Artsy Moods

I've been in an artsy kind of mood lately, staying up to the wee hours of the morning drawing tigers, spending my weekends cracking out sarcastic stories, and of course, looking forward all day to the time when I can come home and use my mom's watercolors. Also, I read anything that I can get under my nose and I eat even more, sleeping? aint nobody got time for that. Have a very merry Monday!

Lately

Leather journals

Distracted by pine trees

The mountain call

Lions and Tigers

50 markers scattered on the floor

alliteration, alliteration, alliteration

Harry Potter five

Be Still my Soul

Polka dots

Sweaters that remind me of warm bread

High waisted skirts

Strawberry mango yogurt 

Hymn book poetry

Bye bye inversion

Hopeless wanderer

Guilty pleasures

The day of rest

happy hair

Being sick means mountains of homework. 

Don't you love those gems for teachers who give you a worksheet and then no way to fill it out? Probably will get mad at me for copying off of my neighbor but she had it coming. 

My math teacher rocks. Organization is her best quality and it is very helpful for those of us who haven't been to school for a week. Making good use of staples is why she is the coolest. 

Shakespeare is great and all that but aint nobody understanding what the heck he is talking about. I thought Much Ado about Nothing was bad but that was before I tried to fill out a worksheet on Romeo and Juliet. 

Making models of DNA is fun. I guess I brought this on myself, but the wire backbone was honestly  not a  good idea. I was always bad with wire and I scraped up my hands more than I would like to admit. I just feel bad I never used those mini marshmallows mom bought. 

Essays essays are no fun. Therefore I procrastinate them worse than anything else. AKA it was due almost a week ago but seeing as I was gone I still haven't done it. I should really write a book about procrastinating. eh, I'll do it tomorrow. 

Two boxes of tissues and a messy bun later and I think that maybe I will be ready to go back to school on Monday. But until then I plan on spending my time eating pineapple popsicles with lame jokes on the sticks and reading. Cheers.  

Some call it death but I just call it boredom

Being sick is not a fun thing. 

Some people think that since you get to stay home and watch movies all day it's pretty cool. 

But once you've watched six movies without doing anything else it gets a little old. 

Well, I guess I should only count five. I had a nice little Niquil nap during The Jedi Returns. 

I realize that this picture is really pointless, but I like it a whole lot and I don't have any other pictures to use on this post. I would take a picture of my sick self but I look like a train wreck and I won't put you through that. It started out with step throat and then all of the sudden a cold added itself to the mix. As you can imagine, sneezing is a pleasure. 

Now I live on Amoxicillan and icecream. All I really want is some waffles and a chapstick. You would be surprised as to how chappy your lips get when you are breathing only out of your mouth. I look outside and I want to cry, coming back to the inversion was not fun after being able to swim and play tennis for 3 days in St. George. 

I dread the homework that is staking up against me. One day I tried to do some of it and then decided to just blog stalk and play logic games instead. Do you like long, pointless posts? I usually don't but I am bored and so here you go. I'm never really sure how to end posts like this so I guess; THE END.

Post 101

Lately:

Funerals,

5ks,

St. George,

College life,

Colds,

Laryngitis,

Sore IT band, 

Road trips, 

Advil,

Advil,

Advil,

Doctors, 

Ender's game.  

life's pretty good right now

Waking up in St. George is a pretty cool thing to do. 

Bunking out in a college dorm is pretty cool too. 

Not going to school when everyone else is at school rocks. 

This weekend is pretty good so far. 

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. 

why this new curriculum rocks

I am a fan of the new curriculum. 

Something always means more when it comes out of your own mouth. 

My Sunday school class has made a huge change.

Jaron has good comments instead of randomly shouting "I like food" on fast Sundays.

People volunteer to say the prayer without anyone reminding them that it will make their future spouse more attractive.

Me and Cole quote Scripture Scouts (well that isn't actually new) because it always has the answer. 

The new kid doesn't sit in the corner terrified of all 27 of us sarcastic kids, he talks, and has good stuff to say. 

We stop using dry humor to answer the teachers questions. Well, most of the questions. 

We behave and can get through a whole lesson. 

I've never been excited for Sunday school before, but lately, it kind of rocks. 

The church is true and the men who came up with this way of teaching are inspired. 

I am so grateful that they think of us enough to find ways to make going to church a more sacred and learning experience. 

TGISS

(Thank Goodness It's Sunday School) 

The finer things in life.

Life lately is very, very confusing

dramatic

annoying

unorganized

hormonal

When your life gets like this 

you tend to start feeling grateful for the finer things in life.

For example

"dropping" notes with songs you've written inside. 

they go like this:

"Jingle Bells, cleavage fails, sports bra's all the way"

Wearing your running clothes to sit on your butt.

Daydreaming about what it would be like to meet J.K Rowling. 

It would be awesome, by the way.

Feeling like an artist because you bought a fifty pack of markers. 

Drawing with them every night because it makes you awesome.

Making resolutions to laugh at yourself

Making resolutions to not compare yourself

Making resolutions to not make too many resolutions. 

So far. So good.