. I had pants on my head, tied to look like a ninja mask, and all black long-sleeved clothes. Oh, yeah, I'd better not forget the plastic ninja sword. But it was really getting hot in the clothes and the fuzz on the pants getting into my mouth didn't help. But at least I have ninja training from my mom (dance class, Sam knows some, too) so I was a pretty impressive ninja.
We just gave Nikki an excuse for not dressing up- she would be the "normal" person and say, "Hi," when we walked by people so they wouldn't think we're a bunch of creepy people and call the police. You never know what would happen.
I wonder if anyone will post about us on MLIA. That's my goal. Cause on MLIA it's funnier if people post about random people, instead of posting about themselves.
So, yep, that's what I've been teaching small, innocent children. Now they know that it is, in fact, fun to dress up outlandishly and stalk the streets. Good day.
Many times Carl turned to Nikki and asked, "Is she scared of ANYTHING??" and Nikki would simply say, "No." But Carl should've seen Sam. Sam... Sam completely knocks me out of the question. (That's a compliment.) But Carl was pretty good, because she knew that we should start acting up as ninjas/Narnians when people were around. I think she will be a very successful Sam when she gets older.
And then we went dressed as ninjas. Except for Nikki, of course. I had pants on my head, tied to look like a ninja mask, and all black long-sleeved clothes. Oh, yeah, I'd better not forget the plastic ninja sword. But it was really getting hot in the clothes and the fuzz on the pants getting into my mouth didn't help. But at least I have ninja training from my mom (dance class, Sam knows some, too) so I was a pretty impressive ninja.
We just gave Nikki an excuse for not dressing up- she would be the "normal" person and say, "Hi," when we walked by people so they wouldn't think we're a bunch of creepy people and call the police. You never know what would happen.
I wonder if anyone will post about us on MLIA. That's my goal. Cause on MLIA it's funnier if people post about random people, instead of posting about themselves.
So, yep, that's what I've been teaching small, innocent children. Now they know that it is, in fact, fun to dress up outlandishly and stalk the streets. Good day.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
@Sam (once again, but this time it isn't about poems)
Thanks... with the whole "letting go" thing.
I understand better now.
And as far as I can help it, you guys will always be part of my future, and I'll never want to let you go. So far in my life I haven't met anyone just like you guys.
A combination of a near-crazed girl, an almost-published author, and a... rather undescribable boy...
Yep, you guys are definately ideal friends. Most importantly, you guys never give up on anyone, ever.
So thanks. :)
I understand better now.
And as far as I can help it, you guys will always be part of my future, and I'll never want to let you go. So far in my life I haven't met anyone just like you guys.
A combination of a near-crazed girl, an almost-published author, and a... rather undescribable boy...
Yep, you guys are definately ideal friends. Most importantly, you guys never give up on anyone, ever.
So thanks. :)
DON'T CRY, PEOPLE!!
That's what's good about it; I know that you guys are always here, and I'm always part of our little 'Woods of Brent Blogger Crew,' although more than half of us aren't even at the Woods of Brent anymore and one (Invisi) kinda dropped out on us...
DON'T CRY SAM I'LL STILL SEE YOU EVERY SATURDAY!!!! (and hopefully still continue to tie your shoelaces! :P
DON'T CRY SAM I'LL STILL SEE YOU EVERY SATURDAY!!!! (and hopefully still continue to tie your shoelaces! :P
Woods of Brent
It's not that I think that people won't miss me, it's just I'm kinda upset that no one really noticed me while I was there. When I say I'm going to leave everyone's all, "What?" and then starts treating me differently. (Not you guys.) But if they really wanted me to know "how great I am" then why didn't they just show it to me while I was still there? I kinda feel like they're all preassured to say how much I mean to Brentwood, but think about it-- all this time what have I been able to do? One of my best talents at the Woods of Brent is my flute.
And I think that Plard disrespects me, because what has he done for me? Let me play a duet with Polly. That's all. Nothing else. That's IT. My four years of flute, and that's all he does. He didn't teach me how to play, I went and got a private teacher. Oh, another thing he did for me-- brought me to all-region. But he brought all of us to all region, so that doesn't help all that much.
And no one's said anything about my writing except for Mrs. Nest, after she figured out that I was going to leave.
Mrs. Morin is actually probably the only one that's actually recognized my talent in the arts. Even so, last year she let Nikki go to competition in the 8th grade level, and I was stuck in the 7th. Okay, then, fine. I don't care. At least I got to go.
I'm not even a good student, my grades are pretty bad. I would say who always gets the same grades as me, but then that'd kinda ruin my reputation as "smart". But after the teachers finds out I'm leaving, they say, "Oh, but you were such a good student!"
Yeah, right.
If you want to prove something to me, you kinda have to do that BEFORE I go.
It feels like it's all kind of forced.
I was a nobody until the last two months in which everyone knew I was leaving. Don't say I wasn't, cause what was I chosen for? It was always the same people that the teachers like the most-- Mad, Hale, Nikki, Megs, TyTy. Right? Yeah. Don't deny it, I never was in that group. And I guess I don't even want to have, because they all turn out thinking they're better than everyone else.
So at Circle Stone High, I'll just be the same nobody, cause there'll be, oh, maybe just a few hundred other nobody kids to blend in with.
I'm not saying I am no one. I know the talents I have, I just don't want to flaunt them. I know what all I can do, I just don't show them off. That's not what's supposed to happen, you aren't supposed to show off.
So I won't.
I'll just sit back and wait for it to all be over.
And I think that Plard disrespects me, because what has he done for me? Let me play a duet with Polly. That's all. Nothing else. That's IT. My four years of flute, and that's all he does. He didn't teach me how to play, I went and got a private teacher. Oh, another thing he did for me-- brought me to all-region. But he brought all of us to all region, so that doesn't help all that much.
And no one's said anything about my writing except for Mrs. Nest, after she figured out that I was going to leave.
Mrs. Morin is actually probably the only one that's actually recognized my talent in the arts. Even so, last year she let Nikki go to competition in the 8th grade level, and I was stuck in the 7th. Okay, then, fine. I don't care. At least I got to go.
I'm not even a good student, my grades are pretty bad. I would say who always gets the same grades as me, but then that'd kinda ruin my reputation as "smart". But after the teachers finds out I'm leaving, they say, "Oh, but you were such a good student!"
Yeah, right.
If you want to prove something to me, you kinda have to do that BEFORE I go.
It feels like it's all kind of forced.
I was a nobody until the last two months in which everyone knew I was leaving. Don't say I wasn't, cause what was I chosen for? It was always the same people that the teachers like the most-- Mad, Hale, Nikki, Megs, TyTy. Right? Yeah. Don't deny it, I never was in that group. And I guess I don't even want to have, because they all turn out thinking they're better than everyone else.
So at Circle Stone High, I'll just be the same nobody, cause there'll be, oh, maybe just a few hundred other nobody kids to blend in with.
I'm not saying I am no one. I know the talents I have, I just don't want to flaunt them. I know what all I can do, I just don't show them off. That's not what's supposed to happen, you aren't supposed to show off.
So I won't.
I'll just sit back and wait for it to all be over.
Argh... BLOGGER!!
Turns out lots of people are having this problem, so, yep... *sigh* and Blogger isn't even telling us what's happening.
Attempting
I am attempting to change my 'cookie' settings so that possibly Gmail can sign me in again...
I'm so L-O-N-E-L-Y!!
DDDDAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!
Where are you guys??
No one's commented on this entire PAGE so far!!
Where are you guys??
No one's commented on this entire PAGE so far!!
Writing in Progress...
I've been writing a story continued from last summer, and I guess I've kinda gone crazy, because I wrote for two hours straight last night and one and a half this morning. I added ten pages (handwritten on notebook paper) between now and then, so, yep, it's going good. Almost to the end. Although I'm not quite sure how exactly it's going to go. I've been surprising myself. I don't even know what I'm going to write next, but it'll come to me. :D I love writing!
Sunday, June 5, 2011
@Sam (yes, once again!)
Sam, your poems are amazing. They're straight to the point and straight to the heart.
Yes, you should write drama. Monologues, duets, plays, write it all.
I'd like to perform some, but I wouldn't be able to find anyone to do them with me, and I'd probably butcher them anyway...
Yes, you should write drama. Monologues, duets, plays, write it all.
I'd like to perform some, but I wouldn't be able to find anyone to do them with me, and I'd probably butcher them anyway...
...meh...
I'm kinda sad... Cause my preacher today (yes, today I actually listened) said that we have to let go of the past. And I don't want to, cause the past means you guys.
I'm trying to fight that thought, though, cause you guys can still be in my life, and that'll make you part of my "today"??
I don't know is it the right or wrong thing I DON'T KNOW.
I'm trying to fight that thought, though, cause you guys can still be in my life, and that'll make you part of my "today"??
I don't know is it the right or wrong thing I DON'T KNOW.
Bart In Springs
While my cousins were here, we went to Bart In Springs. There was this little girl who came up to us.
"Are you CHINESE girls??"
"Um..." (I'm not.)
"Are you? Huh?"
"They are."
"I know it. I KNOW it, I know, I know it, I know--"
"How do you know they're Chinese girls?"
"Cause they have-- THOSE EEEYYYYYEEEEEEEESSSSSSS!!!!!! Daddy! Look! I found CHINESE GIRLS!!!!!"
*facepalm*
Afterwards we went to the mall cause my other cousins wanted to see a movie. Elizabeth and I had time to spare, so (okay, don't kill me for this) we went and tried on, like, eleven dresses and other random clothes just for the fun of it. And believe me, it was fun. I'm not denying it. It was. We took pictures (although Elizabeth didn't like my 'artistic' taste, so she deleted ones I liked) and played around for about an hour.
F-U-N.
"Are you CHINESE girls??"
"Um..." (I'm not.)
"Are you? Huh?"
"They are."
"I know it. I KNOW it, I know, I know it, I know--"
"How do you know they're Chinese girls?"
"Cause they have-- THOSE EEEYYYYYEEEEEEEESSSSSSS!!!!!! Daddy! Look! I found CHINESE GIRLS!!!!!"
*facepalm*
Afterwards we went to the mall cause my other cousins wanted to see a movie. Elizabeth and I had time to spare, so (okay, don't kill me for this) we went and tried on, like, eleven dresses and other random clothes just for the fun of it. And believe me, it was fun. I'm not denying it. It was. We took pictures (although Elizabeth didn't like my 'artistic' taste, so she deleted ones I liked) and played around for about an hour.
F-U-N.
AAAAAUGH!!
My cousins are over, and my aunt feels that she has the right to cook (my mother is not in the country at the moment) and that's fine with me, except for the fact that she just pretty much throws stuff in.
Like last night she made "fried rice," not with the normal stuff, but with Green Onion Pancakes (not what it sounds like) and ground beef that I cooked for when they leave, not to be thrown in rice. And the eggs, don't even get me started (too bad, you just did) she put wine in them. Wine? In eggs? It was pretty disgusting. And coming from me, that says a lot cause I never call food gross. But... it was pretty unpassable.
I guess that she only meant good, though. So I will stop complaining.
Like last night she made "fried rice," not with the normal stuff, but with Green Onion Pancakes (not what it sounds like) and ground beef that I cooked for when they leave, not to be thrown in rice. And the eggs, don't even get me started (too bad, you just did) she put wine in them. Wine? In eggs? It was pretty disgusting. And coming from me, that says a lot cause I never call food gross. But... it was pretty unpassable.
I guess that she only meant good, though. So I will stop complaining.
@Sam
"Orthodontics" is a word, and I will choose to use it.
"Orthodontics" is also a word, but I will not choose to use that.
"Sea ostriches" is not a word.
"Orthodontics" is also a word, but I will not choose to use that.
"Sea ostriches" is not a word.
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Violin Recital
Violin recital.
I bombed it.
Bombed= not good.
I had almost absolutely zero confidence cause I was pretty sure my twisted bow (literally, it's twisted, the stick is all wrong) was not going to help me, so...
I guess I pretended that I was confident, but that doesn't help.
Cause my bow was (caution- extreme violin terms ahead) natural-richocheting (definition- bouncing and causing unwelcome vertical vibration because of fear or muscle spasms) and that... just wasn't good.
But I didn't mess up! And Ch1k3n said I was loud, which is good. Not loud as in obnoxious loud, but as in strong loud. As sign of confidence.
I still think I bombed it.
I did.
I bombed it.
Bombed= not good.
I had almost absolutely zero confidence cause I was pretty sure my twisted bow (literally, it's twisted, the stick is all wrong) was not going to help me, so...
I guess I pretended that I was confident, but that doesn't help.
Cause my bow was (caution- extreme violin terms ahead) natural-richocheting (definition- bouncing and causing unwelcome vertical vibration because of fear or muscle spasms) and that... just wasn't good.
But I didn't mess up! And Ch1k3n said I was loud, which is good. Not loud as in obnoxious loud, but as in strong loud. As sign of confidence.
I still think I bombed it.
I did.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Adventure Time!! (and not that cheesy cartoon show)
Yesterday we went to Al's house for dinner. Once we got there, Ch1k3n (referred to as 'Nate' in the story) and I just watched him chat on Gmail. Then he moved to another computer, so I Facebook-stalked people with his account.
After dinner we decided to go to his "backyard," where this whole story starts.
---
"Hey, guys, want to go to my backyard?" Al asks, slipping an glass apple juice bottle into his pocket. "We might be out here for an hour, so I might need this."
Nate and I followed him out the back door.
"Here, you guys need shoes. Nate, wear these flip-flops. Annasophie, just... use these old shoes. Do they fit?"
I slip the old, worn down tennis shoes on my feet as Nate puts on the flip flops and stuffs his socks into his pockets.
"That's my whole backyard," Al pointed beyond the fence at the thick forest. "It's about an acre or so."
"Really?" I ask.
"No. That's why there's this fence," he says as he opens the gate anyway. We head down the steep, rocky hill, dodging tree limbs and random vines.
"You need an adventure stick," Al said, picking up a short branch.
I find a stick with a wood vine wrapped around it.
"Mine's better than yours." I hold mine out for him to see.
Al looks at his, then looks at mine.
"Yeah, yours is pretty cool. Keep it. No! Vi's coming!"
I look up the hill to see Vi, Al's older sister, coming down toward us.
"Hide!" Al commands, dropping down behind a ledge. I do the same, but Nate still stands there.
"Oh, I wonder where Al is," Vi sarcastically says as the neared us. "I see you."
"Oh no! I think she sees me!" Al cries. We stand up.
Vi loses interest and leaves.
"Okay... Let's go down further. You guys want to go down to the lake?"
"Sure."
We begin down a steeper slope.
"Look up! Funnel web spiders!" Al yells, stepping over rocks.
"Really?" I ask.
"No. Just kidding. No, yeah, actually there are."
I spot one right by my foot. Then another. And another. Soon, I see that the ground is covered with funnel-shaped webs of venomous spiders. The more I looked, the more I realized that we were trekking down the side of the steep, rocky mountain all surrounded with spiders!
"I can't get down these rocks very well with these shoes," I mumble, stepping over a small web.
"Well, Annasophie, look what we're wearing," Al defends, pointing to him and Nate's sandals.
I stop commenting and we reach a lake. It's all green and algae-covered, and it doesn't look to good. So Al starts up the other side of the "canyon."
We get onto a street and start walking to the right.
After a while of aimless walking, I question Al.
"You do know this street, right?"
"No. I actually have no idea where we are."
"What? We've been walking, for, like, twenty minutes and you never said we were lost!"
"We're not lost," Nate comes in, "he just doesn't know where we are."
Al nods, taking a swig of his apple juice.
I turn to him.
"Well, you did say it may take an hour, so I'm glad you have your juice. Which I can smell now."
"Want some?"
"No!"
We begin down a hill.
"ROADKILL!"
There's a dead... something... on the road with flies swarming around it.
"What IS that?"
"Opossom."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
We turn the corner, and Al takes out his apple juice again.
"I can smell that. And, no, I don't want any."
"I didn't even ask."
"Still, though."
"Do you know this street?"
"No. Your adventure stick is getting us this far. Don't break it."
"Too late. It already kinda broke."
"Well, it's not that bad. Just don't break it any more. Okay, I don't know this street. We're going back."
We turn back, go down and up the roadkill hill, and onto a long street. Al gets his phone out.
"Hey, Nate, you think I can use Yellowpages?"
"I don't know."
"Would I have to pay?"
"I don't know."
"Then I'd better not use it. But as soon as we get to the next street, I'm calling my mom."
"Why?"
"Cause... I have no idea where we are. Oh, I recognize that! That golden lion on that mailbox! Come on, let's run!"
"No!"
So we run and run, me in Al's old shoes and them in flip-flops, until Al stops.
"We haven't been getting anywhere."
"It's a long road."
"Oh, wait, I know where we are! Look, that's the Country Club!"
"What? Isn't that, like, five miles from your house?"
"More."
"Want to walk back?"
"No way, it's, like, crazy far. I'm calling my mom and telling her to pick us up." Al gets out his phone again. "Hey, mom? Yeah, we were walking and we... kinda got really far. Can you come pick us up? ... Yeah, we're at the Country Club. Yeah... I don't know, we were just walking... We cut across the canyon. Yeah. Okay. Thanks. Bye."
We walk across the parking lot and get a lot of stares. I guess it my adventure stick, or just the sight of three dirty-looking kids hiking up to a parking lot. We wait and wait on the curb. If it takes this long for a car to get here, then how much longer would it have taken if we walked...
"Hey... dad? Yeah? You're just now leaving the house? No, you can't get here in three minutes! Fine. Okay. Just don't speed."
Al hangs up and repeats the news.
"Three minutes."
After ten minutes, we get picked up from the parking lot, ending our random, amazing journey through poisonous spiders, sweat, and confusion.
After dinner we decided to go to his "backyard," where this whole story starts.
---
"Hey, guys, want to go to my backyard?" Al asks, slipping an glass apple juice bottle into his pocket. "We might be out here for an hour, so I might need this."
Nate and I followed him out the back door.
"Here, you guys need shoes. Nate, wear these flip-flops. Annasophie, just... use these old shoes. Do they fit?"
I slip the old, worn down tennis shoes on my feet as Nate puts on the flip flops and stuffs his socks into his pockets.
"That's my whole backyard," Al pointed beyond the fence at the thick forest. "It's about an acre or so."
"Really?" I ask.
"No. That's why there's this fence," he says as he opens the gate anyway. We head down the steep, rocky hill, dodging tree limbs and random vines.
"You need an adventure stick," Al said, picking up a short branch.
I find a stick with a wood vine wrapped around it.
"Mine's better than yours." I hold mine out for him to see.
Al looks at his, then looks at mine.
"Yeah, yours is pretty cool. Keep it. No! Vi's coming!"
I look up the hill to see Vi, Al's older sister, coming down toward us.
"Hide!" Al commands, dropping down behind a ledge. I do the same, but Nate still stands there.
"Oh, I wonder where Al is," Vi sarcastically says as the neared us. "I see you."
"Oh no! I think she sees me!" Al cries. We stand up.
Vi loses interest and leaves.
"Okay... Let's go down further. You guys want to go down to the lake?"
"Sure."
We begin down a steeper slope.
"Look up! Funnel web spiders!" Al yells, stepping over rocks.
"Really?" I ask.
"No. Just kidding. No, yeah, actually there are."
I spot one right by my foot. Then another. And another. Soon, I see that the ground is covered with funnel-shaped webs of venomous spiders. The more I looked, the more I realized that we were trekking down the side of the steep, rocky mountain all surrounded with spiders!
"I can't get down these rocks very well with these shoes," I mumble, stepping over a small web.
"Well, Annasophie, look what we're wearing," Al defends, pointing to him and Nate's sandals.
I stop commenting and we reach a lake. It's all green and algae-covered, and it doesn't look to good. So Al starts up the other side of the "canyon."
We get onto a street and start walking to the right.
After a while of aimless walking, I question Al.
"You do know this street, right?"
"No. I actually have no idea where we are."
"What? We've been walking, for, like, twenty minutes and you never said we were lost!"
"We're not lost," Nate comes in, "he just doesn't know where we are."
Al nods, taking a swig of his apple juice.
I turn to him.
"Well, you did say it may take an hour, so I'm glad you have your juice. Which I can smell now."
"Want some?"
"No!"
We begin down a hill.
"ROADKILL!"
There's a dead... something... on the road with flies swarming around it.
"What IS that?"
"Opossom."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
We turn the corner, and Al takes out his apple juice again.
"I can smell that. And, no, I don't want any."
"I didn't even ask."
"Still, though."
"Do you know this street?"
"No. Your adventure stick is getting us this far. Don't break it."
"Too late. It already kinda broke."
"Well, it's not that bad. Just don't break it any more. Okay, I don't know this street. We're going back."
We turn back, go down and up the roadkill hill, and onto a long street. Al gets his phone out.
"Hey, Nate, you think I can use Yellowpages?"
"I don't know."
"Would I have to pay?"
"I don't know."
"Then I'd better not use it. But as soon as we get to the next street, I'm calling my mom."
"Why?"
"Cause... I have no idea where we are. Oh, I recognize that! That golden lion on that mailbox! Come on, let's run!"
"No!"
So we run and run, me in Al's old shoes and them in flip-flops, until Al stops.
"We haven't been getting anywhere."
"It's a long road."
"Oh, wait, I know where we are! Look, that's the Country Club!"
"What? Isn't that, like, five miles from your house?"
"More."
"Want to walk back?"
"No way, it's, like, crazy far. I'm calling my mom and telling her to pick us up." Al gets out his phone again. "Hey, mom? Yeah, we were walking and we... kinda got really far. Can you come pick us up? ... Yeah, we're at the Country Club. Yeah... I don't know, we were just walking... We cut across the canyon. Yeah. Okay. Thanks. Bye."
We walk across the parking lot and get a lot of stares. I guess it my adventure stick, or just the sight of three dirty-looking kids hiking up to a parking lot. We wait and wait on the curb. If it takes this long for a car to get here, then how much longer would it have taken if we walked...
"Hey... dad? Yeah? You're just now leaving the house? No, you can't get here in three minutes! Fine. Okay. Just don't speed."
Al hangs up and repeats the news.
"Three minutes."
After ten minutes, we get picked up from the parking lot, ending our random, amazing journey through poisonous spiders, sweat, and confusion.
Commenting
Just in case you're wondering, if someone 'Anonymous' comments on your blog, that's me. It's the only way my computer lets me comment cause something's wrong with Gmail. Otherwise I can type in 'Annasophie' and 'www.annasophieawesomeness.blogspot.com' every time. So I guess I'll just go with 'Anonymous' for now.
Sadness...
I'm burnt out.
For some reason I can't play my violin the way I could five days ago. I'm sure it was all that practice.
I lost the fire.
I can't do anything about it, and it's the recital tonight.
I mean, I can still play the piece, it's just that it doesn't have the 'masterness' it used do. It's flat now, it's not filled with character anymore, no matter how hard I try at it.
I wonder how it's going to go tonight...
For some reason I can't play my violin the way I could five days ago. I'm sure it was all that practice.
I lost the fire.
I can't do anything about it, and it's the recital tonight.
I mean, I can still play the piece, it's just that it doesn't have the 'masterness' it used do. It's flat now, it's not filled with character anymore, no matter how hard I try at it.
I wonder how it's going to go tonight...
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
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