A bottle rocket of a mind.

My mind is a bottle rocket. waiting to be let go, to fly, to explode.....

My mind works at breakneck speed all the time. 

I may be sitting listening to you talk, 

but really, my mind is going on and on. 

I think. 

I think if people would just listen, some one who seems small, has ideas to change this world.

I think up something beautifully poetic and wish some one else thought it beautiful too. 

I think, I wish I weren't scared to go sky diving.

I think, how I wish I could see the world in a minute.

I think, I want to go to China, and eat sushi, and I want to go to bring all those adorable little kids home with me.

I think, inspiration.

I think, people always say "In this day and age, the world is not what it should be", and I think those people just don't know. They don't know how to love, they don't know how to see the beautiful in the middle of chaos.

I look at a painting and think, "wow, that's art, that's beautiful"

I think, I wish I could take a rockin' awesome picture.

I think, I wish I could paint the world as I see it, then people would love it.

I think, whoa, is everybody gonna think I'm silly cause I think these things?

Then I think. I don't care.

Productivity Report. ;)

I'm sitting at my computer with nothing else to do for the day and it's only 5. All my school is done, my room is clean.. I'm so happy with myself. :)

I get to sit around for the next forty minutes then go to a basketball game and watch, not play. Which for some reason also makes me happy. :)

I also just read this on MLIA and laughed out loud. No lies.
"Today, I discovered that Donald Duck's middle name is Fauntleroy. MLIA"

And this is def my favorite brother who can talk.

"Fall is a memory"

Chicken Soup for the humorless soul.

Yesterday was my now 13 yr old sister's birthday.
Let me take you step by step through my day...
Just kidding. I won't antagonize you that way. Haha.

Scene 1.

So I woke up yesterday morning about 8 hearing happy birthday being belted from across the hallway.
I had forgot it was her birthday and almost thought it was mine for a minute. ;) Not really, but, I sat there listening in awe to these lyrics.

"Happpppppppy Birthdeeeee to meeeeeeee.
Happy birthdeeeee to me.
Happy birthdeeeee to meeeeee....
happy birthdeeeee to meeeeeeee...."

It was in that moment I realized it was Beka's birthday and she was singing Happy Birthday to herself!
:) It totally made my day. I was also happy to remember I had bought her some Victoria's Secret body spray a couple of weeks ago. (What an awesome sister am I?)
So I quickly gave it to her and confessed I had NOT forgot.

Scene 2.

This has nothing to do with Birthday's but it happened yesterday.
And had to do with two days earlier.
So two days earlier Whitney and Ashley and I were in this amazing new boutique down town and Whitney and I bought this quite large, cutsie corner shelf to put in our room.....ahem. I bought a quite large, cutsie corner shelf to put in our room. It was too large to fit in teh trunk of our smallish little car so we told them we would come back later.... The next morning, I woke up thinking...we have absolutely no corner to put that large cutsie shelf in.....so.....yesterday. I spent about an hour finding a place for that stupid shelf. Yet, it remains sitting in my floor with no place to call it's own....Whitney lay on the bed histerically laughing as I try to find a home for that DUMB shelf.....for I quickly went from loving it to hating it. It taunts me. Every time I walk in the room, I tell her how much I dislike the thing. ;) Haha....I guess it will be soon finding itself in the Goodwill pile I have yet to start.

Scene 3

Dinner with the grandparents for the little sister's "birthdeeee".

So we were eating dinner and afterwards two of my younger sisters decided to give their present to my dear Beka, their present was to present a play. Ha.....

I hear giggling coming from their room. Then my dad sputter and laugh. I look up and soon hear loud humming. Six year old Sarah comes out singing and twirling an umbrella wearing a Hannah Montanna outfit....Ohhhh dear.

Enter Rachel. Wearing a large dress and a sheet. She comes out, saying she needs a room.....(my internal question was....why?) Sarah directs her where she should go....Rachel turns around and fall flat on her back then says, "excuse me...I slipped on some....precipritation." *laughter erupts* Then she gets up, looks around at everyone and states...."I am a moterin woman! What moterin furnishing!" (modern. for the humorless soul)

The End

Disclaimer.

I promise to never try play writing again.

The FOurth, fifth and sixth "le jour de Noël" (Christmas Day.)

Yah yah... I know. I got way behind.

No fear though I have many funny and embarassing and adventuresome stories. For you. :)

So...day four....I actually can't remember what I did Thursday so let's fast forward to Friday. :)

Friday was def an embarrassing and funny story. :)
Whit and I were in the movie store picking a movie to rent and some friends called us to go to see Old Dogs. (hilarious) So we did a little shopping. Our hub cap thing feel off in the Hasting parking lot. :) I opened my door to run and get it and it rolled right to my door. Points. Please watch this video. The hub cap reminded me of this video. I did that in the parking. I used the hubcap as a steering wheel and this lady was tlaking on the phone staring at me while Whit was driving so I pretended to drive, and pretended to swerve and her face got the uttermost alarm on it. :D Hehehhe. Whitney almost wrecked driving.
    Then, we went to Chicken Express to smuggle into the movie, Kathrine and I were dancing in the parking lot to embarrass Whitney. I left my talented dancing partner to leap onto the table outside ballet style...my foot caught an inch of the bench, slid off, smashed my leg, my face hit the table, and I commenced to hysterical laughter and the people inside saw and pretended not to notice.

Saturday........................
SHOPPING.
Ashley and I went to finish Christmas shopping.
We were in the mall walking and those stupid people that work at the booths in the middle were doing their job. THis gay man grabbed my arm saying, "You like my hair straightened? You want to see my straightener? You straighten your hair." Does it look like I straighten my hair? No. I told him my interest was on the downside. He grabs Ashley's arm, "You straighten your hair, yes?" Ashley told the truth, yes. He grabs her, plops her in a chair, me in the mean time protesting telling him we don't care for his straightener, telling him we don't want what he's selling....telling him to jump in the dumpster. He won't shut up about the straightner so I roll my eyes, huff and puff and sit down on a bench. Ashley later tells me he was talking to her saying, "Guuuuurl, she don't like me. Yeeer friend, she mean to me. That guurrrrl. She a mean guuuurrrrl. She can geet ovuuur eeeeet." (accent and all) I'm watching, he straightens her hair then starts to curl it! we were almost out of time so I formulated a plan. I arched up, said, "hi, dad says for us to come home. goodbye sir." he goes, "no more five minute? no?" Me, "no, so just straighten that curl quickly and we will exit. hasta la vista baby." Yah, this "guuuurl" didn't like him.

Sunday.
Candle light blow up.
Ok, our church did a candle light service and little Emily that is three I was sitting beside, had a candle she was holding quite responsibly. Then....all the sudden she starts violently shaking this open flame! I make her be still. She looks up at me and says....it would have been pretty.

Today will come tomorrow....if that makes sense.