This weekend I was productive for the first time in about two years.

~Three Affiliated Tribes~

Driving to North Dakota is like lighting your
Arm on fire: at first it looks kind of cool,
But you just end up screaming in agony.
Lighting your arm on fire is not an experiment
I suggest, but since you must, make the most
Of it. Driving to North Dakota, I hid behind
The melting wheel, slouched, blasting that one band
With the windows up so the one car I passed
Between Missouri and Nebraska could only
Hear the bass line, a soft testimony to my
Presence, chair back as far as it goes, bobbing
My head invisible to the climax chord of that

One song. Arriving in North Dakota is like
Lighting a long candle and standing, silent,
Waiting for the wax to burn you. Arriving in
North Dakota I found I could lean forward,
Sit up, roll down the window and breathe
Trees, tilting my grip forward on the wheel so
The wax pooled harmlessly on the speedometer.

Staying in North Dakota is much like coming
Home to a lit fire and a rousing game of
"What's your inner Southern accent?" Staying in
North Dakota I slept miles above the floor, and
The house smelled like cumin and cinnamon,
Just crazy enough to work, to put me to
Sleep under too many feathers. Perfect
Timing for another nap after lunch. (Staying
In North Dakota is like finally striking a match
In the Yukon and making it without stranding
Your dog.) Three coats and a nightcap later, I
Was back on the floor, feet bare, curling my
Toes around the edge of a step, curling my
Fingers into my back. I felt smoke as
The match singed me briefly before going

Out. Leaving North Dakota is like driving into
A forest fire, collarbones aching to turn back
And feeling the first unwelcome heat. Leaving
North Dakota I broke the sound barrier in a
Midsize '98 something-or-other, taking
On the end full throttle with nothing to lose
But too many feathers. The one car I passed
Between Nebraska and Missouri saw me,
Chair forward as far as it goes, flying from
Three coats and a nightcap, sure to get as
Far and as fast as I could from North
Dakota before I changed my mind, sure
To go back to short sleeves immediately,
Sure to keep driving until the burning forest
Was gone.

O Bless the Lord, My Soul

it did it. its finally come. i am going to lakeshore. tomorrow.
*crosses fingers for josh brown being there*

(i havent packed.
im going to bed.
ill pack tomorrow.
really fast.)

WHATCHU LOOKIN' AT?!

that last post was ridiculous. its only purpose was to attract more spam comments. i dont even know what was going on. hopefully this one will be a little more comprehensible.

next weekend im going to camp really nice bathrooms. (thats lakeshore.) im very excited. with me, eileen, ruby, beaver, and dunkan, we will defeat the sarah cobb girls. and plus theres no sarah cobb. just some people like her. and troy, allison, maybe josh brown *crosses fingers*? okay, this doesnt matter so you if youre not beaver or eileen. the point is its gonna be awesome but i wish austin finneys birthday party was another weekend. because I WAS INVITED TO IT. HOW AWESOME IS THAT JUNT. HE STRAIGHTENS HIS HAIR.

so yesterday i was at school until five because mercer was coming home with me and she had rehearsal. dunkan snuck out of rehearsal so she could co home with me. ha! well we had fun, played in ms kitts's room and outside. plus the most amazing event occurred...

me, dunkan, mercer: *stand outside*
*school bus drives by*
people on bus: *SHOUT things that arent quite words at us*
us: *look*
them: WHATCHU LOOKIN AT?! YEAH WE BLACK!

so, yeah. amazing.
the acoustic why georgia is quite good. i like the alabaster and wine mix. speaking of that kinda, lenas and my friendship is like, not even. we dont even talk. when was the last time i did something with her? i dont even know. crazy.

mouse, please eat a hamburger (or nine boca burgers). i cant even handle you being that skinny. for serious. i bet you cant even give blood.

WHATCHU LOOKIN' AT?! YEAH WE BLACK!

Dee Ee Dee

Sara is going to be ded.
D. E. D.
ded.

no wait, that was thursday night. LORD.

i went kite-flying today with lilla. wtf?

The rain in Memphis stays mainly in the EVERYWHERE.

i dont have a gigabunch of time. im at work and i have to start working in like 20 minutes. but for the time being, lets just say this is more fun than "close reading" is. for real.

so next saturday i dont have novus. and unless freak engine was last night, its next friday night. basically what im saying is this: lets go.

i saw secondhand lions today, and it was good enough to watch. mom came home with it at 330 and was all LETS WATCH A MOVIE. so we and dad watched it. there was popcorn and ovaltine and overall a good almost two hours spent. but then i had to superhurry and shower and be at work at 6. i was here at 607, but guess what: it doesnt matter cause i dont do anything till seven. i also watched the food network and part of gladiator. as you can tell, this moring after getting up and going to novus and coming back, ive done nothing productive at all. tomorrow, though, i need to do some serious algdeux project-ing because its due thursday and lord knows i dont have any spare time during the week.

so mom drove me to work and its a good thing too, because its raining like the dickens. however, i didnt find that out until it was too late to change out of my fakenstocks, so i had to carry them snugly under moms giant umbrella up the way from the gate to the door. they survived fairly well, id say. i forgot my nametag but seriously, no one cares THAT much.

(note: i know all of you know this, im just writing it down for the record)
so there are like 19 fights a day at white station. i really dont get how people can get that mad at each other that often. we're never ever gonna get to wear jeans. ever. i really dont understand how dr winette could have let 2272 people into a school built to be comfy at 1500 and packed at 1900.

well. its about time to go get ready for the fun and excitement of calling out a gabuncha numbers a gabuncha times (we're talking bingo here, people), so im off to go do that. now where did i put my shoes? i dont even know.

Uncle! Uncle!

there. that was me saying uncle. i give up. after twelve comments, four of them from beaver and five of them just telling me its time to blog again, its time to blog again.

first, id like to make the distinction that i fully intended to blog on, what was it?, monday, but the power went out. while i was in the shower. as fun as that was, it left me doing homework in the dark and unable to blog. when it came back on eileen came over because she forgot her history book and we dictated the section out loud. unfortunately, it was the wrong section. fortunately, we didnt have a quiz. eileens class did, though. poor eileen.

now we'll back up. here comes an overview of everything i did since my last post, probably not in order. but first some excuses. yeah, okay, its been a while, but by now you all should know that whenever something very important happens that i want to make sure everyone i know has a chance to read, naturally im going to leave the post about it up for a while, about two weeks. and you may be saying, "but sara, its been three!" yes, well, i got busy. last week was full and therefore get over it. okay, carrying on. heres what i remember of the past few weeks.

LIFE OVER.

HOMEWORK = VERY YES.

fast though the first six weeks has been (and it ends monday if you somehow dont know), it has also been busy and busy. i was gonna put something else there but i couldnt think of a synonym for busy other than... busy. so, that first week the tuesday of which i last blogged was really only semi busy. on saturday i went to orientation at trezevant. not that terrible except it started at 830. in the morning. so yeah. i got out a little early (about 11) but since i can only work three hours a day i didnt have to do bingo that night. so, yay. i probably did something with morgan or eileen. maybe not. i dont know.

that sunday night i went to see cory branan, my favorite local artist after scandyvan. since i last (and first) saw him he has cut his hair and shaved less. this concert (at the center for southern folklore) was short and, because he busted his acoustic, was played on electric guitar, one of the strings of which he destroyed at one point during the concert and of course kept playing. this concert, despite its drawbacks (the hair, the shave, the length, and the guitar) was still excellent. most assuredly my favorite part(s) was when the mic malfunctioned, which it did at least thrice, he stepped onto the stairs and sang really loud and said "well this works better anyway" and it did. if you dont know about him you should go listen to some of his music on his website. excellence. this was september 4th. the next day was labor day and we didnt have school. sweet.

the next week was a bit busier than that one, but i did pretty well and got a 100 on the history test (mesopotamia). sweet. wednesday the seventhe (haha, seventhe) was my first pay day. holy moly. brokeness over. ducks = very yes. (ducks are dollars. eileen did it.) every two weeks i get about 170 ducks. almost half goes in the bank, but the rest goes towards a) the stuff thats not worth the money fund AKA me getting an ipod, b) going to nighttime movies, c) probably a whole bunch of cds, and d) YOUR christmas presents. thats right, i have money, you can start sucking up... NOW.

[EDIT] I WROTE LIKE FIVE PARAGRAPHS AFTER THIS AND BLOGGER FCKING DELETED THEM. FCKING PLANNED MAINTAINANCE. [/EDIT]

thursday i went to see tick tick boom with my mom. we had terrible seats. friday i went again with eileen and morgan but got there half an hour early. seats still sucked. it was like sitting in the left wing. saturday i went to nathfaces birthday party (me, lane, sean, lena, afton, kasidey, ali, mpc, broken flowers which lena and i didnt pay for, but i dont feel bad cause i hated that movie), then afton and i went to hatties for cakeand smallville. this was a much more detailed account the first time i typed it. went to bingo and then sunday afternoon went to tick tick boom again. thanks to my getting there an hour before it started, dunkan and i had great seats. being able to see all three faces certainly enhanced the experience.

the next week was the busiest yet. tuesday i auditioned for novus. it didnt take long and having rehearsals at crichton will be nice cause its three blocks from my house and right next door to trez. tuesday i went to the dermatologist right after school and got some stuff. turns out i have exzema. who knew? then mom took me to arbys (mmm) then to work. thursday i got an email from mr williams telling me id be singing alto I. i was most distraught seeing as ive always been alto II. im writing an email to mr williams that explains how if he doesnt let me sing alto II ill be a bum and live with my parents flipping burgers till im thirty. dont worry, ill make it work. friday i got a math teacher and had a history test on india. got a 99. score.

friday night a very unlikely event occurred. i hung out with lilla. it was nice. she came over from about 630-1030 or so and we had a good deal of fun. watched the food network, walked to geekers, and i taught her some life lessons and learned a few myself (among them: never assume that a person knows what ovaltine is or what a george forman grill does). overall, rather good times. i went to bed pretty much right after she left. the next day was cooper young. i went with kathryn about 230 but throughout found yuntin (justin), chris, leo, dunkan, emma, zoe, alanna, morgan fox, xander, kristen howell, and probably some other people im rudely leaving out. mom bought me some earrings and i got fourhenna tattoos from emma. w00t. also i bought a milkshake. then went to bingo, came home and slept. (NOTE: this is how far i was when blogger ate my post. except it was about 30% longer.)

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sunday the 18th was latin project day. you see, i had a latin project due monday that no one started before the last weekend. so i started about two and worked pretty consistently until 630, when i went tp spencer mississippi for a while, ate burgers, worked on latin, came home, worked on latin, and finally finished around 1130. that completion was quite gratifying. my mosaic says BEWARE BEE and has a bee on it. but i forgot to give the bee wings. monday i turned it in. this is getting very pastel.

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now we are to yesterday. had novus rehearsal and sang a whole lot of notes that were really not in my range. of course that was HUGE fun except not. did mercers latin homework cause shes in latin I and AP world and im sure she had a lot of AP world studying that couldnt be disrupted by latin one homework. so yeah. today i went to school and in chemistry had candy and dropped a quiz, came home, showered, and came to work at 4. since 449 i have been on this computer doing nothing work related because im done with everything. this job would be perfect if the office werent so cold. tomorrow i have numeroud tests becasue the six weeks is almost over, and friday is a half day. lets make this weekend great, people.

.

okay, so you wanted a post, and i gave you what you want. now you give me what you all know i want because everyone wants them. you know. its not hard. just type and hit enter. like pie. it has taken me an hour and a half to write this post, so really, its the least you can do.

Probably Like the Best 24-Hour Period Ever

[mood: walkin on sunshine]
[music: hold me, bat boy]

so, lets start exactly 24 hours ago. i had gone to work a little early, so i got out at 6:49. this was planned. i fully intended to have some extra time between getting off and 7 to get to the ossies. that would be the ostranders, or memphis theatre awards, and from that you should see where this is going. and so i changed my shoes in the car and we (my mother and i) got there wet but on time. i saw two lovely seats near the front in the middle. however, my mother suggested that we sit off to the right a bit because thats where the actors usually sit. so we did. to the right, second row. mother went to get a drink. i sat. and waited. and lo and behold! my mothers judgment OWNS. who should sit right in front of us, but andrew weir, paul seiz, angela groeschen, and--you guessed it--michael ingersoll. YES. SIR. now, let me refresh your memory.


headshot.


from floyd collins. (WHY did i not see this? WHY?)


from of mice and men (with george dudley, who won the ossie for best lead male instead of him.)

thank you, google image search. thank you, PotS. so angela won two ossies, andrew weir won two (one of them was the super impressive rising star award thing), and paul seiz won one (but he was nominated against himself five times. in the same category). and michael sang something gorgeous from floyd collins, but he didnt win any, and it was just about the saddest thing ever. but not really, cause of mice and men was sadder. which is why he should have won. HOW can you not give an ostrander to the man whose character had to kill his best friend? it was so sad to look and see ossies under the chairs of everyone on his row. i was highly distraught. but he took it like a man. yes sir.

so when andrew weir won that thing everyone stood up and FINALLY he turned around. and he waved. and WINKED. and he smiled and said, "hey, its you! i was like, who the hell is behind me?" cause i was naturally very enthused in my applause and whatnot for various awards (of mice and men won best drama), and he said it sweetly. so everyone sat down and they gave out the last award(s?) and then mom was like, "we need to go." so we started wandering out (slowly because i was stalling) and i said, "mom! dont you need to go to the bathroom?" and so she did. yes. stallstall, and out he comes in this yellow jacket. o MAN.

so we spoke very briefly and then andrew weir (or is it wier? i think its weir) came and talked to him for a minute, during which time he held my shoulder. (the right shoulder. now my favored shoulder.) so andrew weir left and we spoke further. discussed things: he married angela the first day of school, i love him, theyre going to chicago tomorrow, they plan to visit once a month. so mom got out of the bathroom and started out, so, naturally, a hug was to ensue. and it did, and it was prolonged. and then he kissed my left cheek this time (both previous times it had been the right). and THEN,

he said:


"you want one on the lips before you go?"


and i did.

and the rest is history.




(im walkin on sunshine, whoa-oh!
im walkin on sunshine, whoa-oh!
im walkin on sunshine, whoa-oh!
and dont it feel good?)

What I Did at Work

this. yeah its a link. (waaaatcha gonna doaboutit?)

in the clean version of Ride Wit Me (nelly), when they scramble what mofo is short for, it sounds like "muthfagummh" and its funny. morgan made moon pies. thay are a gift from god. alannas finna go to college. itll be weird to never see any of them. the weekend was enjoyable, but not particularly intriguing.

stayed home friday. saturday went to trezevant then saw you and me and everyone we know at highland with morgan, alanna, eileen, johntom, morgan fox, and so forth. it was good i thought. then went home with morgan. today made pancakes with morgan, eileen left, read a tiny bit of OaFK, helped morgan make moonpies, came home, did contemporary issues homework, had dinner, got online. i need to think of a shorter term for contemporary issues. something like, CONTISSUES. i like it.

ObligaLATE Start of School Post

as i hope you understand, this is more for me remembering when im old and senile than for you being entertained right now, so if you dont wanna read this, yknow, whatever.

2nd: Pre-AP English, Ms. Douglas, Rm 034. this class will be so hard. what a horrible woman. its not that, i mean, she doesnt seem mean until she takes off for putting your page numbers at the bottom instead of the top. and by takes off, i dont mean two points, or five. i mean ten. TEN. TEN POINTS. OFF A FIFTY ONE PAGE PAPER OVER WHICH I SPENT HALF MY SUMMER SLAVING. I AM PISSED, AND I DONT EVEN SAY PISSED. in the words of newman: "sometimes you want to kill yourself in her class... just to show her whos boss."
people in this class (PitC): lane and annebel (at my table), rachel schou, andrew lu, lilla, coretta, hannah schafer (sp?), alex bransford, mariana, david nikaido (my favorite asain! he dyed his hair blond! wtf!) UPDATE: justin. GAWD.

3rd: Honors Latin II, Ms. Haughton, Rm 10. not too bad, not too bad. it seems easy-ish so far. the sentences in the work today were like, pater est lucius, and stuff. but maybe thats cause its the begining of school. lane hates latin so much its hilarious.
PitC: lane, annebel, lauren nelson, four michaels (including biscoe!), a buncha people from latin i.

4th: Honors Contemporary Issues, Ms. Matson, Rm 237. this class will be easy im pretty sure. very little homework, very few projects, and its high time i learn whats going on in the world, cause i have no idea. i didnt know who tony blair was. i am pathetic. but it will be fun.
PitC: mariana, the kid who i call the kid who has no friends but i think he has a friend anyway his name is karim, and pretty much no one else. but it will be like old BOTT group times with mariana.

5th: Honors World History, Mr. Whitehead, Rm 235. im for real excited. he gave us an extra credit test about the apartments and stuff in london where rock stars were. his favorite artist is hendrix. he said "your name isnt ms caplan unless your hormone pills stopped working" to peter. morbidly awsome.
PitC: anna talley, emma, peter, austin finney, hannah joyce, a very small foreign freshman boy named calvin(?), ms caplan (the very outspoken and very redheaded freshman whom i dont know but will prove to make this class very interesting)

Lunch: C, freshman lunch, but a decent number of people i enjoy.
PitC: even though its not a class. all those folks from world history (calvin is part of our adopt-a-freshman program) lane, mercer, eileen, kristen howell, hairston, afton, dillon, leo, and hobbit kid. not shabby at all.

6th: Honors Chemistry, Ms. Davis, Rm 103. ms davis is such a crazy mofo. i love her. i already have like, 35 or 40 davis dollars. score. plus, i think i am going to like chemistry. i never imagined that was possible.
PitC: lane, jake whatshisface, the prestons. not too extensive a list, but theres lane.

7th: Honors Algebra II, Rm 034. you notice how i didnt list a teacher? yeah. thats cause i DONT HAVE ONE. thats right. they havent hired a replacement for mr munter yet. and thats what it said on my schedule. algebra ii, charles munter. which of course means that if he had stayed i would be in his wonderful class again instead of in ms douglas's room in alphabetically assigned seats doing ridiculous busy work assigned by a sub. silently. cause we cant talk. W. TF.
PitC: audrey, peter, philly.

so there you have it. that was overdue. if i get over ms douglas making me want to die and get a math teacher, ill be quite happy. except i have no classes with morgan or eileen or mercer (cept lunch). if its odd that i pointed out mercer, i did it cause in 8th i had ALL my classes with her and in 9th i had three and lunch, so im used to a lot of mercer, and now im deprived.

the end.

Honeydew

or is it hunny-do? like a honeydew list. thats the melon. anyway, this is just to get everything straight in my head of what i need to do before school starts. if i write it down ill feel .4% more prepared. ill cross stuff out when i do it.

• Interview at Trezevant. I GOT THE JOB I GOT THE JOB!
• Register for school. That I'll do tomorrow. Done it.
• Finish Connecticut Yankee journal. I've already typed all the quotes and analyzed the ones through ch.38 as of 2:30 Sunday morning. I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE!
• Get journals bound. I heart Kinkos. O man, the completion is so gratifying.
• Go to the dermatologist's. 'Cause of my knees. Mom's getting me an appointment. Well, I got an appointment, but it's not for six weeks so I'm crossing it out now anyway.
• Celebrate Lane's birthday. I was at the mall for almost seven hours. Sweet wounded Jesus, my heels hurt.
• Get a haircut. Just a trim. Gay boy who looks like Aaron Lohr has a green-tipped fauxhawk now.
• Read The Once and Future King. Let's face it. That's not gonna happen. It seems good. Maybe I'll read it soon.
• Read the Sparknotes for The Once and Future King. Maybe I'll read the first and last chapters.
• Buy uniform clothes. I need grey shirts and black pants. And maybe a green (kelly or darker) shirt. And some socks. Yay Target.Yay Old Navy.
• Buy school supplies. Notebook paper, theme paper, PhD pencil, hairties, etc. Yes, hairties are a school supply. Man, Office Max is like Christmas. Got some great parchment paper for my journals.
• Go to the dentist's. I got a purple toothbrush. Funtimes.
• Drive somewhere. Well, I'd like to, at least, since I've only driven in a parking lot before. Actually, I didn't, but summer's over and if i don't have everything crossed off I'll go all OCD up in this junt.
• Eat cake and/or Indian with the Pairrrerrr of Three. Mmmm. Lamb kabob. Scrumptious.
• Not die. That's the hard one. Frodo lives! And so do I.

okay, i think thats it. and what was up with all that correct capitalization up there? craziness. im thinking of dying my hair again. POLL: should i do it? if so, should i do the same florange as last time or something else? if something else, what? why?

A Funk

amelia is gone.
ive been slaving for ms l douglas since seven.
except i took a break to finish lanes mix.
im tired.
i dont think im going to read the once and future king.
i just dont see that happening.
amelias still gone.
i threw up some cake earlier.
that was fun.

The Summer of Amelia!

http://flickr.com/photos/honeylight/sets/654301/
enjoy. theres like alotta pictures, and surely there will be more.

ps:
MAKE THE PIE HIGHER!
http://www.sablesys.com/pie-high.html

Rainbow, Panda, Donnie?

goooooood morning, and welcome to mondays edition of Sara Writes Down What She Dreamt Last Night So She Can Remember It! todays guests include a very small rainbow, her dad, a van, a broadway show, gilmore girls' mrs kim, panda suits, amelia, an unexpected phone call, donnie, a couch, and some serious blushing. lets bring 'em out!

okay. so there were three, i think, but the third one referred to the first one so... i dont know. first, dad was driving me home in his fedex van, and it had been raining, so there was a rainbow, but it was much smaller than a normal rainbow, and i could see where the end went, so just as we were driving past that place i JUMPED OUT OF THE CAR. yes. and didnt get myself killt. right, so the rainbow ended under the very end of an overpass where the road is just like twoish feet off the ground, yknow? and the rainbow was kinda sparkly and full of particles and really pretty. so i scooted down under there looking for my pot of gold (obviously) but there wasnt one. there were, however, many different superhuge (between volleyball and basketball sized) jewel-y things, but more opaque, and one was in the bottom of hte road like a button to push, so i pushed it really hard and then i heard my dad honking for me from down the road so i had to go, and he was like, WHAT, and i was like, dude, its the end of a rainbow, why wouldnt i jump out the car?

then amelia and i were in some musical i think at the orpheum, but we hadnt rehearsed it at all (ive had two or three dreams like that) so we just had to go with the flow, and so we followed everyone and crowded around someone in a corner and pretended to listen to them tell a story, then all the other kids left and came back on in panda suits, and i was like, dude amelia, i think we should put on some panda suits, but we went back there and there were none left, so we went on a search of backstage into this HUGE like warehouse room with some panda suits hanging on the ceiling over this like knocked over metal cabinet thing. so we tried to get them down but obviously failed a lot until we saw mrs kim coming and freaked out cause we thought shed be really mad at us for being back there but she just helped us get some down and we talked about white dresses.

finally (and this ones my favorite, not because its extremely bizarre but because its warm and fuzzy) i was at home, but it didnt look like my house, it was just understood. and chase from lakeshore may or may not have been there in the beginning, im not sure, but he disappeared at some point if he was. i dont remember the details as well from this one. so suddenly the phone rang, and it was that huge old grey phone thats in my parents' room, so i answered it and it was donnie. (dont remember or know about donnie? hes the infamous gorgeous boy i met in alabama summer before last and was seriously crushing on until i found out he was five years older than me and thats illegal. his shoulders were freckly.) so naturally i was incredibly giddy and grinny and it was probably really obvious on the phone too, and then in a few minutes he shows up at my house while we're still on the phone and im super happy and then BOOM! he proclaims his love for me. and it wasnt even cheesy either. and so we're still on the phone even though hes like three feet away and we sit on the very squashy couch (the one drew just got yesterday thats blue) and naturally i was blushing like a marysue and im so nervous i refuse to get off the phone and so i turn sideways towards the empty part of the couch and we're still on the phone but his elbow is definitely in contact with my back, and so we talked on the phone for a really long time. at some point i mentioned jumping out of the car. its not interesting, its just very warm and fuzzy. [EDIT] there was a lot of tense change in this paragraph. [/EDIT]

[NEW EDIT] I LJed, dude. www.livejournal.com/~ancilladelectat [/NEW EDIT]

thats it. maybe ill get a job.

Don't Read the Paper

so i forgot strike day. it was wednesday. sorry. at any rate, dont read the paper till august second. maybe i wont forget end-of-strike day.

have been having far too much for with amelia, morgan, and eileen. weve been joined at various times by mouse, dunkan, lane, alanna, katherine, and walked to davis kidd a million times. we finished harry potter 51 hours after we bought it. i wont say anything for the sake of those who havent read it yet except i liked it but the first twenty chapters read like a fanfiction. not as good as the fifth one, but still good. we saw charlie and the chocolate factory, a very good movie, and the island, which i liked and morgan kinda liked and mouse and amelia hated. but hey, ewan mcgregor. and theres TWO OF HIM. ive lived at eileens for four nights before last night, when amelia and i came here and morgan went home because we got kicked out of eileens house. lane joined amelia and me but left early this morning. yesterday we had a cannibal luncheon featuring:

Peanut butter and jelly body parts
Research Journalist Soup
Artery Delight
Ladyface
and my personal favorite, Spotted Dick of Mousscius Malfoy: This Shit is BANANAS!

took a shower this morning (hah, morning, 1:00) and amelias in there now. i have a little cold that ive so far treated with one vitamin, one glass of orange juice, and hot oatmeal. i can breathe through both nostils now. well im supposed to read a connecticut yankee while amelia showers, so i should go do that. anybody who can think of anything awesome we did that i havent listed, comment it so i remember in years to come.

YAYUH.

AMELIA IS HERE, BAYBISS.

(saw war of the worlds with dad and drew. great. got my permit tuesday in 47 minutes. sweet. picture is awful.)

Here Comes the Bride

so i went to beckys wedding. it was nice, not too long, and the reception food was good except i didnt know the grooms cake had coconut in it until i took a big ol hearty bite. the dress is still a bit snug, but i found out i can hold my breath for two hours, which has gotta come in handy sometimes. like when someone bets me i cant hold my breath for two hours. dunkans not home, which sucks, cause i was gunna instigate some hanging out-ige with her. ill try again later. i finished my le morte journal (YAYUH). its ten pages and justin said he heard it had to be twenty+, but hatties is only 10 and she got a 98, so i dont care. i guess ill start CT yankee tomorrow. three chapters a day and two or three days to journal it will give me about two weeks to read once and future king. i totally made up those estimates just now. so heres a song i used to sing with lauren reed about weddings:

here comes the bride
big fat and wide
where is the groom?
hes in the surgery room
why is he there?
hes having surgery hair.

wtf? we were crazy little kids. there was also one that involved sticking a water hose up your nostril and disappearing. yup. this week is gettinmypermit week. i can feel it.

With Charmin Ultra...

AHAHAHAHAHAHAA. see, cuz its a pun.

Snibbets

we bought the only yellow shoes in america.
its the fourth of july barely.
ive had a lot of corkys.
justin, hattie, and i are going to drive to anchorage, wanna come?
there was a show on today called extreme akim.
i went to scandyvan with lilla.
cinnamon spice and everything nice never tasted the same.
spent the freak engine and the night with emma.
reading le morte takes forever.
i spent my allowance on a george foreman grill.
mom got me some clearasil ultra (sweet!).
sometime this summer im going to get the dermatologist to fix my knees and get this little wart off my hand.
i may or may not be carrying the christ child.
a lot of these colors are ugly.
spain legalized gay marriage.
i am 34% american.
quit trying to act like im a steamboat operator.

gorgeous person-other-than-gabriel-damon of the moment: Diego Luna.

No, you don't understand.

at about 10:39PM tonight, after his performance of lumiere in beauty and the beast,
MICHAEL A. INGERSOLL KISSED MY FACE.

My Heart and Flesh Cry Out, for You the Living God.

Your spirit's water to my soul.
I've tasted and I've seen
Come once again to me
I will draw near to You
I will draw near to You.

how gorgeous are THOSE flowing locks?

i hate you all cause no one wrote to me
(not really, i love everyone)

here is how i described lakeshore to kathryn:
imagine something really good. got it? now make it fifty times better and put it in a place where everything is pretty but 95 degrees.

i want to write a whole lot about it but itll ruin the moment, you know?

i really think im gonna be a christian again, guys. its not like a conscious decision. i just think its happening. and thats really good.

lakeshore makes me all warm and happy. friday night everyone cried. everyone always cries on friday night, but that doesnt make it any less what it is. i FELL DOWN crying in the field on the way back from the tabernacle. it was so intense. i wish everyone could have this.