Friday, March 26, 2010

PoP.

My continuous lack of functionality never ceases to amaze me. Lately I've been enjoying delicious chocolate pop-tarts on an almost daily basis, & I've noticed I still carry some traits from my childhood.
I remember when I was probably five-ish we were eating dinner and I had managed to completely cover myself. You know how kids are, somehow it's in the hair all the way down the front of the shirt and on the pants. My mom just looked at me, (this of course wasn't the first time I had adorned myself with such an ensemble), she said something to affect of, "we're going to have to pack you lunches of saltines and water so you won't ruin your clothes at school next year." I was horrified, the thought of being the only kid in the whole school who got a little messy when they ate was so scary to me, and what if I spilled on my pants and I couldn't call my mom so I would have wet pants all day.

When I finally got to first grade I do remember a few times kids pointing stains on my shirt, and one time my teacher did too. Nothing too traumatic... and as time has gone on I thought I had completely outgrown this little problem.

Nope. No such luck. Somehow as I enjoy my pop-tarts I manage to get a little bit of choco-goodness stuck to my forearm... Not just once or twice, almost every single time. I don't even know how that would happen. I just look down and oh, there it is.
Maybe when I'm a real grown-up I can eat pop-tarts without a problem.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes

Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
and I say it's all right.


Friday, March 12, 2010

I'm beautiful incredible...

My power song of the moment has to be 'According to you' by Orianthi.


According to you: I'm stupid, I'm useless, I can't do anything right

According to you: I'm difficult, Hard to please, Forever changing my mind...
Can't show up on time Even if it would save my life.
According to you

But according to him:
I'm beautiful, incredible, He can't get me out of his head.
According to him: I'm funny, irresistible, everything he ever wanted.
Everything is opposite I don't feel like stopping it...
He's into me for everything I'm not...According to you

According to you: I'm boring, I'm moody, You can't take me any place...
I'm the girl with the worst attention span, You're the boy who "puts up with it"
According to you

I need to feel appreciated, like I'm not hated.
Oh, no
According to me: you're stupid, you're useless, you can't do anything right...

I'm beautiful, incredible...I'm funny, irresistible...
I don't feel like stopping it...
He's into me for everything I'm not;
According to you.




Spring is coming. I can feel it and I'm beyond excited! All the old dead, cold, ickiness will be gone... It's time for change for the new, the warm, flowers. & a million other wonderful things. Out with the old in with the new... I love it.

Sunday, March 7, 2010

boba


i have a problem much like that little guy...
I just want me some boba! haha as always...
But anyway...I'm doing really well lately. God is doing some really cool things in my life, as well many of people around me. It's so awesome to see lives change like this. I can't help but smile all the time. I guess there are plenty of reasons to not smile, reasons to feel discouraged... but the opposite is just the same there are so many awesome things to be happy about. It all became a choice to just let go of so much and hold on to everything good. :D

Friday, March 5, 2010

& I'll always remember you as someone I love.

"I feel too much. That's what's going on. Do you think one can feel too much? Or just feel in the wrong ways? My insides don't match up with my outsides. Do anyone's insides and outsides match up? I don't know. I'm only me. Maybe that's what a person's personality is: the difference between the inside and outside. But it's worse for me. I wonder if everyone thinks it's worse for him. Probably. But it really is worse for me."
— Jonathan Safran Foer (Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close)