I Don't Want to make it Stop.

Reasons I am actually six years old:
I eat all the girl scout cookies.

I go on bike rides.

I make paintings.

I watch Hannah Montanna.

I make homemade pretzels.

I Listen to The Teen Beach Movie soundtrack.

I read books about Captain Hook.

I paint faces.

Truth is I am a child. 

Officially not ashamed. 

Hipsterween

I guess it was a holiday or something because Hannah and I dressed up as missionaries. For the win.

Basically Nancy Drew has taken over my entire life. I have no time for anything else except maybe candy. Halloween was too good to me.

My favorite thing about fall is that the stars come out at about 6:30 and so after dinner I can just sit around craning my neck getting lost in the stars.

Sick as a dog is how I live each day. Just sitting around, feeling awful nasty, but those who don't complain are never pitied. It's a shame I all too often complain.

My artistic tendencies have dried up completely. Two weeks ago I was all for drawing and painting but now all I want to do is curl up in bed and watch Pride and Prejudice.

Food is my best friend. Food understands. Food doesn't make me do homework. Food doesn't flirt with boys instead of talking to me. Food has my back. I love you, Food.

They say "It's going to snow soon." In my language that means "Yeah basically, it's Christmas right now, you should probably pull out the nativities."

Some people call me lazy but they don't know that every day I work very hard to improve my most pronounced skill. It takes hard work and effort to be this good at procrastinating.

That's it for now folks, I've got to move on now to something else that can distract me from what I should actually be doing. 

Wasting away on a beautiful day

All I have to show for this day is 4 watched Harry Potter movies, 

3 empty bowls of candy,

4 homemade lemonade popsicles,

and an embroidered t-shirt. 

They say "time you enjoyed wasting was not wasted"

I believe that's true. 

What a great day.

I guess I lied a little.

Once in a while I reward myself for accomplishing the things I wanted to accomplish during the week. Call me an idiot, but that's just how I get myself to do things. Last week it was a Dasani water bottle, this week I got the last orange juice out of the vending machine and drank it out of a fancy cup 

(yes, I am aware that I'm a child) and then listened to Mumford and Sons instead of packing. Cheers to the little things. Also, I am off to St. George in 2 hours. Cheers to warmer weather than here.

This is as good as it's going to get.

I'm having a hard time with the whole "writing a blog post" thing lately.
Also, a hard time with the whole "getting up and doing something" thing.
How about I promise you a good long post about my trip to St. George this weekend and we call it even.

I really should be doing my laundry and cleaning the cat box. 

Eh, instead I'll just watch Pride and Prejudice and let the cat poop in my brother's room instead. 

That sounds like more fun. 

When Dad is away the whole idea of dinner together sort of goes away too. 

My mom asks me if I'll be offended if she takes her grilled cheese sandwich in her room to watch Biggest Loser. 

I tell her I'm her daughter and I was just about to ask her the same question. 

I decided that if I ever write a book it will be a satire. 

One huge, beautiful satire.

I like the thought of writing about something totally ludicrous to scare people into action. 

I also like that it is compared to slapping someone in the face,

which is always entertaining.

Today felt like Friday but it is only Wednesday 

and at the end of first and third period I thought it was fourth. 

And on that happy note, my oven just beeped and now my options are to,

a) Eat an entire pizza like a fat slob 

b) Keep blogging. 

I think you know which one I will pick. 

this weekend

Hey guess what kids? 

I have a pretty good life.

combustion man gave us a visit.

Me and Hannah made destroyed a cake. It was sweet. It had pineapple, it also fell apart. So did the kitchen. I call it Hurricane awesome. I ate mine in the pineapple jar, Hannah was not so cool. She did the plate thing. Also to make it even better, we did it while listening to Mumford and Sons. Win. Also, I decided I will never be a food photographer (or a cook) Also, I have been reduced to tracking down old followers and begging them to come back. If you are reading this, but not following. Please do me a favor. Sometimes its ok to be a follower.