16 de septiembre

so I decided I wanted to post.
I didn't know what I wanted to write when I hit the new post button.
and then when the blank box came up, I decided I would let the words flow from my finger tips.

wing it, livvy. wing it.

    

*slam. slam. slam. slam.* "what are you doing?" "I'm having trouble acquiring life's juice...I remember when a young gentleman once said this to me..."

when miss mecham laughs really hard at something I did, it makes my week. I am still glowing with joy.

but not pregnancy. no. not that kind of glowing.

i really kind of almost wish i took chamber. almost. not quite. maybe if you guys have a huge party,

then I will.

I wonder if coffee tastes the way it smells. probably not.

because it smells lovely and apparently it's an acquired taste.

I am starting to loathe being the loudest table in earth systems. especially when sabrina and ashley say repeatedly: "Hey wassup, Dig?!"

there is a can of WD40 next to me. just in case.

"kind of like that one guy...what's his name again?"

"um. Buzz Lightyear?!"

sometimes I procrastinate. sometimes I am doing it now. sometimes it turns out badly.

sometimes I get it done on time during lunch and get one hundred percent.

I have a problem. a serious problem.

I am having deer sausage tonight. oooh. courtesy of brandon.

I have my shakespeare monologue all memorized(:

I am so proud of my brain.

apparently the nonsense list works really well for me.

I didn't even try it until seminary.

and it worked phenomenally.

okay. so here's the game plan:

sort laundry. tidy room. poe vocabulary. geography. spanish.
memorize viola's rant. write blog post. eat. 

brush pearlies. scriptures. pray. sleep. dream. 

ready. break.